Sneaky-peak of ch 142 :)
“That potion is Amortentia,” she answered, nodding to the golden cauldron.
“I assume you know what it does?” he asked and she nodded.
“It’s the most powerful love potion in the world,” Grace answered as she took in a slow, deep breath, inhaling the intoxicating scent. “It’s the most powerful love potion because it smells differently to each person according to what attracts them the most…” she continued softly. “For example... I smell fresh laundry, sandalwood,” she started, her cheeks starting to burn as she recognized each scent, “treacle tart and…,” Grace’s cheeks grew darker, “…and broom polish.” There were a few giggles from Hermione and the other few girls in the class, but Harry rubbed her back softly. She didn’t dare look at him since everything she smelt was him (but she had a feeling the stupid git was grinning or smirking).