Lemon Grass and Sleep

OH BOY, THAT'S NOT GOOD

Sitting down and looking at it, I found it odd that the box wasn't muggle chocolates, but an assortment from Honeydukes. The box was a little beat up, but I had to assume it'd been in Glinda's tiny little coat pocket, or something, at least once.

"I've never mentioned liking anything from Honeydukes..." But it's not like I was about to be ungrateful for some Valentine's chocolate.

I bit into the candy slowly, it tasted a bit funny but I'd had some weird foreign chocolates before. The inside was gooey and melty, like some sort of odd filling I hadn't had before. Perhaps she'd seen a new display and thought I'd want to try them, that's sweet.

A small picture fell from the box and I looked down to see none other than Fred Weasley sitting at the Gryffindor table. Someone had definitely taken this when he wasn't looking, but as his head turned to look at whoever was behind the camera I felt my heart stop.

"Oh, Merlin," I whispered, has Fred always been so attractive?

"Oh, look who's here," a familiar voice spoke from behind one of the bookshelves.

My eyes slowly looked up from the picture to see one of the twins. Fred? I couldn't tell, for some reason his features looked fuzzy. The letter and chocolates were forgotten on the table, I couldn't tear my eyes away from him.

"Hey there, Soot."

"Hi," I whispered, standing up to kiss him on the lips.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," he burst out, pushing me off him. "Soot, what the hell?"

That's not Fred. I bumped into George roughly, my body feeling hot and my head feeling heavy. My hands gripped onto him instinctively, begging for him to come closer.

"Whoa, what the fuck," George exclaimed, grabbing my shoulders and trying to shove me off. "Are you alright?"

As soon as his eyes met mine I could tell from his face that he definitely thought I was not alright. I watched as George glanced around the table, seeing my letter discarded on the table.

"What is it?" I asked slowly, feeling like I was stuck in jello.

"Who gave you this?" He brushed his hands over the chocolate box, seeming to get more aggressive with each passing second. "Tom, who gave you these chocolates?"

"Glinda, it says right there," I gestured to the letter, pointing at her signature.

"Thomas," George groaned, "This isn't even Glinda's handwriting."

"What? It's not?" I stared at the letter, before my eyes trained back on George. If I didn't look at him for too long I'd start feeling sick to my stomach.

"Yeah, she loops her Y's and- Look, the point is," he sighed harshly. Just then, he sniffed, leaning in close to the chocolates with a disgusted face. "This is amortentia."

"Hah, funny, good joke," I slurred. "Have you seen Fred by chance?"

"I have," he deadpanned.

"Could you take me to him?"

"I can," he sighed. "Let me get this stuff, he'll want to see this. Ugh, and look at this photo of him, he looks horrible."

George quickly shoved my gift into his satchel before all but dragging me somewhere.

"Fred's gonna kill me," I heard George mumble anxiously.

"No," I dragged out. "Where's Fred, by the way?"

"We're going, we're going," George groaned. "Be quiet."

"Isn't Fred just so handsome?" I sighed dreamily, "And he's so strong, a quidditch player! Wow, I sure know how to pick them."