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so true..

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Another photoset of this beautiful moment.

Niall strokes Zayn’s cheek.
Then Zayn looks at Niall and smiles at him.

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Draco Malfoy leaned over their cauldron and took a whiff of the potion he and Hermione Granger had been brewing together for the past two hours. A very familiar scent invaded his nostrils, and he reeled back at the shock of his revelation.

“Fuck.”

Hermione’s hand tightened around the stem of the ladle and she resisted the urge to hit her potions partner with it. “I swear to Merlin I will turn your hair pink if I hear you say that one more time,” she muttered with a vehemence that matched Draco’s scowl. 

“Fuck,” he repeated just to goad her temper. “What’s the matter, haven’t you done that with Weasley yet?”

Hermione’s face flamed, but she refused to be put down by him. “Sod off, Malfoy. Put your mouth to better use and tell Professor Slughorn that we’re done brewing the potion,”

“Oh, I sure can put my mouth to better use,” he drawled as he regarded her with a half-lidded stare. “Like irritating the life out of you with my clever remarks,” a dimple she just noticed popped on his left cheek, and her heart thrummed loudly against her chest. 

Was it her imagination, or does their Amortentia potion smell eerily like him?

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