•Drarry One-Shots•

Amortentia

Word Count: 3,067

POV: Draco's and the Weasley twins' to spice it up a little bit >:)

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Draco Malfoy walked into Diagon Alley with a sigh. He knew his intentions, and he was going to do what he wanted to do for a long time. It was a bit selfish, but he needed a break. As long as no one asked questions, he was fine.

He was, however, very anxious. His hands were stuffed deep into the pockets of his hoodie, and once he acknowledged how hunched over he was, he immediately straightened his back. He wasn't doing anything of ill intentions, per se, but he felt like it. Draco just needed this. It's been in his head for a long time, and he finally succumbed to the temptations.

He stopped in front of the brightest shop in Diagon Alley, painted in several colors that looked like they could burn your retina if you look at them too long. He didn't like the Weasley twins that much, but he had to do this.

He opened the wooden door, and a bell rang out that pierced his ears. Not because it was loud, but because he didn't expect it to be that audible. He thought there were going to be children and teenagers browsing around the shop, but instead, it was empty, the only people occupying it being the two Weasleys themselves. They had their magenta uniforms on, and both stood behind the cash register, perking up at the sound of the bell.

"...Am I supposed to be here?" Malfoy asked, addressing the two redheads at the other end of the silent store.

"Well, if you're asking if the shop is open, then yes, it is," replied one of the twins. "Business isn't really booming right now."

"Ah, I see. My condolences." He didn't want to say that, but he was trying hard to change and accept that being nice was more profitable than being the opposite.

"Yeah, thanks. What do you need from our shop, anyway? I thought I'd never see you show your face in here-"

"Calm down, George," laughed who Draco presumed to be Fred. "Let the man be. But seriously though, what are you here to buy?"

"A few things. I'd rather go somewhere else, but other stores don't have the same... products as you." Malfoy scanned the various shelves, looking for a bright pink one that would normally stand out, but blended in with the other vivid colors regardless.

"Well we're flattered to hear that, aren't we, Fred?" remarked George, nodding to the other twin.

"Indeed we are," agreed Fred. "We've only had a trio of customers and some visitors the whole day, so we're glad we finally got some more action."

"Who were they, if you don't mind me asking?" He caught sight of a hot pink shelf and marked its placement to get back to it later. He wanted to get something else first.

"Just a couple of first years. Lee and Harry came over to see how business was doing, too. Didn't buy anything, though."

Draco's heart sped up at Harry's name, and he had to refrain from asking too many questions. He lightly picked up a purple bottle that read "Dreamless Sleep" in cursive lettering. He held onto it and returned to the pink shelf that he saw earlier.

"Well, I'd assume that proved to be quite a shame, especially due to your shop's popularity." He seized one of the pink bottles, trying not to draw any significance to it. He turned the Dreamless Sleep potion over in his hand as he walked up to the cash register, putting the bottles down with a small clink and digging in his pocket for money.

"How much will it be?" Draco asked nonchalantly, but the love potion on the cashier's desk didn't go unnoticed.

"Don't think you'll get away too easily, Romeo," teased Fred and George simultaneously. "Who's it for? Is it someone we know?"