Chapter 1

'And remember, students, the Love Potion may seem harmless, but it is a wolf in sheep's clothing. It is capable of rendering the drinker helpless, and crazily in love. It is not a child's toy, a thing to be played with. If I catch any of you attempting to take some away,' here he glared at Harry, 'the consequences will be severe…'

Professor Snape's monotonous voice droned through the classroom as the students began to brew the Love Potion. Snape's words echoed through her head: 'The consequences will be severe…'. Her hand shaking, Hermione brushed off any doubts. Of course Snape would be keeping a very keen eye on the students who he thought would make a move to take some Love Potion. But Hermione was not one of them. No teacher would ever suspect her of going against their words – Hermione Granger, the school goody-goody.

As suspected, once everyone had finished brewing, Snape became much more alert. Hermione took out a tiny crystal bottle from her bag and ladled some potion into it. She hastily shoved it in her bag – and just in time. Snape glanced over at her. Hermione quickly packed away her books, and hurried out of the classroom. No one seemed to suspect anything.

For the rest of the day, Hermione's mind was preoccupied with thoughts of the Love Potion. And who it was for. She wasn't even sure herself that it was him – they were complete opposites – but for the past few weeks, she had felt an irresistible urge to be with him. But how could her plan work if she hadn't even accepted that she loved him?

Their last lesson came: Charms with Slytherin. Recently Professor Flitwick had moved around the seating plan, so that less capable students were sitting next to someone who could help them. Hermione's heart skipped a beat as she saw the curly brown hair of Gregory Goyle, already in his place next to her seat.