Harry Potter was in his fourth year of Hogwarts, sitting at his least favorite place in the whole castle, the potions classroom. He had double potions with Slytherin that day, which made the period even worse, if possible. They were supposed to be creating Amortentia, the most powerful love potion there is, except Harry's mind was elsewhere, more specifically, the daunting thought of the second task in the Triwizard Tournament. He still had not deciphered what the screeching egg was supposed to be telling him. Wrapped up in distracted thoughts, he did not see that instead of his potion having a mother-of-pearl sheen, it was a dark brown color.

"Mr. Potter," came a drawling voice from behind him that made him jump. "Did you, as I clearly stated, put in the essence of dittany exactly ten minutes after stirring counter clockwise five times?" asked Professor Snape, clearly enjoying every word.

"Err," said Harry, thinking back to when he put in the essence of dittany. All he could remember was thinking about if he would have to battle a banshee in the next task. It wasn't helping that Malfoy was almost jumping with glee at Harry getting picked on by Snape, which was, after all, one of Malfoy's favorite things about double potions. "I think I put it in after I put in the crushed unicorn horn." He said, but instantly regretted it when Snape's smirk grew and Malfoy flashed his "Potter Stinks" badge from behind Snape's back, which caused a few snickers from the Slytherins, and some scowls from the Gryffindors.

"Well then Potter, I guess you'll have to start over again," and with a swish of his wand, Harry's cauldron emptied. "Ten points from Gryffindor, for inability to follow clearly stated directions, and you will be handing in the Amortentia by tomorrow evening or detentions will be served. Do I make myself perfectly clear?"

"Yes" said Harry, who, no matter how much he wanted to retort back, was looking forward to getting to spend time with Ron since they were friends again.

"Yes, sir,"

"Yes sir," He was starting to rethink not retorting.

"Good," Snape said with a smirk as he started to make his way around the classroom. Malfoy stopped flashing his "Potter Stinks" badge, but he was still smiling with glee at Harry having extra homework.

Snape next made his way to Ron's potion, which was close to the mother-of-pearl sheen, no doubt from the help of Hermione, who was sitting next to him with the perfect potion. Snape scowled at the potion. "I trust that you know that help from classmates is prohibited, Mr. Weasely." Snape drawled. Ron blushed a deep scarlet and muttered a barely audible "Yes sir."

"Then you must know that if I find Mrs. Granger helping you again, you will both serve detentions."

"Yes sir," repeated Ron in barely a whisper.

"Very good," Snape sneered and walked off to examine the rest of the potions, ignoring Malfoy rolling on the floor laughing.

"I hate that git, he's even worse than Malfoy!" Ron fumed as they walked to the Great Hall for dinner.

"Well," said Hermione "he was right about me helping you."

"Well yeah, but he still gave Harry extra homework!" Ron stated, determined to have a reason to hate Snape.

"At least he didn't give him detention." Hermione said in a tone that clearly meant the matter was dropped.

They sat down at the Gryffindor table and began to eat. When they were done eating they headed up to the Gryffindor tower to do their homework. Hermione finished first and began helping Ron with his three page essay on if the Amortentia potion really created love. Harry finally finished his Charms homework, and then started on his Amortentia potion.

When he finally finished brewing the potion, it was one in the morning. Hermione and Ron had already gone to sleep in their dormitories, so it was only Harry left awake to finish his work, bottling the potion being the last of it. He got a vial out and ladled some of the potion into it. Some of the potion dripped onto his hand. He then emptied the cauldron with a flick of his wand and wiped the potion off onto his robes. He then put everything away, went straight up to his dormitory, and fell onto the four poster bed. He was asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow. Little did he know that he had added an ounce more of crushed unicorn horn than he was supposed to to the potion, making it so that if it touched skin, it would make that person irresistible to the opposite gender, and it wouldn't wear off.