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𝐀 light glow emitted from the tip of Harry's wand. Almost immediately, the box jumped up and shot towards the halls. The golden trio chased after the wooden container with desperation and curiosity.
"Take a left!" Hermione shouted. The boys sped up as the box led them to the lower floors. Just as they were going to cross the stairs, the staircases shifted away, and the box flew out of sight.
"Bloody hell," Ron panted. "We were doing so well."
"It's almost as if the box was bewitched with Accio," Granger noticed. The smart witch took note of the unrecorded spell. Maybe its origins would lead her to another clue.
She looked at the dejected eyes of her certain friend and felt a twinge of sympathy. They were so close, yet the trail has gone cold. She patted his back. "We'll try again once the box comes back, Harry so don't dwell on it."
"Sure." He shrugged it off and trudged away.
"Man, he's really head over heels, isn't he?" Ron popped a fizzing whizzbees in his mouth. "I would've felt bad if not for my lack of sleep."
Hermione just rolled her eyes and walked away. What an absolute dunderhead.
During potions. Snape walked around class as he lectured them on a new potion. "Amortentia is a very powerful, if not the most, potion that you will ever encounter. One sip, and you'll find yourself dangerously obsessed with the person that made it." He strut towards the front of class. "For today, rather than crafting and brewing, you'll all smell the aroma of Amortentia."
"May I ask what exactly we will smell?" she asked.
Snape paused before seeing the glint in her eyes. Oh he knew exactly what she was thinking. Surely Hermione had no reason to ask such a question. After all, she knew of its contents before class even started. The professor's eyes trailed towards a certain scarred boy with unruly, black hair.
He cleared his throat. "We'll, Ms. Granger, I cannot answer that question. What you will smell depends on who you love the most."
Harry perked up. Who you love the most? Then, if he smelled the potion would it tell him who his mystery lover was?
"Potter."
The boy shifted his eyes towards the owner of the voice. Professor Snape raised his eyebrow. "Come up first. Everyone else follow in a single file line, am I clear?"
"Yes, Professor," the class chorused.
Harry timidly, yet excitedly walked up front as the rest of the student began forming their line. When he walked up to the front, he looked at Professor Snape, then the bubbling pink liquid set before him. He gulped. It was the moment of truth. He leaned in and immediately caught whiff of a wonderful aroma.
There was a hint of citrus, more specifically oranges, and parchment. He leaned closer and closer, until a hand stopped him.
"I said the smell the potion, not drown your head in it." Professor Snape narrowed his eyes. Harry's mouth went agape and his leaned away.
"Uh, right. Sorry sir."
"Next student." Snape motioned.
Harry turned around to leave the line, and in doing so, he accidentally bumped into the person in front of him.
"Sorry about that." Harry fumbled.
"Watch where you're walking, Potter." A certain nemesis's voice spat out.
The boy was about to snap back, until his heard a light, feminine voice speak first.
"It's alright, Draco. He didn't mean it."
The words flowed smoothly out of her mouth, like music notes drifting off a piano's keys. His eyes slowly lifted to see a girl not much shorter than he was. Light bangs covered her doe eyes, her long hair trailing down her shoulders. Those eyes enamored Harry. It was as if he were looking at stars.
"Move along Potter." Snape said impatiently. Harry blinked and flushed red.
"Right, right."
He briskly walked to his seat, catching a scent of the same citrus from the potion. "The potion must be really strong," he muttered under his breath.
