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Harry was confused. It was his 6th years at Hogwarts, and for some reason, he kept on receiving love cards and chocolate. He usually threw them away, not out of spite, but because he thought they were prank notes. Honestly, why would they be infatuated with him, Harry Potter? Because he was famous?
To tell the truth, he never really felt attracted to anyone, even though his hormones technically have settled in. Maybe he was a late bloomer? Harry shrugged. He walk down the staircases to the Great Hall.
'Huh?" Harry was even more puzzled now. Most of the girls in the Great Hall were wearing lingerie (Luna, Hermione, Katie, and several others weren't). The moment he stepped in, they all threw themselves at him. Harry cocked his head.
"Isn't it cold?" he asked. The kinda naked girls giggled as they attempted to molest him. Harry backed away. He's probably hallucinating.
"Hi Harry!" A mass of red hair collided into him.
"Hello, Ginny!" Harry smiled. Ginny giggled as she fingered her hair.
"So, um, Harry?" Ginny asked.
"What?"
"Here, have these chocolate eggs, mum made them." A box with brown eggs with intricate frosting was shoved into his arms.
"Oh, thanks Ginny!" Harry said. He walk off, shoving the box of chocolates into his bag. Ginny hummed as she skipped to Ron and Hermione.
"Did you do it?" Ron asked.
"Uh huh."
"The most powerful love potion. Specifically made by Dumbledore himself." Hermione said.
Dumbledore hummed as he popped another lemon drop into his mouth. Everything should go into place. Harry would fall in love with Ginevra, which would help defeat Voldemort. Of course, he wasn't going to tell you how, because he's Dumbledore, and he likes to be mysterious.
"Hello Ginny!" Harry greeted while grinning. Ginny smirked.
"Hello, Harry."
"How's my favorite sister doing?" Ginny blinked.
"Sister?" Harry laughed.
"Yeah, sister. Anywhere, want to play Quidditch? We can invite Ron, Neville, Luna, and Hermione." Ginny excused herself, and ran to Dumbledore's office.
"Skittles!" she gasped out. She ran up the stairs and crashed into Dumbledore's office. Dumbledore looked up.
"Lemon drop?" he offered.
"Professor!" Ginny wailed, "The potion didn't work!" Dumbledore blinked.
"Well, this is quite serious. I assure you that I will be working on this." Ginny nodded.
"Okay, professor."
Somewhere above, an author sniggered. Harry is ace/aro, dipshits.
Harry was drugged with love potions, over and over, and all that happened is that Ginny became one of Harry's best friends, and favorite sister.
"Hey, Luna?" Harry asked. Luna peered up, dreamily, she asked "What?"
"So, um, is there like a thing where you don't get attracted to people romantically?" Harry asked. Luna smiled.
"You must be an asexual aromantic." Harry's eyes widened.
"That's a thing!?" At Luna's nod, Harry whooped.
"I'm not alone!" Harry cheered.
"Mr. Potter would like to make an announcement," Professor Mcgonagall called out. A grinning Harry stepped forward.
"Mate, I'm ace/aro!"
Dumbledore frowned. So that was why Harry didn't fall in love with Ginevra. He would have to improvise then.
Just then, a girl with short messy hair, black clothes, and red eyes appeared from a flash of darkness.
"Who are you?" Dumbledore asked, frowning. The girl responded.
"I am an oc of the author." she said. (get the supernatural reference?) "And my name is Panopha."
"Well then, why are you here?" Dumbledore said. Panopha smirked.
"I came with a warning. Try to manipulate Harry Potter again and you will have to deal with me."
"Now how should I manipulate Harry-" Dumbledore screamed. Panopha appeared in his office. Smirking, she snapped her fingers, and his beard fell off.
"One last warning..." she said as she disappeared in a swirl of shadows.