Changing The Past

17. THE STALKER

A/N: New chapter :) enjoy!!! 

A/N: Hey guys! please do keep in mind that not every fact will be the same as in the original story :) some were changed for a reason and others were changed because I am not perfect lol. Also please keep in mind that I do write for fun and I can see all the comments :) 

The Gryffindor common room was bustling with energy. Laughter and chatter filled the space, creating a lively atmosphere. Despite the noise, sitting in the most secluded corner away from everyone, little second year Rowan's mind was focused on a new idea. He knew he was about to cross a line, but desperate times called for desperate measures. He needs a way to make Peverell notice him. He was starting to get desperate. Nothing he did was working. Peverell was only interested in that stupid snake he was always hanging around. He could never find time to get him alone so he figured he would have to make do.

He had come up with the idea when he was in Professor Slughorn's dingy potion classroom. They were studying different types of potions and one of them caught his eye. As soon as class ended, he all but ran to the library. He swears his heart was pounding out of his chest from a mix of excitement and anxiety. He searched the library fervently until he came across the restricted section's gate. He attempted to disillusion himself quickly before anyone saw him.

He carefully went towards the librarian knowing that a simple locking charm would never work on the gate. He looked around for anyone who may have noticed but found none so he went ahead and cast "Imperio" on the librarian. He knew that anyone could use these spells; he just had to make sure to use more intent and will power. He made the librarian go over to the gates and unlock them before going back to their desk. He removed the spell and walked in unnoticed. Making sure to be extremely careful, he started to look at the different books. Eventually he found it – Scent of Desire: An Amortentia Guide, the book that holds the most powerful love potion known to man and how to make it. His fingers trembled as he hand copied the instructions, ensuring that he had every detail correct. Still disillusioned, Rowan walked out of the restricted section and out of the library. He went to an empty corridor and cancelled the spells. Now he just had to figure out a time to gather the ingredients, make the potion, and figure out when to administer it and how.

It took Rowan until the end of his second year to do everything he needed to. With him returning home for the summer, he had an opportunity to figure out when and where he would use the potion.

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As the summer months dragged on, each day feeling longer than the last, Rowan spent hours in his room, pouring over the details of his plan. He needed the timing to be perfect but he was also running out of patience. He replayed scenarios in his mind, each ending with Hadrian falling in love with him. The potion sat in a small, enchanted vial hidden in his drawer, its iridescent liquid a constant reminder of how close he was to calling Hadrian his.

As September approached, Rowan's anticipation grew and his patience sunk. He imagined the moment over and over—Hadrian taking a bite of the cupcake, their eyes meeting, and the magic of the potion doing its work. The thought both thrilled and terrified him. He couldn't wait to be able to have Hadrian's full, rounded bum any time and any way he wanted.

His small prick started to swell and harden slightly in his trousers as he thought about Hadrian's pert, feminine arse. The soft glow of the lamp and the stillness of the night created a sense of tranquillity, but Rowan's mind was anything but calm. He couldn't stop picturing Hadrian, he'd been secretly watching for months - Hadrian's delicate features, his slender frame, the tantalising curve of his hips. Rowan had never worked up the nerve to approach him until he hatched this plan, instead content to lurk in the shadows and fantasise about bending the older yet more delicate boy over and taking him; claiming him.