Curse of the Spanish Fly

Harry thought about Romilda's plan to sneak him a love potion and turn him into a love-sick puppy. He thought about potions class with Slughorn and remembered some things from his potions text that Snape "The Half-Blood Prince," had annotated. There was a love potion that Snape had altered. Harry remembered a little, but needed help.

A few trips to Knockturn Alley had helped. Harry met with some black market potions and charms makers and the they had come up with a very powerful potion. This was not a love potion, it was an aphrodisiac, and very powerful one. Whoever ingested it would be driven made with lust and crave sex. The more sex the person had, the more he or she would crave it. One dose would last 4 hours. Two doses would last 16 hours.

Harry laced two chocolates with a dose apiece. He tracked down Romilda who agreed to meet him at Muggle pub in London. She showed up and met Harry outside. He had a backpack with his magic cloak of invisibility, a camera, and his wand in it.

"So Harry, what's up?" she asked, hugging him.

"Just wanted to catch up," said Harry. "Shall we?" He opened the door.

"Muggle pub?" whispered Romilda.

"Don't worry. Harmless enough." Harry led Romilda in. The pub was a working-class pub, and it only had a couple of men at the bar. It was 4:40, and after 5 pm, the pub would fill with construction and other blue collar workers. Harry ordered two pints of lager, and he and Romilda sat a table in the corner.

The two talked about Hogwarts, what their friends were doing since they graduated, and future plans. When Romilda went up to go to the loo, Harry stole her wand from her purse. When Romilda came back, Harry put the chocolates on the table. "I've been thinking of opening a sweet shops on Diagon Alley. Tell me what you think."

Romilda ate one. "Very good, Harry. I don't think I've had better."

"Try the other."

Romilda at the second sweet. It was shortly after five and the regulars started to file into the pub.