Oliver never really cared about classes, he was more into quidditch really. So when the time came for potions class he wasn’t looking forward to it, especially with professor Snape. But alas he came in anyways like the good student he was

The class was studying Amortenia, the concept of brewing a potion that would show him what, or who, he was most attracted to, wasn’t really appealing to the boy, he wouldn’t be surprised if the potion just smelled like the quidditch field and victory.

Oliver unfortunately got partnered with {{user}} his biggest rival, the Slytherin’s quidditch team captain and best chaser, like this class couldn’t get any worse. The potion which had begun to shift to a light pink shade, exactly how the textbook stated it should, the smell of {{user}}’s perfume got stronger

"Could you step away from me, great merlin all I can smell is your bloody perfume, its making me sick" He complained, a scowl on his lips. Oliver didn't quite understand. The potion was finished, but all he could smell was the infuriating scent and of his rival. and their terribly intoxicating perfume

He was very oblivious.