Students of both Hufflepuff and Gryffindor filed into the Potions classroom, awaiting Slughorn to finish his lecture on the love potion, Amortientia.
Among these students was Romilda Vane, a fourth year Gryffindor. She was set out on a mission:to brew her own cauldron of Amortientia. Romilda doubted it would work, but she was willing to try anything to make Harry Potter fall for her.
Her plan after the Amortientia was brewed was to mix the potion with liquid chocolate, then convert them to a solid and give them to Harry for Valentine's day.
If only her plan would work.
It was done. Romilda had herself a pot of fresh Amortientia. She'd have to remember to thank her dear friend, Natalie MacDonald, of course.
It was time to blend the potion with chocolate. With a quick, "Incendio!" and an, "Augamenti!" to extinguish the fire, the sweet Honeyduke's chocolate was melted.
Romilda poured a little of the potion into the mix, and sniffed. She could faintly smell cookies in the oven, the sweet pea perfume her mother gave her, and Harry's cologne.
She began carefully adding small amounts to the chocolate, until she could strongly smell the wonders that the Amortientia created.
Finally, the Amortientia-spiked chocoltate was done. With a simple spell to harden the chocolate, and another to disguise them, Romilda placed the chocolates into an empty Honeyduke's box.
After racing down the stairs from the Gryffindor girl's dorm, her workspace, she bumped into a sexy-looking Harry Potter.
Turning on her seducing voice, she said, "Oh, hi, Harry."
"Not now, Romilda. I have other things to do than be chased by fangirls."
"I'm not a fangirl. I'm just here to give you something. Hold on a minute." Taking each step slowly, Romilda thought, 'Oh my gosh! This can't be happening! Harry Potter, The-Boy-Who-Lived, The freaking CHOSEN ONE, is going to fall in love with a small town girl like me!'
Five minutes later, Romilda was presenting Harry the chocolates. "They're for Valentine's Day. I figured you'd get sick of flowers and that men like to eat. Go on, try one."
"Um, no thanks. I'm not hungry." Harry replied.
Damn him. "Oh, well enjoy them." Romilda would just have to wait.
Romilda was anxious for Harry to eat the chocolates. Finally, someone would love her.
Romilda was desperate for someone to love her. At age eight, her parents left her to travel the globe, and she and her brother, Daniel, were left to their aunt. No boy in her muggle elementary school had ever liked her, and she had no friends until Hogwarts; and still only few there.
Sighing, Romilda trotted back up the stairs leading to her dorm to sleep. She didn't feel like being social at the moment.
In Romilda's dreams, her life was perfect. She sat outside at Hogwarts, snuggling into Harry's lap while he kissed her cheek. Natalie was with the redhead that Harry was friends with, and her brother Daniel with the bushy-haired girl.
Weeks passed by in Romilda's dreams, and she was beginning to think it was reality. But as a dark mist started following her wherever she went, Romilda wished she were out of the dream. The shadow kept increasing it's size, until it released the hood of it's cloak, and Romilda saw-
Urrrgh. Romilda sat up in her four-poster, her head banging. It was just a dream, she kept reassuring herself. But now she wasn't sure she wanted Harry to love her anymore.
Romilda jumped up and ran down to the common room. Harry was there, and also the redhead-wasn't his name Arnold, or something?
Romilda saw Harry present the box of chocolates to his friend from behind a wall. Phew. She was starting to get worried there.
Stepping out into the open, Romilda heard Arnold ask, "Harry, do you know Romilda Vane?"
"Yes, why?" Was the reply.
"Can you introduce me?" The Amortientia was starting to kick in.
"Introduce who?" Romilda added into the conversation, fully well knowing that it was her that Arnold was talking about.
Harry took advantage of Romilda's presence and said, "Ron, this is Romilda Vane."
"Oh, so your name isn't Arnold?" Romilda asked.
"No, it bloody well isn't!" Oops. The potion wasn't as strong as she thought.
"Oh., my mistake. I'm Romilda Vane."
"Romilda, my dear, shall we go to the nearest broom closet and snog?" Ron asked. Apparently the potion was still working, or Ron just liked her.
"Sure, why not?" At least someone loved her, even if it wasn't her precious Harry. And besides, if she dated Ron, she would be able to spend time with him and Harry. It was worth a try.
Interrupting Ron and Romilda, Lavender Brown burst into the common room.
"Won-won! What are you doing holding hands with that Vane girl?" Lavender questioned.
"Um, well, you see....I love her now." was Ron;s answer.
"But, Wonny! I thought you loved me!" Lavender pleaded.
At that moment, Ron stepped out of his trance loving Romilda. "Huh..." Ron said, confused.
"Don't act all stupid, Ronald. You were holding hands with her." Lavender glared at Romilda.
"No, it's not what you think! I was eating some chocolates that Harry gave me and I sort of, fell in love. But I'll only love you! Well, at least if I don't eat more of those chocolates."
By then, Romilda was back to sulking in her dorm. A few minutes later, Harry came in the dorms, apparently looking for Hermione Granger. "Oh, hello, Harry." Romilda said. "What are you doing up here?"
"I'm looking for a friend," he replied. "You know, Romilda, if you wanted to be my girlfriend, you might've just asked. I would have probably said yes."
"I don't know. I was just desperate for someone to love me. Ron was good enough for me. Just someone." Romilda said.
"I think I know who you might like. He doesn't have many friends, either. I'll be right back." Harry told her. Minutes passed, until finally, Harry returned with a cute boy, around five foot six inches tall, who looked to be about Harry's age.
"Romilda, this is Neville Longbottom. He's in my year, but I think you'll like him." Harry explained.
"Hi, Neville. I'm Romilda Vane."
"Hi, Romilda..." She could tell that Neville didn't have much experience with girls.
"Hello. Would you like to go down to dinner with me?" Romilda asked.
"Sure." Neville said, and the two walked out of the dorms, then olut the common room, down to the Great Hall, hands entwined.