You were deep in study mode in the Gryffindor common room when Hermione and Ron appeared out of nowhere.

—“Hey,” Ron said, grinning way too much, “we need you for a quick opinion on something we brewed.”

Hermione nodded.

—“Just a little experimental potion. We want to know if it smells any good—honest feedback.”

You sighed but stood, following them to a quiet corridor off the Potions classroom. Harry was already there, arms crossed, clearly part of the plan.

—“Just give it a sniff,” Hermione urged. “We want to see if the scent works like it’s supposed to.”

The potion was softly bubbling, giving off silvery steam. You leaned over and inhaled gently.

Your face twitched. That was… familiar. Clean, warm, something like old books and that very specific cologne you’d noticed around Harry—sharp and comforting at once.

You hesitated.

—“It smells like… Harry’s cologne?”

Ron’s face split into a grin.

—“Gotcha!”

Hermione smacked his arm.

—“Ron!”

Harry blinked.

—“Wait, my—?”

Hermione bit her lip, clearly trying not to laugh.

—“It wasn’t really experimental. It’s Amortentia. You know… the love potion. It smells like what you’re most drawn to.”

Harry looked at you, cheeks slightly pink now.

—“Well… I didn’t expect that.”

Ron snorted.

—“Mate, we were hoping for that.”

You stood there, stunned, while the three of them tried to act casual. Harry gave you a sideways glance and a small, soft smile.

—“Guess we know a bit more about each other now, huh?” he said.