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“Your hair is sentient again."
She rolled her eyes as he invaded her workspace, “There’s something wrong with the Amortentia.”
Draco peered over the cauldron and inhaled deeply, a small smile playing on his lips. “Well, it seems fine to me,” he shrugged, popping a lemon drop in his mouth.
Hermione rubbed her temples, ‘It smells off.”
“How so?”
“It smells like –” her eyes snapped to his mouth
Oh