Evanora

Potions with Slughorn

It was potions class in the morning when Harry and Ron came in unexpectedly and got their books from the cupboard.

"I prepared some concoctions this morning. Any idea what these might be?" Slughorn continued. My hand beat Hermione's and I stepped forward. It was a good idea to study this morning.

"This first one is called Veritaserum. The world's most powerful truth serum. That one there is polyjuice potion, it transforms you into another person if you add a bit of whoever you want to turn into --- and that one there is Amortentia. It's the most powerful love potion in the world. Of course, no love potion can actually create true love, but rather powerful infatuation and obsession with whoever is giving it."

"Brilliant, Miss Black," Slughorn said.

Hermione raised her hand.

"Is there something you would like to add, Miss. . ."

"Granger, sir." Hermione said, stepping forward as well. "It's rumored to smell differently to each person according to what attracts them," she said. I curiously leaned toward the potion. It smelled like freshly cut pine and dewy forest, then it smelled like. . . is that. . . Harry?? I think to myself and resist the urge to look up to the green eyes across the room. The girls in the room slowly approached the potion until Slughorn placed the lid over the top. I backed away into the crowd and so did Hermione. "So? What did yours smell like?" she whispered.

I opened my mouth to speak, but then closed it and thought of something else to say.

"First it smelled like a mixture of vanilla and lemon, then someone that had been in a long adventure, like with a bit of dirt, rubble, and scrapes. . ." I didn't finish.

"And the last one?" she whispered curiously. I shifted in position.

"I think you already know the answer to that, Hermione," I said, slightly aggravated and mischievously at the same time, because even though my gaze was fixed on the floor in front of me, I knew for a fact that Hermione was winking and smirking between Harry and me. I closed my eyes and imagined him, looking at me the way he does, thinking the same thing as me, and then up to Hermione, who reads his expression and nods with a small smirk, causing his eyes to brighten. I let out a slow sigh.