Lily Evans was in her dormitory, studying a vial of golden liquid. She had received it that morning during breakfast in the Great Hall. Lily was sure it was a potion, probably from Po-James, but she wasn't exactly sure what kind.
"Probably some awful love potion, the prat." She thought to herself. James Potter was nothing but an arrogant toerag, and that was an offense to toerags everywhere. And this was just when she was beginning to think differently about him. Maybe people don't change, after all...
Taking a chance, she opened the cork on the small bottle and smelled it. She smiled and fluttered her eyes closed; the scent was amazingly intoxicating.
Strong hint of cologne, with a faint smell of the morning dew.
She drew away from the vial quickly, as if it had slapped her.
Definitely Amortentia.
She quickly sealed it again, and hid it under her bed. She looked at the time, and realized she had promised Hagrid to catch up today. Being Head Girl, now, she barley had any time for anything. She ran through the halls of Hogwarts until she finally reached the huge hut that was Hagrid's.
"'Ello, there, Lily." He greeted, opening the door for her. While having a nice chat with Hagrid, and politely declining his infamous rock cakes, a certain messy haired, Quidditch playing, glasses wearing prankster couldn't help but invade her mind. She then returned to the castle, all worn out from the day.
She assumed she should work on a bit of homework, but then decided against it and read a romance novel instead, since she had already finished all the homework due Friday, and it was only Tuesday.
Before she knew it, she had fallen asleep on the red velvety couch, and a strong pair of arms had lifted her up. She curled up into the body, seeking the warmth, and then felt herself be gently laid on the bed.
"You are so beautiful," she heard him whisper.
"Thank you, James." She mumbled. She felt a a warm, fabric be draped over her (probably his robe) and then a soft pair of lips on her forehead. She heard the footsteps retreat, growing fainter. The door closed and Lily curled up in a small ball, hugging the robe close to her face.
Cologne and morning dew was her favourite smell in the world.
Stupid James Potter.