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Draco's POV

Seeing her lying there in the snow with Cedric was like a cold slap to the face. We hadn't spoken in months, only exchanged the occasional wary, dare i say regretful, looks. It hurt me to see her with him...physically hurt me- her cheeks rosy from the cold and her eyes sparkling as the light from the snow refracted in them she had never looked so beautiful...and out of reach. Like a forbidden treasure.

I had never wanted to snap the neck of anyone more than I did that pathetic Diggory idiot. Who did he think he was, groping around on my Rosie? Even his kiss was pathetic. So virginal and virtuous...how revoltingly boring. If it were me...if it were me there with her instead of him, I wouldn't have wasted time frolicking in the snow like a child.

If I ever saw that oaf touch her again I would kill him. She doesn't deserve his simpering babyish nonsense. She needs a man. A man like me, who could make her feel more alive than she ever has before. She and wuss-boy Diggory had no spark and no chemistry and no fucking sexual tension. I knew it and she knew it too. She was kidding herself if she thought she could do better than me.

And I was kidding myself if I thought I could do any better than her.

After seeing them together, something in my mind clicked. I had been too inactive, too sorry for myself these past few months. I had convinced myself that keeping my distance was what was best, for both of us. But that was foolish. Why was I fantasising about her constantly from afar like some bloody pervert? If I ever wanted something in the past, I took it, so why wasn't I doing it now? I want her. So I'll take her. These months have been too long. I've been a coward for too long.

Ambition coursed through my body. I was going to get her back. It would be so easy... Diggory doesn't compare to me. I just needed to get her to see that. Everytime I saw the two of them together in the halls they had stupid grins on their faces, laughing together privately as if they were the only two in Hogwarts. I had never seen her so happy. I chose to ignore it whilst I fooled myself, lying to myself every time i saw them together that their 'King and Queen of Hufflepuff' act was strictly platonic. Then I saw the kiss. It's easier to deny something in your mind when you can't actually see it, but now that I saw them together, entangled in the snow, I could no longer fool myself. She had moved on and I hadn't. She had won.

And I won't let her win. She can't come into my life, mess with my head and just leave. I refuse to be the weak one. The worst part is, she doesn't even care. I see her waltzing around the halls without a care in the world, and all I can do is wonder how the hell she ended up being the one with power; the complete opposite of what I had expected.

She wasn't allowed to breeze through school, all bubbly and cheerful. The image of her bouncy curls, tumbling down her shoulders like a silken waterfall was burned in my mind. The way her honey eyes sparkled with mischief. The way her nose crinkled when she would concentrate in class. Class...we haven't sat next to eachother in potions for months. She sat with that orange dimwit Weaselbee. I could always hear them laughing from the back of the class. I had been failing potions, too distracted with my hatred of them to focus on Snape.

I think I'm so obsessed with her because she's the only one who's not cared. Not simpered for my attention. That bothered me. After all, you know what they say...you want what you can't have. What also bothered me was that I hadn't felt that warmth she provided since. I craved that warmth.

I would never admit that I was in the wrong, but then again, she had been making me do things I would never have done before. So... in this situation...I was in the wrong. Ouch that bruised my ego to admit.

I started making my way to class, taking a large bite out of a green apple- I didn't go to breakfast much anymore. Usually, I dreaded potions. I hated seeing her there, sat at the back of the class completely at ease. Whereas I was failing potions, she, of course, was excelling. Was I bitter? Yes. But today I had new motivation.

Turning the corner, I tripped on something and almost fell over, my arms flailing as I tried to regain my balance. Looking down, I saw it was Filtch's nasty, smelly, scrappy cat. I pulled out my wand.

'Wingardium Leviosa.' I muttered under my breath, smiling with satisfaction as the grubby cat started floating in the air. Its freaky yellow eyes were wide with panic as it hovered, clawing the air frantically as if trying to swim through it. I would never admit it to anyone, but cats scared the shit out of me. I'm much more of a dog person.

I took another bite of my apple, crinkling my face at the sour tang. I'd have to get a house elf to order me a new batch when I got back to my dorm- these were unpleasantly sour. I hate sour things. Lemons are the worst. Green apples were usually so sour, but there's no way I'd be caught dead eating a red apple. Red equals griffindor and I don't want to be associated with them.

I sauntered into Snape's potion room. Game face on, Draco.

Rosie's POV

'Everyone gather around.' Snape announced, impatiently ushering the class around a table. On it was a small cauldron, with a shimmering pearly pink liquid frothing within. I stood on my tiptoes to try to peer further into the cauldron. The whole class seemed to be leaning towards it.

'Malfoy what are you doing eating in my class. Does this look like a cafe to you? Put it in the bin.' Snape glared at Draco, who was taking large bites out of his shiny green apple.

Draco merely rolled his eyes at the professor, taking a last bite of the apple before pulling out his wand and holding the apple out in front of him.

'Evanesco.' He said, causing the apple to disappear. The class was clearly impressed by his witty use of the vanishing spell and twittered in quiet admiration.

I rolled my eyes, silently smiling to myself. He always had to make things dramatic didn't he? He couldn't have just gone to the bin and chucked it in like any normal person, he had to show off.

Snape sighed loudly in exasperation and carried on with the lesson. I hadn't realised I was still watching Draco until he looked back at me. He slowly put two fingers in his mouth that were dripping with juice from the apple, and sucked it off, maintaining our eye contact, his eyes glinting playfully. I could feel my cheeks flush bright red. His rings glinted on his fingers as he pulled his fingers out of his mouth and licked his lips, smirking at me. Lord almighty.

