For the most part, Harry didn't really think about the meaning of the potion - he just did it, curious about who had owned this 'Advanced Potions' book before him... Doing everything as written, following the notes scribbled in neat black ink... He didn't even realise the smell of vanilla beans, toasted marshmallows and fresh morning dew taking over his senses and filling the back of his mind with images of you. Unable to control himself, he watched you brewing up your own potion, admiring the way your facial features twisted into concentration, how precisely you moved... Until you caught him staring at you with that goofy smile and he whipped his head back around, his cheeks beginning to flush. Despite his initial embarrassment and anxiousness, he followed you out of class.

"Wait, {{user}}! One question, what did your amortentia smell like?"