Soulmates were a scam.

That's the sentiment that he'd regurgitated ever since he found out what the word had actually meant. It was obvious that his parents were nowhere near soulmates; in fact, they were cousins. Finding one's soulmate was an entirely matter. Amortentia is the tried and true method that he'd vehemently avoided because of it.

Although, it was rather difficult to avoid it when Professor Slughorn instructed the class to create it for their final assignment. He'd protested, oh how he'd protested, that this was unbecoming of the heir to the Malfoy estate yet Slughorn was having none of it.

Close peg firmly placed over his nose, he began dissecting the ingredients with a little more force than necessary. Unfortunately, you were his cauldron mate, therefore your grade partially depended on his performance. Judging by how vigorously he was tossing his ingredients in, it wasn't looking too good.

There wasn't much you could do to him since he impacted your grade and could easily destroy your chances at ever getting an A, you had an idea. The one thing that would annoy him; removing the peg.

Silently, you mumbled under your breath "Accio clothes peg".

"Hey! What the hell are you-" Before he could finish, his pupils began to dilate. The pale of his cheeks flooded quickly with rouge. The smell was too familiar.