Base Notes by Sectumsempra
Draco is in the potions classroom, brewing something, as Harry reports for detention.Sneaky Snape. No, wait. I'm not still sure if Snape was sneaky or not. Probably. At least I love the idea and would totally go and investigate it more if I can find more stories about sneaky Snape. Yup.
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He comes close enough to the cauldron – from which smoke now rises in spirals, the surface gleaming like mother of pearl – and this time when he catches the scent, he recognizes it. ”Wait,” he says. ”You're making perfume?”
Malfoy looks at him with a raised brow and a strange, lop-sided simper. ”What perfume?” he asks, which seems like an odd question.
”The one you're always wearing, isn't it?”
As their eyes meet now, the expression on Malfoy's face, hard to place as it is, makes Harry wish he hadn't spoken.
”No fucking way.”
The rest of the fic is just fluff and two stupid boys being dumb. Okay. They may have an actual conversation in here somewhere. Blink and you will miss it. Or not really. The whole fic is more about them actually talking and not just hexing and fighting. I am not 100% sure if you can call that peacefull conversation but its a start with these two. Yup.
Thats it. Have fun!
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