Chapter 1 - Amortentia

Harry Potter's clouded mind was slowly becoming clear. He did not know where or what he was doing but he could feel that whatever he was sitting on, was cold and damp - indicating to him it must have been made of wood, a chair maybe but the lack of back support left him questioning. He felt another sensation, this time on his own body, it was something he had never felt before. It felt as if it were flesh - so whatever he was doing before, as he could not remember any of it must have involved whatever or whoever was currently on top of him.

It was odd, he could barely see but his eyes were becoming clearer by the second - not enough to tell where he was or what was on top of him. It was then he realized, the thing on top of him was not a thing at all, but a person. He knew because he had realized why he could feel the damp, cold wood that was beneath him - Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived, was not wearing any pants. And the new sensation, he realized was that of pleasure.

His eyes quickly became focused, like a hawk he spied who this person was.

She was definitely a she - Harry Potter knew that even in a low state of awareness, he could only ever give himself to the opposite sex. She had straight dark hair from what he could see of his blurred vision and her proper dress was not proper at all - as he could see she too was nearly naked as her flesh peaked through her opened white school blouse. He could see that her cheeks were flushed in red and her eyes closed so he could not tell who they belonged to. She was making not a sound, except for an odd gasp or two as her blush became redder and her eyes closed even tighter.

And in an instant he realized why he was feeling this pressure on him and why the girl was blushing - they had become one. Although she still had her school skirt on - one plaid in green indicating to him she was from Slytherin - he knew that she was also bare underneath her skirt. In actuality, her skirt was covering any eyes from seeing, if there were eyes present, the indecent act they were committing.

His eyes were now able to see clear enough to distinguish where they were and his mind at a state where he could think clearly enough to know where they were. The stream of moonlight that flowed in from the large arched windows, the rows of wooden desk in three columns - one of which found Harry Potter himself upon, committing the act of reproduction with a girl he did not know - and the large dragon skeleton hanging directly above them. Harry Potter was in the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom, snogging a Slytherin girl, of who's identity he did not know.

He could see perfectly fine now - as the girl was mere centimetres from him and that they were still in the commitment of becoming in sync with one another, he did not need his glasses to see clearly.

She indeed had a head full of dark chocolate hair, straight and long reaching past her shoulders. Her eyes of the same chocolate, her skin as white and smooth as porcelain, her cheeks still flushed in red - he could not help that his heart was beating three times as fast and the pure pleasure he was feeling as she continue to sit on him. Harry Potter tried to roam his mind of who this girl was but no answer came to him, he was too distracted to think properly anyways.

Whoever she was, it did not matter to Harry, they were making love for a reason - even though he did not know what that reason was, it must have been important as he was someone who was deathly loyal to whoever was going to be his future partner. He wanted to capture this memory in his mind forever - so he grasp the girl with his hands that where once support their bodies on top of the classroom's desk and held her closer. He could see that she was indeed naked underneath her opened blouse, as he pushed her bare breast closer to himself - only to find he was clothed with his uniform shirt - and he took a deep smell of her scent.

Treacle tart, broomsticks, and the flower garden of number 4 Privet Drive. Her smell changed from one to the other and even meshing together so that it became a sweet smell - a smell that made his heart race and making it so that he would hold her tighter as they experienced each other. It reminded him of the class they had the day before with Slughorn, except that day he smelt the scent of the Burrow and not number 4 Privet Drive.

Then his mind turned to the day before, every detail and every sound - his eyes shot wide open as he realized what it was. He pushed the girl off him, leaving her in a state of undress on top of the table - Harry Potter quickly found the reminder of his cloth and his missing wand. Dressing himself in the quickest of manner and pointing his wand at the girl.

"Who are you?! Why have you laced me with a love potion?!" He yelled at the girl who made no signs of moving.

She covered herself but she was speechless. In a more aware state of mind, Harry Potter looked at the girl - she was beautiful he had to admit but her actions made her look dangerous more than anything else. She remained silent - Harry Potter continued to look down upon the half naked girl, who looked like a goddess as the moonlight shawn through the window and onto her frame, his wand pointed at her if she made any motions to attack him. They stood, for what seemed like an eternity but the clacking of the classroom clock indicated it had only been seconds.

"Daphne Greengrass." She said back in a calm voice.

"What?"

"My name. Daphne Greengrass."

"And why have you decided to use a love potion on me?!" He tried keeping his cool but Harry Potter was very much angry at this girl who had took away something that was sacred to him.

