this isn't the stain of a red wine, i'm bleeding love

Professor Slughorn dropped the cauldron onto the table. “Amortentia,” he began dramatically. “The most powerful love potion in the world. It can create illusions of love, can rejuvenate a person, and sometimes, though rarely, reveal a soulmate. Distinctive for its mother-of-pearl sheen and spiral steam, amortentia smells different to each person, according to what attracts them. It creates infatuation, but not love, and your job today is to make it so I can show it off to my sixth-years.”

Harry nods. “Alright. How do we do that?”

Slughorn slammed a book down on the table dramatically. The man needs to calm the fuck down, honestly. “It’s all in here, boys.”

Louis nodded. “So, Professor, if you’re teaching me all about this now, what am I supposed to do in class?”

Slughorn smiled. It was creepy, like a frog licking its lips. “Sleep, maybe. Seems like that’s what you usually do, anyway.”

Harry let out a loud laugh at that, and Louis frowned. Letting pretty boys know about your lack of scholarly potential was not the way to get them to marry you and have twelve babies with you.