James Potter
James hated potions class. He hated sitting there, listening to old Professor Slughorn drone on and on and on for the entire class. The only reason he really even bothered to show up was because of where his assigned seat happened to be.
And that, of course, would be right behind spunky, fiery Lilly Evans. He'd never admit it to anyone except maybe Remus, but he had a thing for that bright-minded red-head. He liked her, a bit more than his previous girlfriends.
So, when the smells so enrapturing, alluring and delicious made him want to kiss her right then and there, he had to stop and look around to find the source. Of course he found it on Slughorn's desk, in the form of the most powerful love potion ever.
Everyone, it seemed, got the dreamy look on their faces, but for James, maybe because it was he was a seeker, he just saw everything in sharper clearer focus. Every freckle on her rosy-cheeked face, every flame-colored hair on her incredibly smart head. He smelled the chocolate from the chocolate frogs on the Hogwarts Express, the first place he'd seen her first, and that was delicious in itself, and then the smell mixed with ink and paper, which she always seemed to have, and finally lillies. The explanation of the last was in itself.
James laughed to himself. He really, really liked this girl, didn't he? Leave it to him and his stupid self to fall head-over-heels for a girl.
All the more reason to make the girl his girlfriend, he thought.
