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As the Gryffindor common room door swung open, Harry jumped through it. He could think of nothing but Hermione Granger. She was so smart, so kind, so inventive, so beautiful… something finally snapped into place in his mind. His stomach calmed, and a tingling of arousal fell over him. He knew what he had to do.

“Harry, what’s wrong?” Hermione dashed over to her friend as he staggered into the common room. His face was pale, and he was clutching his stomach. The room was empty aside from them; Hermione had been doing some light arithmancy studies to wind down for the evening, whilst everyone else had gone to bed already.

“Peeves dosed me with some kind of potion,” groaned The Boy Who Lived. “I’ve no idea what. I have the vial, though.”

“Let me see,” said Hermione urgently. Harry handed her the vial, and she looked at it carefully, holding the maroon liquid up to the light.

“I don’t recognise it,” she admitted worriedly. “But smell is the best sense for eliciting memories.” She uncorked the bottle and held it up to her face. Suddenly the vial’s mouth was **** into hers, releasing the liquid into her mouth. As fingers pinched her nose, Hermione instinctively swallowed. Finally her mind caught up with what had happened, and she **** the vial from her mouth, pushing away the arms that had **** the liquid on her.

“Harry?” she asked, not believing what her friend had just done. “What… why on Earth would you…”

“It’s Essence of Eros,” grinned Harry. “A unique and rare love potion, that makes you fall desperately in love with your heart’s true desire, removes your inhibitions, and drives your desires beyond anything previously imaginable. Lavender Brown made it, the poor thing, and gave it to me to pass on to Ron. But after Peeves dosed my pumpkin juice, I found the only one I want. You, Hermione.”