POV SHIFT: Y/N
Another day, another potions class. Yawning could be heard across the classroom; coming this early was taxing, but you would do anything to get this seat. The boys had gone off on some venture to look at a mirror, boring. Today, just like every other day, you found yourself sat next to Hermione; her lovely hair had a luster to it today that you just couldn't resist. *sniff* With that individual inhale, you found yourself immediately enthralled. Unfortunately, Professor Snape came marching in, with a noticeable limp, at the precise moment you had loosened your blouse.
Snape looked... flustered; visible droplets of sweat streamed down his repulsive profile, his open pores suckling in the yielding fluid. You felt mercy for whatever mistress was destined to deal with his shameful skincare routine! It was a miracle that the man wasn't marred by abscesses; his face was undoubtedly designed for such disgusting disturbances.
He seemed to be in a bit of a rush for today's lecture, promptly instructing the class to flip to page seventy-six of our potions textbook; apparently, we were learning about forbidden potions today. You were far too busy sniffing the arousing aroma laced around Hermione's luscious locks. It was actually quite perplexing; you had never been a practitioner of trichophilia, there was definitely something amiss with this situation! The sly look on Herm's face was all you needed to confirm your suspicions; the girl was up to something!
-later that day-
You are walking to the dining hall when suddenly you get pulled to the side. A figure in a dark cloak is whisking you away ! the apparent destination was the bathroom, where the figure revealed HERSELF. hermkionehermkion1 ! Perplexing pink dust suddenly begins to emanate from around the interior of her cloak. Fearful, you scan your surroundings to see her clutching a vial in one palm and cusping a silver-studded crucifix in the other!
The crotch of Christ is suddenly shoved into your face, his bleeding palms find themselves resting against your cheeks; the girl was obviously afraid you were going to squeal and alert the entire school to her plans. Unfortunately, there was something much more concerning going on than any abduction this witch was conducting!
The palpable feeling of your burning breath begins to flow across your face. Jesus found himself to a perfect receptacle for the rancid air to rebound itself. Sticky, stinky, stench-ridden. Tears stream down your cheeks because... because...
YOU FORGOT TO BRUSH YOUR TEETH THIS MORNING! WAAAAAAAAAA
Your breath stinks sooooooo bad; the green mist is visible to the eye, the dim torchlight illuminating the specks of zucchini you had eaten hours ago. You are forced to watch in horror as it mingles with the enigmatic pink dust still secreting from Hermione; the girl was far too enthralled by your disgusting oral hygiene to pay attention to the cauldron-like brewing developing in the air. Everything changes when the first spark is produced, both of you look in fear as the room is enveloped in a cloak of combustion.
KABOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!1111!#! !
Amidst the panic of nuclear fallout, Hermione snuck her flask beneath your eyelids, forced to move baby Jesus aside for the moment. The murky flesh gunk surrounding you makes it quite challenging to make out any movements; however you can see the anger in the curly-haired girl's eyes as she is forced to watch her dust be wasted, she would undoubtedly be cursing you out if not for her religious denomination halting her from doing so. All you can manage is the mumbling of a solemn "sorry" to convey your sympathies.
This was far too much for your fear-filled mind to handle. You can feel tears burn their way down your cheeks; it stung to keep your eyes uncovered against the filthy fog fermenting itself in front of you. You are reminded of the jar being held beneath your lids as Hermiones presses the cold glass against you, your tears find themselves flowing into the flask.
Hermione's sinister smile is glowing even in the haze of the cloud; she looks expectant, gawking down at the vial as it's stuffed sufficiently by your salty secretions. The flask began to radiate energy, the sodium-sodden sap started to bubble just as it transitioned from a sparkling opaque appearance to that of a beautiful, fiery red mead, your mouth moistened at its sight.
"YES! Oh, thank you, Jesus Christ, our Lord Almighty, for you have empowered me with the ability to concoct this extraordinary blend, for this blessing I shall never forgive your mercy and kindness," Hermione looked like a completely different beast while muttering her zealous thanks, white froth appearing at the foremost corners of her lips.
Gazing into the beautiful brew, it became apparent just what Granger had cooked up; it was undoubtedly a love potion; you had both just learned about these this morning! They were strictly forbidden on any wizarding campus and would surely get you both a quick expulsion if you were to be found out. You must end her mindless muttering, "Oh Hermione, you dear soul... you dog! What could you ever need this for!?" Had the bushy-browed beauty been pining after anyone... perhaps... yourself?
"Y/N, *moan* you simply must take this, take this potion! And claim Harry Potter for yourself! It is your destiny; i-it is your mandate, do... do not fail us," she croaked the last words as she fell lifeless, frizzy hair protecting her precious head from the hardwood flooring. Her breasts bouncing were the only indication of her soul persisting. You sweep your hands across her chest to whisk away the vial, a thumb finding itself closing her eyelids; she deserved some peaceful rest for her work.
YOu quake with anticipation; you simply could not wait to claim Harry's loins for your own! Harry has been avoiding you ever since he had been faxing that red-haired skank, Ginny Weasley. To be honest, you had been planning to simply murder the girl if no other option presented itself; however, this brew would work.
You were both destined for this fate; there was no ambiguity in your purpose. You had lusted after Harry James Potter for as long as you could remember; countless cherished childhood memories consisted of aunt Tunilia regaling you with the heroic tale of the boy who lived and his courageous crusade against corruption. Coming Home from school to snuggle with your silky soft Harry Potter body pillow had been a blessing! Truly one of the few things you could enjoy in that wicked household.
With your spirit resolved, and your mandate provided, you step out of the murky lavatory and into the bustling halls of Hogwarts; the Gryffindor common room was only minutes away; it was time to claim what is rightfully yours.