He could not remember a Daphne Greengrass but he realized he had seen this girl before. The same dark haired girl was had been the second last girl to be sorted into Slytherin - last being Pansy Parkinson and not before Millicent Bulstrode, Tracy Davis, and a girl in glasses from what he could recall. She was the same girl who in second year asked him to hand her a vile from the Potions Cabinet, and in third year who had been the only Slytherin not to make fun of him about his fainting - and in fourth year he could remember asking her for a book as he passed in the library and finally, last year she had been part of the Inquisitorial Squad. And the same girl, who this year had become the lover of Harry Potter, albeit by underhanded means.

"It was to gain favour with the Dark Lord. I wanted to help my family, the Dark Lord in trying to recruit us." She whispered almost silently, but not enough for Harry Potter to hear.

"And what did you think would happen? To bring me to Voldemort?" He was angry. Not at the girl, she was only doing what she was told, but at himself. If he was so easily manipulated into becoming so venerable by a simple beautiful girl, then there was no telling what other, more horrid plans Voldemort could have.

The girl made no motions to speak again and Harry Potter could only pause to wonder what might have been. If Voldemort's return was not so high on his mind, if he were only a regular teenage wizard, would he be involve in relationships with girls at Hogwarts? Would he have ask out this girl in front of him. Harry Potter knew one thing, that he did find this melancholy, half naked upon the table to be beautiful and he was sure it was not the love potion that was doing the talking.

"Tell no one of this! This never happened, Daphne Greengrass has never and will never exist to me." He walked away but not before hearing soft sobbing.

Why was she crying he questioned - maybe because she was afraid of what Voldemort would do to her. The Gryffindor in him was telling him to go back and comfort the girl but the boy in him wanted to run away, to pretend it never happened. And that was what he did - Harry Potter, ran away from the only girl who had shown him love, a deep meaningful love that was brought on by deceit.

The next morning found Harry at his usual spot at the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall. He had woken early, the events of last night still fresh in his mind - leaving him with an increased heart beat which did not allow him to sleep. He was lost in his thoughts when he found that no one had yet arrived for breakfast. And when he did come to, the numerous voices of the Great Hall muffed any conversation his fellow Gryffindors were engaged - Ron and Hermione were once again fighting, though Harry did not know what they were arguing about. He spied the Slytherin table but no signs of the dark hair girl he had spent the previous night with.

He remember the last scene, where the girl, Daphne Greengrass was crying - for what reason he did not know but it had bothered him. He did not want what happened last night to have been a one time thing. Harry Potter was a person who stayed loyal to those he loved. He had always imagined himself being with one girl his entire life, meet when they were in high school, get married, have a bunch of children, and die old together - that was until he found out he was a wizard.

Harry tried to remember the events of the night before, in hope that he would find out why he was with the Slytherin beauty that night or how she had spiked him with love potion. The day before was like that of any other day and Harry tried hard to remember the finer details. He had breakfast like he was doing today and the days before, and after which, he found himself in class - it had been a Friday which meant ancient Runes then Defence Against the Dark Arts, and after lunch, Potions - both DADA and Potions were shared with the Slytherins, which had to mean Daphne Greengrass put her plan into action during one of those periods. He tried to drown out any noise coming from the students of the Great Hall as he dived deeper into his memories - it was almost as if he was watching a Penieve but with himself as the subject, a weird feeling.

It had been during Potions, they were being taught how to make Amortentia. Yet, Harry knew it was not then it had happened, as he could still remember vividly of what he did and he had made sure to take caution against being secretly feed a love potion during that class. His mind then shifted to what happened once the bell tower chimed - Slughorn had once again asked Harry to join in the Slug Club meeting that forthcoming night and being curious for once, Harry Potter had agreed to being in the lime light.

He had arrived that evening, dawning his usual Weasley jumper - having nothing else to wear nor knowing the dress code to such gatherings - to find groups of students engaged in conversation. He recognized a few, Blaise Zabini who had a famous mother long rumoured to be the prettiest of witches, he was having a talk with the Carrow sisters. He could see another person with them, but they were hidden behind the bodies of the other three Slytherin - so Harry assumed that it must have been another Slytherin and payed no further mind to them.

Next he spoke Hermione and Ginny - both of which told him they were recruited because of their excellence in spell work. He knew Hermione to be brilliant but Ginny was a surprise as he had never really paid any attention to her grades as she was just Ron's little sister and he had his own grades to worry about. There were others of course, which he did not know - a pretty blonde girl in a ponytail talking with a short dark chocolate haired girl, and a group of Ravenclaws as indicated by their uniforms.

