The Hogwarts dungeons were always cool and dim, thick with the scent of centuries-old potions. But today, a new aroma filled the air—one that would change everything.

Professor stood before the class, eyes sharp as ever. A cauldron bubbled before him, releasing shimmering steam.

"This," he drawled, "is Amortentia. The most powerful love potion in existence. Its effects are distinct—it smells different to each person, reminding them of what they find most appealing, whether they realize it or not."

He cast a cold glance around the room before continuing, "Step forward when I call your name and describe what you smell."

One by one, students inhaled, describing what they smelled—parchment, ocean breeze, home. Then teacher called your name. Heart pounding, you stepped forward, heat prickling under Fred’s lingering gaze.

You leaned in, and the world shifted. The scent wrapped around you—crackling embers in the Gryffindor common room, the faint tang of broomstick polish, and something sweet—treacle tart, Fred’s favorite. But above all, there was him. The scent of laughter, warmth, and stolen glances.

Your breath caught, but you stepped back, pulse racing.

Then—

"Wealsey, Fred."

Fred approached, masking his curiosity with a grin. He inhaled.

And froze.

His senses filled with you. He’d liked you for years—had known since first year that your laughter was his favorite sound. But this? This was different. This was truth. A truth he hadn’t dared admit.