Love and Other Aromas

To Draco Malfoy, love smelled like the sharpness of fresh coffee, the tang of ink on a newly pressed book, and the tickling sweetness of apples on a summer afternoon. He had never smelled anything quite like it until that morning in Slughorn’s potions class, and the aromas clashed together in a way that made his already pounding head feel heavier.

But it didn’t matter. There were more important things to worry about, and why his version of amortentia smelled like coffee and books and fruit wasn’t even at the bottom of the list. It, like so many other things about his time at Hogwarts, was irrelevant.