regret, harry potter (rewriting)

twenty three

Aurelia was walking down the hallway alone until someone dragged her into an empty classroom. She immediately pulled out her wand and cornered whoever that was.

"I won't hesitate to jinx you, what do you want!" Aurelia demanded.

"Merlin Aurelia, it's me! it's Harry!" said Harry as he raised his hands.

"Harry," she sighed in relief, "Don't scare me like that ever again."

"Alright sorry sorry," he apologized. "Anyway, we have a free period."

"Yes?" she furrowed her eyebrows, trying to decipher where he's going with his statement.

"Come," he dragged her outside.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"Just trust me, you'll love it," he grinned.

They're finally outside, near the black lake. Under the tree, she could see a picnic blanket and a basket on top of it.

"C'mon," he motioned her to sit down next to him.

"I know the basket seems small, 'how can you fit everything in there Harry?'  Well, Hermione charmed it with an undetectable extension charm," he explained. "Here Aurelia, you'll find every single one of your favorite foods."

Aurelia gaped at the sight. Her stomach fluttered as her lips slowly formed a smile.

"What? Why? Why did you do this?" she looked at him with bright eyes.

"Why not? I know you told Hermione you wanted to have a picnic the other day — yes she told me," he said.

Aurelia wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face on his shoulder, "Thank you, Harry, this is really sweet."

Harry wrapped his arms around her waist as all of the butterflies were taking over his stomach, "You're welcome, Lia."

"Okay, enough of this sappy stuff, let's eat," she pulled him to sit down on the blanket.

"Alright," he chuckled.

Once she opened the basket, she beamed right away when she saw her favorite food.

"Oh, burger and fries? Yes, yes, yes," she beamed.

Harry couldn't stop smiling at the sight of how happy she looked.

"Open your mouth and eat these fries, Harry," she brought three fries to his mouth.

Harry grinned and immediately opened his mouth. He couldn't help the blush that's forming when her finger touches his lips. When she noticed, her heart fluttered and immediately looked away.

"The fries were good but, here's the star of the show, my treacle tart! Very sexy indeed," he smirked and proudly showed her his warm treacle tart. The scent of the pastry dances to both noses, causing a rumble in their stomachs. Both look at each other sheepishly at the sound their stomachs were making.

"Are you sexually attracted to treacle tart now?" she teased him.

"Maybe," he shrugged. "But smell this Lia. This is the freshest, warmest, treacle tart I could find. Smell my brilliant treacle tart."

"Fine weirdo," she chuckled.

She smelled the treacle tart and he wasn't wrong. Her stomach rumbled again from smelling the freshly baked treacle tart again. However the whole time she thought the smell was very familiar. Where did she smell it before? She tried to recall everything, until. . .

Amortentia.

Aurelia suddenly choked on her own spit and started coughing.

"Lia, Lia, are you alright?" He immediately put down his treacle tart and poured a pumpkin juice for her.