It took all my energy to tear my eyes away from him. Thank godric nobody else noticed. I could feel my heart pounding erratically, and I quietly tried to control my breaths. We haven't said a word to eachother in months and this is how he breaks the ice? Butterflies shot through my stomach. Nicely played, Malfoy, nicely played.

'-and that's how it's made. Now...can anyone tell me what this potion in front of us is?'

I tuned back into what Snape was talking about, completely oblivious to what was going on. I had no idea what potion that was, but everyone was leaning in to smell it. I did the same but I couldn't smell it over Draco's dumb cologne. Why was he wearing so much today? It was stinking up the whole room and making me lightheaded.

'Nobody can tell me what it is?' Snape looked around the class in disappointed frustration. 'It's amortentia. The most powerful love potion.'

Now that would be handy to carry around in my handbag.

'It smells like what attracts us the most.' Snape continued. 'Of course, that means it's different for everyone. Be warned though, it is an exceptionally dangerous potion, the most, dare I say.'

Oh.

Everyone took a step closer, hypnotised looks across their face as they closed their eyes, breathing slowly and deeply as if drinking in the fumes. I took a step back. I didn't want to be reminded that it smelled like apples and mint and cologne instead of Cedric's warm cinnamon scent. Each breath I took I could almost taste the burning essence that was Draco Malfoy.

He eyed me curiously. He was the only other person who had not greedily devoured the vapours, and was stood far away, as if wary of what he might smell. I'm sure I must've looked like a wreck to him, with my flushed cheeks and a frustrated look on my face. Why was it that still, even after months, even after Cedric, that he was the one I smelled. He was the one I couldn't stop thinking of.

Snape emerged behind Draco and pushed him towards the potion roughly. 'Why aren't you joining in, Malfoy?' He sneered. The rest of the class peered round. 'Come on, we're all curious... what do you smell?'

Draco bit his lip and took another step towards the cauldron. Everyone watched him eagerly. My stomach clenched. For goodness sake, was I about to find out what Pansy smelled like? Probably wet dog and moustache bleaching cream.

I twisted my hair around my finger, trying not to act interested. Draco bent down, ever so slightly and closed his eyes as he breathed in deeply. He smiled smugly before raising his head and locking eyes with me.

'I smelled...lemons.'

Lemons?

A part of me was disappointed. I don't smell like lemons. I don't even like lemons. They're so sour and unpleasant. But what was I really expecting? Stop being such a wet wipe, Rosie, get a grip...don't be upset just because he smelled lemons. Bloody lemons.

I'm pretty sure all my emotions were displayed on my face, because he continued watching me with arrogant amusement.

'Fascinating, Malfoy.' Snape said dryly. 'Now everyone get back to your desks and write four parchment scrolls worth of the potion amortentia. I want to see how it's made, the dangers of it, uses of it in the past etcetera. It's homework if it's not finished this lesson.'

I sat back down at my desk with Ron feeling dejected. It annoyed me that I felt that way. After all, I had moved on. And so had Draco. With his silly lemon girl.

'So Rosie what did you smell?' Ron queried, leaning across the desk and resting his cheek in his hand. I barely heard him- my thoughts were occupied by Miss Lemon.

'Oh...um...' I debated telling him the truth. 'Apples and mint.' I left out the undeniable scent of Draco's cologne.

'Nice...hey, wasn't Malfoy eating an apple earlier?' He laughed. 'You and Malfoy... how funny would that be, eh?'

I gave a weak laugh back and quickly changed the subject. 'What about you?'

His eyes glazed over and he stared at the table longingly.

'Fresh parchment...pumpkin pie...and old books.'

If that wasn't Hermione I don't know what would be. I smiled at Ron, who was now absently playing with his quill in an obvious daydream. I hope they end up together.

The lesson moved by slowly. The essay was so unbelievable boring, so I took to doodling little pictures on the parchment instead. When Snape announced the lesson was over, I realised I had written absolutely nothing and my parchment was just covered in pictures of apples and lemons. Subtle, Rosie.

I cleared away my things and left the classroom, on my way to my next lesson when a pair of cold hands grab both my arms from behind. He didn't turn me around to face him, but remained behind me. He pushed the hair off one side of my neck, tucking it behind my ear and pushing it to the other side and whispered, his hot breath tickling my sensitive skin. I took a sharp inhale.

'For the record, Williams...I hate lemons. I smelled vanilla and cookies and oak.' I could hear the smirk in his voice. 'Sound familiar?'

Before I could respond, he was already walking away in the opposite direction I had been facing. My heart pounded in my chest. This boy was really pulling out all the stops all of a sudden. Why did he go from ignoring me for months to now suddenly trying to give me heart attacks. The tingling on my neck trickled down my spine.

I hurried off to class with a big smile on my face. So he smelled me? Or was he just saying that? I'd never really know, but nonetheless it made me feel all giggly. Not again. I swear this boy is like a pufferfish. He's all nice and then,at the slightest wrong move, puffs up into a gigantic spiky arsehole. He wasn't being a spiky arsehole at the moment but god knows when he'll revert back.

Rosie you dumbass. Do you know who isn't a spiky arsehole? Ever? Cedric. The most lovely boy ever, and you're worrying about a bipolar pufferfish called Draco Malfoy? You absolute dumbass.

I didn't know what to do about Cedric. He'd be waiting for me in the common room after lessons to go to dinner together. I had made a commitment. A loose one, but I should still be loyal. It wasn't anything serious between Cedric and I... unless what Bella said was true...but I felt like i owed it to him. I felt like he deserved to be treated well. I decided, with a heavy heart, I needed to stop fanaticising and be realistic. Cedric was perfect and I needed to see where it would go. Draco...as I said, he was just a fantasy.