Something Undefined

So Unreal

'Miss Granger, it would be better if you have a firm grip around your wand if you wish to achieve the excellence for your Amortentia!'

'Yes Professor', Hermione whispered. With inability to focus on the given task for that class she managed to somehow have even a weaker hold of her wand.

'Firm, I said firm Miss Granger.'

'I-I'm trying.'

'I assume that intimidation is one of my highly overrated effects on my students, in this case especially you. Wait right here. I'll be back in a minute.'

Ron and Harry from two tables in front gestured for her to join them. But there was something, something in her that didn't wish to do so for she wanted to stay there as asked. Not merely because of orders but because of something more. To see what would happen.

She returned her focus as he came back. Without any announcement he leaned across her to keep up the basket of roses.

'In order to create the infatuation perfectly in the drinker, one has to reveal the utmost care that one possesses while brewing such a complicated potion. You, being one of my top students, though I would never confess this if it wasn't your dream, are very close to my heart... I mean to say dear to me as a potioneer.'

Her eyebrows fluttered.

'I hope that this would do,' he said as he dropped the last delicate rose petal into her cauldron. 'Please sniff and kindly tell what you get.'

She leaned under his gaze. Her eyes widened.

'Sir I...I...I smell ink, herbs and... grease.'

He smirked. 'So it's practically me, I suppose?' His look was so unreal.

She blabbed, 'Who else can it be! It's been you... always.'

With those pure words, the dream ended leaving Hermione with hundreds of questions about her true self unanswered.