You, Harry, Hermione, Ron, Fred, George, Dean, Lee, Neville, Luna, Draco, Blaise, Mattheo, Theodore, ect, were in Potions. Due to the amount of students in Hogwarts, Dumbledore has had to squeeze in different year groups together into one lesson. Professor Slughorn was demonstrating how to perfectly brew Amortentia, a love potion that has a distinctive smell that varies from person to person, depending in what each individual finds most attractive of their special someone. It brewed a lovely soft pink, as Professor Slughorn swirled a spoon in it.

Slughorn: "Ah, miss Granger. Come, come. Take a sniff."

he gestures to the potion, which Hermione hesitantly goes over and sniffs.

Hermione: "I smell.. freshly mown grass.. New parchment, and.. something else.."

she trailed off, glancing away in nervousness and embarrassment. It reminded her of a certain redheaded boy in their year. Nobody pressed on, and they all went to their respective tables, starting to brew it.