𝓕𝓲𝓿𝓮 ~ 𝓡𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱𝓮𝓻
Last week’s events kept running through your mind. You can’t stop thinking about how Malfoy brought you to the abandoned boy’s bathroom. He showed you no mercy, making you obey his every command.
How he pulled your hair, how he sucked on your neck, how he felt. How he tasted. It all seemed like it happened yesterday.
You can’t help but think about what would happen next time you disobeyed him. Will there even be a next time?
I hope so.
Your thoughts are interrupted by Cedric calling out to you from down the hall.
You quickly spin around to meet eyes with his. His hand is raised in the air, trying to seek your attention. You wave back with a smile.
“Hey, Ceddy. Excited for potions class?”
“Ugh, what’s Snape gonna complain about today?”
You giggle as Diggory joins in.
Cedric swung his arm around your shoulders, walking you to potions class.
From across the corridor, your eyes meet the gray eyes of Malfoy. You could feel his cold stare burning right through you as you continue to walk to class.
As you walk by him, you could feel his eyes move up and down, examining your every move. You couldn’t help but think was he jealous?
Taking a breath in, all the memories of last week came flooding back. You could remember how he mercilessly sucked at your neck and breasts, marking his territory. Although it felt brilliant, it was a real burden.
Of course, Hermione knew exactly what was going on. She didn’t know who it was with but she does know what concealer is after all. You had to tell her it was a fellow Slytherin who couldn’t keep his hands off of you.
It wasn’t a complete lie, was it?
You have a feeling Cedric knew what was going on. He never said anything but his eyes kept peering over to your neck, in a curious way. He did, after all, know exactly what you liked.
The last time you and Cedric had hooked up was at the end of last year. Over summer, you weren’t allowed to see anyone due to a tragedy that happened in your family but you would send letters back and forth, sometimes even pictures.
Diggory was always gentle with you, making sure you were completely comfortable with what he was doing. He knew exactly how to please you, in the right ways, but there was a small part of you that did wish he was a little bit rougher.
Malfoy however, did fulfill your desire of being merciless. He was rough. He took charge. And that was hot.
Your thoughts are interrupted by Diggory’s beaming smile. He was staring down at you, with a soft look. He continued to lead you to potions as you shot him a sweet grin, lifting the edges of your lips.
Walking into class with Cedric glued to your side did attract some attention, whether it was wanted or unwanted. You continued to look over at Hermione who was waiting for both you and Diggory at your usual spot.
Even though you were beaming a happy smile at Hermione, you could still feel Draco’s grey orbs burning through you. You could always feel his eyes on you, even if you were halfway down the hallway.
“Hey, Granger,” Says Cedric, smiling at Hermione.
“Hey, Ceddy. Do you know what Snape plans to teach us today?” she queries.
“Probably Amortentia, or Felix Felicis. He told us about it, last class. But of course, y/n wouldn’t know that because she was asleep half the time,”
Diggory laughs, as Hermione joins in.
“Hey! It’s not my fault his lessons put me to sleep,” you giggle.
Hermione and Cedric join in on the laughter but are soon interrupted by a low, raspy voice that belonged to none other than Snape.
“What. Is. So. Funny. That you must. Disturb. My. Class?”
“Uh- nothing professor,” Hermione answers, dismayed.
“Well since you seem so focused miss Evans,” he sneered, looking over at you, “why don’t you demonstrate the Amortentia potion for the class?”
“W- what?” You stutter, getting up from your seat, following him to the front of the class.
You could feel the entire class’s eyes on you. Especially Malfoy’s as you walk behind Snape, stepping in front of the potion.
Just six days ago you learned about Amortentia, but you couldn’t help but fall asleep during class. The night before, you could barely get any sleep. You were up all night, drowning in your thoughts about the events of that night.
And that’s when it struck you. You remembered what Amortentia was. You remember when Hermione was trying to shake you awake, filling you in quickly about what you had missed while asleep.
She said something about a love potion of some sort. Very powerful, smells like the person who fancies you? No. It smells like what attracts you. This can’t end well.
The only thing that’s been on your mind since last week has been Malfoy. But there’s no way you could actually fancy him right?
But the potion doesn’t smell like who you fancy if you don’t fancy anyone, so who would it smell like?
You look up, scanning the room as you see all pairs of eyes on you and the potion. All but one. Malfoy was resting his head on his hand, looking to the seat in front of him. He was zoned out.
You find Malfoy being zoned out somehow so attractive. Your eyes couldn’t leave him, admiring his concentration as he continued to be zoned out. Your eyes quickly flutter away from him as his gaze moves to the front of the class, your yes meeting his for less than a second.
Hermione grins at you, and so does Cedric. You glance back over at Draco who is now smirking at you, after realizing your fascination with him.
“Can you tell me what this potion in front of you is, Miss Evans?” Snape queries with a steady voice.
You were always the one to stutter in front of a large group of people. You were always nervous to publicly speak when it came to in-class discussions.
“Yes. This is Amortentia. A strong love potion that smells differently to everybody, based on what attracts you. Go ahead, smell it,” he gestures to the cauldron sitting in front of you.
You lean forward, over the potion, taking a deep breath in, trying to put your finger on what it is exactly that you are smelling.
The entirety of Snape’s class was sitting at the edge of their seats, awaiting my answer.
Green apples and mint.
Exactly what you had smelt on the way to class, passing by Malfoy.
“I- I smell...” you were hesitant to continue.
“Well, don’t be shy, spit it out,” Spits Parkinson from the seat beside Draco, latching onto his arm as he rolls his eyes, annoyed.
“Yea! What is it?” Exclaims Diggory.
“W- Well...I smell, green apples,”
Draco’s head jolts up and he quickly looks over to you, now intrigued by what you have to say next.
“I also s- smell cologne?”
Hermione frowns and looks over to Cedric, who is also frowning.
What are they mad about?
“A- And I smell mint,” you continue to announce.
“Oooo someone fancies you Draco,” Goyle teases.
“Oh fuck off Goyle, nobody asked for your opinion, nor does anybody care,” Malfoy snaps.
Jeez, what a dramatic bitch.
“You may have a seat,”
You walk back over in shame and plop into your seat beside Diggory and Hermione.
Dracos’ eyes were burning through you, as you fight the urge to look back at him.
Hermione gives you a look as if she was saying “Malfoy? Really?”
You shrug at her, pretending like you had no idea why you smelt him, but of course, that was a lie.
You knew exactly why.