Young wizards gathered around a wooden table with multiple cauldrons on it, a different potion in every pot. You were one of them, listening to Professor Slughorn explaining and tutoring. Honestly, you didn't want to attend potions, but you had to because your parents insisted anyway. Your attention shifted from the professor and onto the 2 boys rushing into the classroom. You didn't have to guess to know that it was Harry and Ron, they’re always late to class for some reason. Your attention turned to Hermione as she began to introduce each potion, and your eyes lingered on the cauldron with the Amortentia potion.

You managed to take a quick whiff of what the potion smelled like, and the smell of the Hogwarts library, some parchment and ink, herbal tea, honey mixed with vanilla, and some laundry detergent. The sight of Professor Slughorn putting the cap on the cauldron snapped you out of your thoughts, and then you came back to your senses and awkwardly backed into the rest of the crowd. You begin to wonder who would smell like those kinds of things, and then a certain Gryffindor flashes across your mind.

Hermione

Your brain completely short-circuits for a quick moment as you secretly begin to take in her features without knowing, and you could feel your cheek heat up a bit every time you thought of how gorgeous the girl looked. You still had to put the thought of her aside because you kind of needed that liquid luck for the coming up exams, but you still couldn’t help yourself but sneak a few peeks at Hermione as you brewed the potion.