When Professor Granger receives a howler at breakfast, even owls stop flying.
It’s Ron. He’s breaking up with her.
“—as long as Malfoy is all you talk about, it’s ov—”
Hopeless, the witch sets the envelope on fire, but it’s too late. The Potions Master is already smiling.
“It wasn’t you,” she says as soon as she enters his classroom before the morning’s classes begin, not having considered that a few students would have already found their seats at their tables.
“The… Malfoy that Ron mentioned,” she repeats more quietly though no less harshly once she has crossed the gloomy room as casually as possible, her chin raised high, to his desk. “It wasn’t you.”
Focused on the preparation of some potion, his left hand busy stirring the hot liquid, her former classmate turned colleague doesn’t look up from his cauldron as he retorts, “Is that so? What’s with the urgency, then? You didn’t even took the time to clean up that cruddy pumpkin juice stain on your white blouse. You know, the one you caused in your panic.”
Caught off-guard by his comment, the witch tightens her robes over her chest, painfully conscious of the heat rising to her cheeks.
“Yes, well, you’re one to talk about cleanliness; your classroom reeks of your cologne. I know you’re trying to cover the fact that you never leave this hole to sleep or shower, but still. I’m sure your students would appreciate you airing it out a bit.”
That makes him pause and meet her gaze for two seconds that seem to last an eternity.
“What?” she grits through her teeth.
“Nothing. I just think it’s funny that you mention it, considering I’m not wearing any perfume today.”
She scoffs. “Yes, of course. And I’m totally imagining that green apple and eucalyptus scent that’s currently assaulting my nostrils. Sure.”
“Professor?” A student asks at the same time Hermione realises that every stool has now found its student. “Is the class cancelled?”
“Oh, no. Actually, it’s already started,” Malfoy replies as he redirects his attention to her with a devilish grin on his lips. “Professor Granger, why don’t you share with the rest of the class what you just smelled in your Amortentia?”
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