As I pour the potion in two goblets, my eyes meet Draco’s. He is clenching his jaw, but his face is emotionless, he is clearly compartmentalizing. I hover the cup to the Dark Lord and grab my own. We face each other as we drink the potion, it is very bitter and I have to watch out that I don’t puke. I can smell the very, extremely faint, rose scent rising from the goblet, but the Dark Lord doesn’t notice.