Blaise paced the room, waiting for Weasley. It had been about a half hour since Hermione and Pansy had left, and Ron still wasn't back yet. It was then that the door opened. Blaise turned around, and there was...Theo?

"Theo, what are you doing here?"

"Dude, chill. Can I borrow your Wizard Chess set? Draco and I were gonna go for a quick game or two."

"Yeah, sure. Over there," he said, waving his hand lazily towards the set.

"Thanks." Theo walked over to the set. "You know, he'll be fine."

"What? Who?"

"Well Weasley, of course."

"And why exactly would I care if he's fine or not?" Theo rolled his eyes.

"Seriously Blaise, it's so obvious. You fancy that bastard." Blaise could feel his cheeks burning up, from embarrassment of course.

"I do not, Theo. How could you even suggest such a thing?" And that's when Ron walked in. Blaise felt the speed of his heart pick up, and his chest felt funny. His eyes widened, and he turned to Theo. But, the boy only laughed at the new knowledge he had kindly provided for his friend.

"Well, I'll see you later Blaise. Thanks for the chess set." Blaise rolled his eyes, and turned to Ron. He looked, well, he looked fine.

"You play Wizard Chess?" The ginger asked.

"Yes, do you?" Ron snorted.

"Haven't lost a game since I was seven, and that was because my brother's liked to cheat all the time. Fred would always..." His voice lost the ability to speak, as he remembered the brother that he tried to forget. Not to be rude, just because it hurt too much. Ron cleared his throat. "Up for a game?"

Blaise smirked. "Your on."

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Harry had been somewhat avoiding Draco all day, which was extremely difficult, seeing as all the eighth years had most classes together. Draco noticed, but didn't push it. He figured Harry needed some space for a day or two.

Avoiding the blond became evidently impossible, because Professor Slughorn partnered the two together for Potions. Harry walked over to the table where Draco was seated. "Malfoy," he said with as much malice in his voice he could muster.

"Potter," Draco replied. Harry sighed and sat down.

"Poor Harry," Ron whispered to Hermione, who was his partner. It had been a bit awkward at first, but things slowly shifted back to the way they had been before. Hermione laughed and shook her head. "What's so funny?"

"Nothing Ron."

"Alright class, today, we will be brewing amortentia. Since you all already know what this is and what it does, we are just going to get right into it. You may begin now."

Harry and Draco continued bickering, putting on a good show for the rest of the class. It was exhausting, and neither of them enjoyed it. This secret friendship was getting to be quite annoying, but they couldn't tell anyone. People would bombard the two with questions, and The Daily Prophet would sure have a grand time. Harry could already see the headline: Savior of the Wizarding World Befriends Ex-Death Eater.

Harry had almost messed up the potion three times now, Draco just barely stopping him. He never got mad though, even when Harry did mess it up. Draco just sighed, and went to get the ingredients to fix it.

When the entire class had finished their potions, they were allowed to take off the lids to smell it. Harry eagerly took the lid off, wanting to see if everything was the same as before. He took a whiff of the love potion, smelling the familiar broomstick handle, treacle tart, and...there was something new. Something he couldn't put his finger on at the moment.

"What do you smell?" Harry asked the blond, out of pure curiosity. Draco shifted uncomfortably.

"Oh, um...you know, things," Draco murmured.

"Care to be more specific?" Harry laughed, before remembering that they "weren't friends." The class gave them odd looks, and Harry blushed from the sudden amount of attention. He grumbled, turning back to the potion. The lid was already back on, because love potions were dangerous. They ruined lives, with the false love, creating unhappiness for both sides, though not apparent at once.

"No, I don't actually. I didn't ask what you smell, did I? No, because it's personal." Draco snapped, wanting Harry to just drop it.

"I'll tell you what I smell then. Broomstick handle, treacle tart, and another one, but I can't remember what the smell is."

"Harry, how could you not know? They're the smells you like so much. Surely you'd know what they were."

"Well I don't, so just leave it be, will you? Anyway, I told you mine, so go on."

"Fine. I smell books, rain, apple, and something else I'm not sharing."

"What? You smell books? That's a scent?"

"Of course it is. Have you even smelled the pages of a book before. It's calming, and it's just so...you wouldn't understand. I don't think I've ever seen you with a book when it wasn't necessary." Harry rolled his eyes, and started cleaning up the potion, leaving a small vile full of it to be graded.

It was then that Harry realized what that last scent had been, as he passed the blond to put away the ingredients. Harry had smelled Draco, which was a bit like vanilla with a hint of pine. Strange combination, but rather lovely nonetheless. The only question was, why was that one of the things in his amortentia?

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