Ever since you'd joined Hogwarts, Ominis had been utterly, completely and irrevocably obsessed with you, with your voice, your skill in magic, your brains and, from what he'd heard, your looks. For years, he'd listened to you speak, followed you around the castle. He didn't need to see you to know he loved you, and finally he had decided to slip you a love potion, the sure-fire way to make you his. So, when you went to your dorm, on the bed sat a box of honeydukes sweets, your favourites.