A/N: this is the EXACT same story as the Naruto version except the names were changed. I ship both ships because they are identical in personality to each other so it's easily interchangeable. The story is the same. The change took only a minute or so. I'm still irked because to me Naruto is both a book and a cartoon :P but apparently not to everyone? Even though there is are several written not comic published books of Naruto too -_- Naruto is big enough to have movies, TV show, cartoon, book etc. and be multiple things.

Shahryar fixed his necktie and hurried down to the dungeons. He was exhausted from the night before, having spent a little longer staying up to read than he should have. He wasn't the only one though, it was basically expected in Ravenclaw that kids would have those days where they did nothing but read.

He had potions with the Gryfinndors today. Shahryar took a stand next to Shah immediately. The two had been paired together for an assignment in their second year, in charms of all things, because their professor believed in interhouse relationship building or something like that. The two had been inseparable since then.

"How unusual for you to be only five minutes early." Shah teased.

"I was up late." Shahryar offered.

Shah laughed, loud and hollow. The sound echoed off of the chamber walls. "Yes, you certainly look it."

Shahryar did not answer, but knew it to be true. He had deep, dark bags around his eyes from researching late into almost every night. Sleep was a luxury he didn't have time for.

Shah had already laid out their ingredients, and Shahryar knew that Shah would have memorized the instructions for today's assignment already. Of course, it would be on the board as well.

The class filed in and soon the teacher, began speaking in his drawl, explaining the potion and how it worked. He began filing through the class as he walked, while Shah and Shahryar began prepping their ingredients.

They both had more respect than to the actual brewing until the professor asked, but the moment he gave the OK, they were both hastily beginning, in perfect tune with each other.

Amortentia was a potion they both hadn't already brewed at some point. Shah was quite good in potions and often had already attempted very difficult ones on his own while Shahryar researched his interest of the week. They had a special room they found while exploring one of the towers that was more of a trick, or an illusion perhaps, where no one really disturbed them.

It was new to them both but they both managed it perfectly on the first try.

"What does it smell like to you, Shahryar?" Shah asked, there was something strange about his voice that Shahryar couldn't quite place.

Shahryar hadn't exactly thought about what it would smell like despite its importance. Romance wasn't exactly of interest to him. He leaned forward to get a whiff of the potion and then closed his eyes.

"It's salty... Like the sea. Maybe a mix of lemon, and the cool breeze in winter. Mostly it's sea salt. Kind of reminds me of lemony ice cream." Shahryar said, realizing only after he spoke that he had just described Shah's scent. He cleared his throat and looked towards Shah through different eyes, asking with a slight edge to his voice. "and what do you smell?"

"Sandalwood, pine, the scent I expect when I sneak into the forbidden forest."

"Oh." Shahryar said, wondering briefly what he smelled like.

They said little to each other, both lost in the startling realizations. Shahryar wondered whether he should act on the potion's thoughts. He knew he was gay - he always knew. He knew Shah was too, as the man often dated men, or women, and quite openly too. Why not try it out as well? The thought left his heart fluttering and a nervousness Shahryar wasn't used to flittered in the pit of his stomach.

They cleaned up and were the first to be finished, leaving as soon as the professor gave them the A-OK, as always.

They had over an hour and half of free time, now and as usual, they both found themselves in that room they always ended up in between classes, after classes, always. Their walk was quiet, almost thoughtful.

"Hey Shah?"

"Yeah?"

"What do I smell like to you?"

"Pine, sandalwood... Perhaps the forbidden forest."

Shahryar could have died. It was surreal to hear it spoken so casually as Shah picked up the daily newspaper, flipping over to the quidditch section.

"What do I smell like to you, Shahryar?"

"Sea salt and lemon." Shahryar squeaked. His face was impassive, but his voice betrayed his nervousness.

Shah froze in place, that had obviously not been the answer he expected. Then he slowly put down his newspaper and looked up at Shahryar.

"Shah?"

"Yes?" Shah asked, standing up.

"Would you perhaps..." Shahryar put his hands in his pockets. Was Shah even single right now? Shahryar had lost track of the people Shah dated, and stopped trying to care. He had asked Shah to tell him when it was serious, otherwise they could resume life as usual. Shah had complied. "Like to go out with me?"

Shah was towering over him within moments, his abnormally large height engulfing Shahryar's hand found it's way into Shahryar's long hair, caressing the side of Shahryar's head.

"There's nothing else I've wanted for the past few years."

Shahryar exhaled, relaxing. He trusted Shah completely. The idea that he was another ring on Shah's bedpost didn't even cross his mind. "Really?"

"Yes." Shah was stepping closer, and somehow Shahryar found himself stepping away until he hit the wall. "Are you afraid?"

"No." Shahryar said. Not of Shah, though he couldn't understand why Shah was getting so close.

"Why do you run?"

"You are too close." Shahryar answered simply.

"I'm trying to kiss you."

"Oh." Oh. "I'd like that."

Shah chuckled, and pressed Shahryar against the wall with his figure his hands cupping the side of Shahryar's face as he leaned down for a soft, chaste kiss.