"Ah, our star attraction has arrived. Come, come young Harry, let me introduce you to the other members of the prestigious Slug Club." He had remember shaking hands with the members of the gathering but paid no mind to their names.

He tried to search his mind further, trying to remember what else had happened that night. Flashes after flashes of memories poured into his head but none of them held the answer as to why he had found himself with Daphne Greengrass in the potion's classroom.

"What's the matter Potter, are we peasants boring you?" A girl had asked him when the guests that night had further broken into smaller groups. He remembered the girl - a mousey looking, slender young woman with a pointed face, long fluffy yet straight chocolate hair, and sharp cryptic brown eyes, her skin was rather pale.

"Sorry, I'm not good with group gatherings." He had replied to the girl, who's name he did not know.

"Oh, Saint Potter's not good with people? And here I thought you just weren't interested in us." Her voice was smooth, lady like yet calming. Harry knew his heart was beating faster when the two spoke - it always happened whenever he was forced to talk to a nice looking girl, and he knew he had not yet been infected with the love potion.

He tried to remember more, only to find that all they did was talk for a good part of that night but of what, Harry Potter could not remember. Perhaps he was too intrenched with the chocolate haired girl but then again, he barely remembered any details of his past conversations with Cho. He had mentioned life at Four Privet Drive, that much he was sure of - leaving enough details that it was a muggle neighbourhood but not on the exact location. She had told him of her sister; how incredibly jealous she had been at Astoria - he was sure that was her name - and the natural beauty the younger Greengrass had. Yet still, he could not remember at what moment he had been poisoned and taken the Greengrass girl.

Daphne Greengrass was not like any other girl he had met - although many of the girls he knew were muggleborn. He knew that the girl was part of Pansy Parkinson's gang but he had only rarely seen her with Pansy. Actually, all of the Slytherin girls of his year were similar - all pure blooded witches from wealthy families that supported Voldemort. If Pansy Parkinson had been a muggle, then she would have been one of those girls who had lived her entire life sheltered in the posh neighbourhoods of London, probably around Hyde Park and Knightsbridge. The same would have applied for Daphne, although she seemed more of a rich girl who would have lived in a country manor - and the other Slytherin girls, all would have been a group of self aware posh girls.

Harry Potter's mind continued to flash with memories of the night before. It was later that evening, after an hour or so as he continued to talk with Daphne, lost in their own world - but Harry knew he was still in control and had not been given a love potion just yet - he had genuinely found the elder Greengrass to be interesting. Slughorn had finally interrupted and announced it was time to gather around his large oak table - this being Harry's first really Slug Club meeting, he had no idea what was to happen. He followed Daphne's lead and they were seated beside each other - gaining a questioning look from Hermione as she sat across from him. They were served tea and desserts, mostly cakes but the large tiered tray held many other sweets.

"Harry would you be a dear and get me that strawberry vanilla shortcake?" He had remember Daphne saying. Harry, being the gentleman he was and the fact that Daphne's pink lips had so sweetly asked him, he reached across the large table, paying no mind to the girl who sat beside him nor his unwatched tea cup.

His eyes became wide as the moon and he tried to search for memories of what happened next - but nothing. And Harry knew how it had happened. He was leaning on the table, desperately trying to reach for the cake that the elder Greengrass so kindly asked of him and it was then that she would have poured the love potion into his tea. No one had seen because everyone was too concentrated on watching the boy-who-lived trying to reach for a piece of cake. He had taken a sip of his tea afterwards, it was why it had tasted flowery, tasted of sweetness like Treacle tart, the earthiness which reminded him of the fresh smell of a new broomstick, and the flower garden of number Four Privet Drive.

"Is there anything particular you want today Harry?" The sharp voice of Hermione Granger woke Harry Potter from his deep thoughts.

"I'm sorry Hermione, but what were you saying?"

"I was asking if there was anything you wanted to get while we were at Hogsmeade today. Honestly Harry, I don't know where your mind has been lately, you had completely ignored Ginny and I last night." Hermione had waved him off and reached for an apple. Harry however wanted to question her on what had exactly happened after he had taken the love potion.

"Hermione, what exactly happened after the tea party last night?" Harry asked, trying not to give away hints that he had been under the influence.

"Are you all right Harry?" Hermione asked with concern.

"Er, just too much sugar last night I think. You know what it's like after having so much cake."

"No I don't." Hermione flatly answered - after all, her parents were dentist and Harry knew Hermione was not one for sweets. "You spent the entire party with Daphne Greengrass don't you remember. You even said that you were going to walk her back to the dungeons and here Ginny and I thought you were coming down with a fever or something with how pale you looked and how much you were sweating."

