Ch 11
Agyness woke up in a state of delight, smiling as she stretched her arms and yawned. Instead of the usual morning slothfulness that accompanied her dreary mornings, she felt like skipping. As she swept off her white bedspread and swung her legs off of the bed and onto the hardwood floor, she stopped to ponder if it had all been a dream. But there was no mistaking that electric shock that she felt jolt through her body as he kissed her or that delicious, sweet smell that overpowered her when they were close. Was that why in potions class at Hogwarts, amortentia had always smelled so sugary to her? As for the date, it all had felt so real, so why question its authenticity?

Coming to that conclusion, Agyness hopped out of bed and scuttled toward her bathroom, anxious to start the workday.
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Draco woke from his deep slumber, stretching his arms contentedly and placing his hands behind his head as a smile played on his lips. He had behaved himself so well: no sexual innuendo during conversation or inappropriate physical contact, no matter how much he desired it. Draco surprised himself with his strength. In the past, he hadn’t a care in the world whether he was being too forward with his fancies toward his dates. But like he had admitted to Agyness, there was something different about her; but what exactly was it? It could have been that lavender-like smell that emanated from her. He sniggered, remembering the day that Professor Slughorn had made amortentia for his sixth year class.

Draco stopped reminiscing and firmly tossed his bed sheets to the side. Why spend his time daydreaming about her when the real thing awaited him at work?
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“Good morning, darling,” Draco promptly opened the door of his office before Agyness could even grasp the outer handle, swiftly wrapping his arms around her waist before stealing her inside. “Good morning to you, too,” She placed her hands on either side of his face before giving him a quick, soft kiss. Almost unwillingly releasing her, Draco unwrapped his arms and turned to take a seat at the head of his desk. As Agyness took her seat at her usually, rickety wooden chair, Draco commented with a smirk, “Nice to see some color to your cheeks.” Agyness turned to face the antique mirror hanging on the wall. It was true; her cheeks carried a rosy tint, rather than their usual paleness. Turning back to Draco, she asked professionally, “So, what’s on the agenda today. Another beach outing?” “Now wouldn’t that be quaint?” Draco grinned widely as he reached his hand across the desk to grab hers, “Actually, I was-”

The door abruptly opened, slamming against the wall from the force that it had been pushed with. The smile ran away from Draco’s face as he spoke grimly, “Potter?” Agyness released Draco’s hand from hers, turning around to see Harry with a grim look on his face. “Agyness, Malfoy,” Harry’s mouth was set in a firm line as he nodded to each, although the last nod was sharper than the first, “Just checking out Agyness’s progress. We wouldn’t want word to spread that her mentor was doing a poor job of teaching, would we?” “Of course not,” Draco answered, his jaw clenched. No matter how much contempt he still held for Harry, he had to force himself to be polite. After all, Harry was the head of the department.

Sensing their tension, Agyness turned to Harry to speak, “Well, he’s doing an excellent job. He’s giving me hands-on training and everything.” “Oh, I’m sure he is,” Harry turned his gaze on Draco, his glare filled with contempt. Draco obviously was having a hard time dealing with his irritation. His hands were both balled into fists on his desk and his right hand seemed to twitch toward his wand, which was lying on the corner of the cherry wood desk.

Something flared up in Agyness, something that she couldn’t explain. “Harry,” Her eyes turned into slits and she spoke tersely, almost in a harsh, motherly fashion, “He’s doing brilliantly. I can demonstrate some of my training, if you’d like.” She picked up her wand from her lap and twirled in between her fingers threateningly. “Is she actually asking to duel?” Harry and Draco incredulously thought, both of their expressions softening as they saw what state she was in. “No, no, I believe you,” Harry put his hands up in a surrendering position. He backed towards the door and began to retreat from the office, “Like I said, just checking in.” “Then it’s settled,” Agyness’s mouth twisted into a fierce smile and after Harry was out of the room, she flicked her wand and shut the door in his face.

Agyness turned back to Draco, her face still creased in an intense manner. Draco couldn’t help but let his jaw drop. Had she just stood up to Harry, one of her dearest friends, for him? Smoothing out her skirt, placing her wand to the side of the desk, and clearing her throat, Agyness turned to face Draco as if nothing had happened. “You were saying?” She prompted.