Hogwarts.

Your home away from home for ten months. You were surprised when you received your letter, not even knowing that witchcraft and wizardry were real. You came from a muggle family, causing you to be called a mudblood by the Slytherins in your year.

Thankfully, your best friend and fellow Hufflepuff, Art Donaldson, was friends with a Slytherin, Patrick Zweig, who he ended up ganging up with to protect you.

Since that day during your first year where they stood up for you, you became a trio. The perfect pairs. You kept them, mostly Patrick, in line when it was needed. Helped them study in the library and practice spells.

You often found yourself in the greenhouse with Art, tending to your plants with his help while your tabby cat follows close behind.

Over summers, you would spend your time with Art, staying in the wizarding world with the consent of your parents. You found yourself deeming him more attractive, not that he wasn’t before, but now you find him attractive. It wasn’t a crush. Sure, you felt hot when you two shared touches. Sure, you thought about him more often, and sure you guys started having some very intimate moments—like the day you sat in a cedar forest cloud gazing—you can still remember the feel of his arm against yours. His skin warm. The scent of him like cinnamon but sweet too. But those moments, they were nothing. You don’t have a crush on him, right?

It’s now your sixth year, you have one more year left after this then you’ll be finding your way in the wizarding world. You finally have a free period but instead of taking that time to relax, you’ve decided to partake in Professor Slughorn’s potion class, consequently causing Art and Patrick to follow.

You gather around the table with a potion on top with your fellow classmates, Art right by your side. His hair is crazy and curly as always, just how you like it. His sleeves are rolled up to his forearms, showing off the muscles he’s gained from playing quidditch. Your eyes snap from Art’s side profile to Slughorn’s as he enters.

“Good morning, class,” He begins with his usual smile on his face, “Can anyone tell me what this potion is?”

Your hand immediately raises into the air, “It’s Amortenia. It’s the most powerful love potion in existence. It also smells differently to others depending on who or what they find attractive, for example,” You pause to smell the potion, “I smell cinnamon, cedar, and grass,” Your voice trails off as you realize what that smell truly is.