Harry quickly batted Hermione's attention to something else - as much as he did not like Hermione getting on his case about the potion's book, he would have rather talked about the Half-Blood Prince rather than Hermione finding out what had happened the night before. It had work, as for the rest of the weekend Hermione nor anyone else further inquired into what had happened - and Harry too, had enjoyed himself at Hogsmeade in which he had forgotten what had happened.

It was not until Monday did it dawn on him fully, as having to spend three fourth of their day with the Slytherin, Harry realized that he would ultimately face Daphne Greengrass sooner or later. He walked into DADA slowly, hoping to catch a seat at the front and not having to face the elder Greengrass - it weighed in his mind of which was worst, paying attention to Snape or having to look upon Daphne Greengrass.

No such luck however, as he had waltz into a near half full class, many of the tables at the front filled with grinning Slytherins. Harry took note and was cursing his luck as the Greengrass girl had yet to arrive for DADA. Harry, with Hermione and Ron seated themselves at a table, far away from the Slytherins but close enough to the front as Hermione was not one for sitting where the professors could not see her raised hand.

"Father is taking us to Cannes for Christmas." Sweetly voice, though with a tone of arrogance cut through Harry.

"I wish father would take me to France, but I'll be stuck home at Islington." Another voice, one that Harry did not recognize but it too had a ring of arrogance but also sounded of innocence.

"That's too bad Tracy, I'd be sure to send you pictures of me and nice looking wizards."

"Will you Pansy? Not much too look here at Hogwarts." Again the voice was innocent. "What about you Daphne, any plans for the holidays?"

"No, just spending the holidays with the Malfoy's." A third voice, soft, nearly silent. Harry knew who it was and used all his will power not to look at the group that had entered the classroom.

"I'd almost forgotten Draco's mother was your godmother. How wonderful it must be to spend Christmas with Draco. Just so romantic."

"Oh come on Pansy, everyone knows its Astoria who fancies Draco. Daphne has her eyes on a certain someone." The voice, who Harry had figure to be this Tracy girl, had replied, again sweetly.

"Right, you'll have to tell me who some day."

The three passed where Harry Potter had sat and made their way to where the rest of the Slytherins were. Harry had bought a glimpse at Daphne Greengrass as she walked by, paying him no attention. She looked more beautiful in sunlight, as the darkness of the night hid her features well - yet she looked paler that she had been that night and her eyes puffy - she hid it well with makeup but Harry, having not much luck with girls before and causing many to cry, knew when a girl had been crying.

Just why Daphe Greengrass, who had gave him love potion was crying he did not know. There could be many reasons, Voldemort could have forced her to do such a thing, or even Malfoy, as she had said Narcissa was her godmother. Maybe the girl truly was in love with him but he had his doubts. Whatever it was, Harry Potter decided that it would be better to have swept it under the rug. He had much bigger things to worry about, things that were much bigger than himself and some petty girl who gave him a love potion. He had to defeat Voldemort and the last thing he wanted was to have someone in danger because of their relationship to him.

Harry and Daphne Greengrass' relationship had been just that the following months, pretend that night never happened. They would walk past each other in the halls without so much as greeting to each other - Harry had noticed just how often they would encounter each other, something he would have otherwise not be aware of if that night had never happened. She would always have a melancholy look about her, even with her friends always noted that she looked sad. He wondered if that night played over and over again in her mind as it did his.

Why. He wanted to know but knew it was best that he did not know. Daphne Greengrass did well to not exist in Harry Potter's mind.

It was little a month after the night of Slughorn's party, did the night which Harry Potter shared with Daphne Greengrass raced back into his mind. Once again he was being paraded around by Slughorn, this time not to his fellow students but to alumni of Hogwarts - all repeatable experts in their own right.

Harry was being introduced to Barnabas Cuffe, a tall but slightly fat man who Harry learned was the editor of the Daily Prophet - and it was then his eyes shifted to the entrance of Slughorn's makeshift ballroom. Daphne Greengrass, with her curled chocolate hair and sharp eyes, her ever so pink lips, stood as many eyes within the room turned to her - a green dress that hugged her body was all Harry could look at.

"My, my, how lovely do you look tonight Miss. Greengrass. Come, come, let me introduce you to everyone." In one instant Harry thanked Slughorn for focusing his attention on someone else but on the other hand, Harry did not like the fact that everyone else was now looking at the elder Greengrass. Maybe it was jealously or maybe he was spending too much time with Slughorn - he was not seeking attention but something in him did not like the fact that people's eyes were looking at Daphne Greengrass.

