Harry Potter Characters X Reader

cinnamon -cedric

f you didn't already know, Amortentia is the strongest and most dangerous love potion in the world," Professor Snape drawled, "it causes a powerful infatuation or obession from the drinker."

You looked at the glass vial in the Professors hand, the pearly liquid was glinting in the little candlelight of the classroom. Professor Snape pinched the lid of the vial between two fingers.

"It has a distinctive aroma," he popped open the lid, "each unique to the senses."

Everyone leaned in eagerly to catch a whiff of the potion, those in the first row were already humming and sighing from their favourite scents.

"What do you think it'll smell like," your classmate and crush, Cedric Diggory, leaned in and whispered.

You turned your head facing him, fighting a blush from overtaking your cheeks, feeling your ears become red hot instead.

"Not sure," you whispered back, "probably Grandma's blueberry tarts."

The room was filled with the mumbling from other students, two Ravenclaw girls were giggling, muttering Cedric's name under their breath. You rolled your eyes, sighing slightly.

"I hope you're paying attention Mr/Miss (L/N)," Snape droned, annoyance evident in his tone.

"Yes sir," you mumbled.

"Then you won't mind sharing with the class what it is you smell," Snape held out the vial for you to take.

You stepped down from your desk, walked towards the center of the room where Snape was standing and took the vial in a shaky hand, you lifted it up to your nose. The smell was tantalising, a mixture of your grandmother's blueberry tarts, your cats fur, petrichor, and cinnamon, more specifically the cinnamon shampoo Cedric liked to put in his hair.

"Well?" Snape questioned irritably,
"My grandmothers blueberry tarts, (C/N)'s fur," a chorus of soft laughter rolled around the classroom, "and petrichor."

You handed Snape back the vial and rushed back to sit down at your desk. Ears red as your best friend Nina winked at you from the side of the classroom. Snape sat at his desk, correcting the homework your class had given him at the beginning of the class. With the professor distracted, the various students chattered away while making their first batch of Amortentia.

Your hands were shaky as you crushed the peppermint leaves underneath your knife. The cinnamon scent was still lingering in your nostrils and wafted around your head, you were yearning to recreate the potion once again, just to have a hint of the cinnamon smell again. You and Cedric weren't close friends, and either way its near to impossible to be close to him at any time, as he was surrounded by all his other friends and fan club nearly every second of every day.

Distracted by your thoughts you failed to notice the tip of the knife nearing dangerously close to your index finger until you caught the skin underneath it.

"Ouch," you winced, dropping the knife and holding the finger with your other hand, the cut was shallow but bleeding.

"You alright there (Y/N)?" Your potions partner Henry asked, dropping the ashwinder eggs on the desk.

"Yeah, just nicked myself with the knife," you grinned sheepishly,

Henry took a gentle hold of your injured finger, taking a tissue and dabbing away the blood.

"Really I'm fi-" you squeaked when Henry leaned down and pressed a kiss to the cut.

"There all better," he beamed at you,

You felt your cheeks heat up, not used to physical affection from the opposite/same sex. He turned back to the eggs oblivious to the damage he had caused to your weak heart. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Cedric crushing a piece of moonstone in his hand, an ugly scowl on his pretty face.