Still don't own Harry Potter or any characters but Chessie and her family. It's back in Chessie PoV.
I wouldn't find out what his big plan was until a few weeks later on Valentine's Day. He smiled a true smile and opened the door to his office for me. I walked in to find a potion brewing, but I wasn't sure what it was.
"What do you smell?" he asked, and I got confused.
"Ramen noodles, fresh novels, and you," I replied, "Why?"
"Me? Are you sure?" he asked, and I took another whiff of him to go smell the potion.
I nodded as I was slammed with a powerful version of his scent.
"Yes, sir," I said quickly as the room began to spin. I almost fell backwards, but he'd rushed forward to catch me. "Thank you."
"You're welcome," he said strained. I frowned.
"What's wrong?" I asked, and he shook his head.
"Dumbledore," he said simply, and I nodded before he helped me back to my feet by dropping a few droplets of a potion onto my tongue.
"Sir, what do you smell from the potion?" I asked, and he swallowed.
"My owl Hades, a potions cabinet, and for some unfathomable reason, you," he replied, and I felt the stirrings of something fierce inside my gut, even though I had no idea what it was. "Nonetheless, it was Dumbledore's idea to do this little test. Let's move on and get this dreaded holiday behind us, shall we?"
"Yes, I do so hate Single's Awareness Day," I agreed, and he raised an eyebrow. "What? People like us are always single on Valentine's Day. The only reason I used to receive Valentine's in Elementary school is because it was mandatory to give everyone in the class one."
"Well, I see no reason to enjoy today," he scowled before an idea came to me.
"Sir, please don't judge, but… what if… what if we were each other's Valentines for this year?" I asked, and he stared at me. I ducked my head with a shameful blush. "I'm sorry, it was wrong…"
"No," he said carefully, "I don't think it's wrong. I'm far too old for you, but… to at least make the holiday bearable. Come here, then."
I couldn't help but feel shocked as I stepped forward and he opened the top drawer of his desk to reveal a bracelet.
"It will call to me whenever you are in danger," he said simply. "I got the idea after your brother…"
"Thank you, sir," I beamed as I put it on. "I just wish I had something for you in return."
"Hm, there's an idea. List ten things about me that you like," he smirked, and I blushed deeply.
"Well, you rescued me," I said, and he nodded. "You're very chivalrous, you're calm and level-headed, you never panic even when one of your students is probably dying, you are the only one who shares my feeling about the headmaster, you hate the Gryffindor house until the day you die, you're like a parent tiger with us snakes, you love Potions, are an excellent duelist…"
"And?" he coaxed, and I felt my insides turn to liquid.
"Nĭ de yángìng hén piàoliàng," I blurted out before slapping my hands over my mouth in horror.
(Severus PoV)
I stared at her. She was rattling off traits that were both obvious and hidden. They were there, but most other students were too busy judging me as the "Greasy Git" or "Oversized bat of the Dungeons" to look for these traits. Yet this first year was rattling off traits that would have swept any girl off their feet.
Until that statement in perfect Mandarin Chinese.
I felt my insides melt, and ashamedly I began to get a flicker of feeling in the last place I expected. I forced it away as she clamped her hands over her mouth. It wouldn't do to scare the only person who'd gotten this close to me since Lily. I was a reverse alchemist – everything gold I touched turned to ash.
"You think… my eyes are pretty?" I verified, and she nodded with a blush. "Truly?"
After her second reaffirming nod, I felt the stirring again, and again forced myself to remain in control here.
"Thank you," I murmured, "To be honest, I despise brown eyes, but yours are an exception I'm happy to make…"
I could literally feel the delight roll off of her in waves. Ah, this poor little first year had no idea what she was in for in the future, and the long road that lie ahead! I wanted to warn her, but alas, I could not! It was forbidden by Dumbledore.
"Thank you, sir," she squeaked, and I smirked before patting her on the back.
"Go on to breakfast," I told her. "I still have to get out of my pajamas."
She blushed before leaving. I shook my head and rammed my fist against it before racing to my room to quickly write the list of things that she'd said in an old journal of mine, one that I hadn't used in a very long time. As I finished the list, I realized that she had truly meant that I was her third smell for the potion.
I almost fainted as I remembered that the potion that had been brewing had been Amortentia.
*gasps* he knows, but she doesn't!
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