It was the same for the rest of the night. Students and older gentlemen a like, shared dances with Daphne - Harry too had hoped he would have a go but he had remembered he was not much of a dancer and he did not want to involve the girl. He had tried his best not to look at her but for whatever reason his eyes kept wondering to the Greengrass girl every few minutes. Daphne looked happier than before, she truly looked as though she was enjoying herself and in Harry's mind he wondered if she did truly forget about the night they had together.

Checking over himself as to whether or not he had once again been injected a love potion - maybe this new possessive feeling he had over Daphne Greengrass had been due to more love potion but he was clean, he could still think clearly. Harry Potter did not know what came over him but he did not like the fact that Daphne was dancing with other guys.

It was when they had become seated for that evening's meal did their eyes finally meet. She had sat across from him, while both men who sat beside her tried to gain her attention. Their eyes met for the briefest of seconds, but for Harry Potter it had felt like hours. She quickly looked away and down at her plate but not before Harry could see her face once again turn into a sad one he had witness so many days ago.

For the rest of the night, Harry tried his best to ignore her and genuinely focus on people of interest. If it were not for the fiasco concerning Malfoy, it would have other wise been a good night for Harry Potter - he had found out Malfoy was up to something. He left the party as did everyone else but not before stealing one last glance at Daphne Greengrass.

The holidays came quickly and passed just as quick, but Harry spent it happily at the Burrow. Even after many events that tried to hinge his liking for his second home, as Ron and Lupin did not believe Snape was turning against Dumbledore when he told them the events of Slughorn's party - leaving out the part of how beautiful Daphne had been - and with the visit of the new Minister of Magic, Rufus Scrimgeour. Yet, Harry Potter loved Christmas at the Burrow and for once that year, his mind did not think of anything else but sugarplums and snowball fights.

However, things took a drastic turn for the worst, as only a week after their return to Hogwarts, did the inevitable happen.

Harry was enjoying Monday breakfast as much as anyone could enjoy an early morning of the first day of the week. He was half awake, eating a hot bowl of oatmeal as best he could and half focusing on the Daily Prophet when he heard hurried foot steps coming from the entrance of the Great Hall. Harry wasn't paying much attention as it was probably a group of worried first years - but he caught something at the corner of his eyes and looked up out of curiosity.

By the large doors of the Great Hall stood a group of sixth year Slytherin girls - Daphne was amongst them as she was the first one to be recognized by Harry. Daphne looked withdrawn, while the other Slytherin girls were swinging their heads every which way in search of something or someone. It so happened that one of them had landed her eyes onto Harry Potter and before Harry could reacted, the same girl - a blonde ponytailed girl, the same who had the innocent yet deceptive voice, who he later came to learn was Tracy Davis - was charging at him like a mad bull.

She reach him and with one swing of her arms, landed a great big slap on Harry Potter's face.

"Bloodily hell Harry-mate, what did you do this time?" Ron was now fully awake as was the rest of the Great Hall.

"I'll tell you what this arse did. He got Daphne pregnant!"

Notes:

Before anyone asks, yes it is possible to get drunk off of sugar. I was in New York once and happened upon a place called Serendipity, an Opera's recommendation according to my friend. One piece of carrot cake and iced hot chocolate after, I was seeing rainbows.

Originally, when this had been written I was binge watching QI and had wanted Tracy to have a famous squib uncle and star of QI, Allen Davis - I deleted a line about her spending time with her rich tv star uncle. As in my last fic, Tracy will be the happy go lucky dense best friend. I tried to make the Slytherin equivalent to posh muggle girls, the only source is from binge watching Young Dumb and Living with Mum (Don't judge me!). As for Daphne, in my last fic she was the noble pureblood young women, this one I'm trying her out as the shy innocent pure virgin…er, scratch the last part.

Don't ask me on the release schedule of this, I had started this before I landed a full time job and really haven't had time to write, this was originally started in February and only now am I pushing it out. 3 chapters are done and I'll post them once I've looked them over or something, after that, it's a crap shoot. I started on chapter 4 and 5 but have no time or motivation and kind of contemplating on just leaving it unfinished or having someone take over. However, chapter 5 was going to have a giant WTF moment so that's why I'm not so willing to give it up just so fast.

I've also been trying to decide on the name of the fic, originally it was going to be either just Potions or Side Effects, but I've decided on Fun with Potions.