This fanfic - the stories in each chapter are NOT my own work. I want to make it very clear that I am not claiming authorship; I'm just saving them here for myself, because I enjoy reading them all the time and thought it would be more practical to...
Summary: Amortentia is the most powerful love potion. Fred decides to create something similar, Himerostia. While creating the potion things go wrong, putting the two of you in a precarious situation.
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"Is that another batch of love potion?"
"Nope, something special." Fred's eyes glinted as they flicked up from the cauldron to your gaze. A subtle smirk adorned his face. You remember the day he came to you, asking for your expert opinion on how to make love potion. As much as you didn't want to tell him you did, feelings mudding your opinion. It was no secret that you liked Fred, he even knew. A long drunken night at Hogwarts had revealed that 'secret'.
"Something special? I'm not sure if I can trust that, Weasley."
"Trust is my middle name though." Fred tried to give you his best pleading face. Your face scrunched up at his comment. The small bubbling of the cauldron filled the background.
"Last time I checked, your middle name was Gideon." Fred pushed his lips into a playful frown, bringing his hand up to his chin. He jokingly stroked his chin while acting like he was thinking about your words. "Fred."
"Now my next question is, when do you become an expert on my middle name?" You felt heat rise to your cheeks. Your eyes scanned over his body, taking in the black t-shirt and regular jeans. Eventually, your eyebrows knitted together at his quip.
"Fred, I'm being serious." His demeanor changed, dropping the more playful attitude.
"Fine, fine. I'll tell you. But you can't tell anyone. Not even George." A curt nod was all it took for him to continue. "So you know Amortentia?"
"Obviously. Anyone who deals with potions knows about the strongest love potion." Fred nodded eagerly as he leaned back against the counter and crossed his arms. Magic continued to stir the fluid inside, a small bubbling as white noise.
"Himerostia." Fred smiled when he received a questioning look from you.
"Am I supposed to know what that is?"
"You will, eventually. They will write about it in books and probably outlaw the use of it."
"Fred, what does that mean?" You inched closer to him, neither of you picking up on the slow increase of noise from the cauldron. Fred tilted his head and looked at you with that familiar glint in his eye.
"Lust potion." Shock settled over you as you looked at him, the urge to smack that smile off his face. Your shoulders tightened and you hunched slightly, trying to think of all the ramifications of this.
"What are you thinking! A lust potion should not exist! That's like a major violation of self, same thing with a love potion!" You swatted at his arm, watching as he made a pained face after the blow.
"I never said I was going to use it." Fred rubbed at the spot you hit while giving you a look that could rival a kicked puppy. Thoughts kept racing through your mind, anxiety flooding your system. What the hell was Fred thinking! Bickering began between the two of you, as the cauldron started to bubble more and more.
