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At Hogwarts, Harry Potter and Serena Blackwood have mastered the art of keeping secrets-especially the one where they're wildly in love. From stolen glances in the libr...
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CHAPTER 19: THE LOVE SPELL
(a.k.a. The Day They Got Extra Disgustingly Cute)
(in which Serena and Harry are already inseparable, but magic says, "hold my Butterbeer.")
The Hogsmeade Love Fair – A Day That Should’ve Been Normal
IT WAS A BRIGHT, BREEZY SATURDAY in February — the kind of day when all of Hogwarts collectively throws on their best outfits, charms their hair into extra volume, and invades Hogsmeade like it's the Met Gala.
This particular weekend, the wizarding village had put together a "Love Fair" — a ridiculous, overly pink, glitter-bombed celebration of romance. It featured pop-up booths for magical couple readings, candy potions that made people hiccup hearts, and charm stands where you could engrave your partner’s name on floating keychains.
Gross? Yes.
Were Harry and Serena absolutely going? Also yes.
Harry was in a black hoodie and jeans, his hair windswept and annoyingly perfect. Serena wore a leather jacket over a dark green fitted dress, her Slytherin scarf tied around her wrist because she claimed it was “aesthetically aggressive.”
They looked like a couple who either solved crimes together or started them.
“Remind me why we’re doing this?” Harry asked, already sipping on pink glittery Butterbeer with a slight grimace.
“Because,” Serena said, poking his cheek, “you like holding my hand in public and watching people gag.”
“That is true,” he admitted.
The trouble began at a booth called “Madame Delilah’s Affection Charms and Compatibility Tests”, which honestly should’ve been their first red flag.
“Step right up, lovebirds!” the witch behind the counter chirped, flashing a suspiciously toothy grin. “Take the enchanted Love Link quiz — if you’re truly compatible, nothing happens. But if the spell senses unspoken affection…”
She waggled her fingers dramatically. “You’ll feel the magic.”
Harry raised an eyebrow. “That sounds fake.”
Serena smirked. “Scared, Potter?”
“Never.”
So of course they sat down, filled out the quiz using quills that sparkled with every answer, and waited.
The moment they pressed the “submit” rune on the parchment, the booth exploded in pink mist.
And just like that… the Love Spell hit.
Symptoms: One
The first sign something was wrong came thirty seconds later when they tried to walk away and realized they couldn’t stop holding hands.
Like, physically couldn’t.
“Harry,” Serena whispered, tugging at their hands. “Try letting go.”
“I am,” he hissed. “Why is your hand glued to mine?”
They both stared at their intertwined fingers in panic.
“Oh no,” Serena groaned. “We’ve been hexed with a Magical Affection Bind. We’re stuck together!”
Madame Delilah waved from the booth. “Oh! Looks like the spell worked! True love strikes again!”
“Woman, what—” Serena began, but Harry clapped a hand over her mouth.
“Don’t. We’ll sue later. Let’s find someone to fix this.”
Symptoms: Two
By the time they reached the next street, the second symptom kicked in — excessive compliments.
“I’m sorry, but has anyone ever told you your eyes are like two Forbidden Forest pools at midnight?” Harry blurted.
Serena blinked. “What?”
“I— I couldn’t stop myself— your hair looks like… like moonlight and bad decisions.”
Serena’s expression shifted from confused to smug. “Oh my God. You’re magically whipped.”
But then it hit her.
“Harry James Potter,” she gasped, dramatically clutching his hoodie. “Your smile is illegal. Arrest-worthy. Someone send help.”
They both froze.
“Okay,” Serena breathed. “We’re going to die like this.”
Hogwarts: Reaction Central
By the time they made it back to the castle, still hand-in-hand, still blurting compliments like enchanted idiots, everyone knew something was up.
Ron stared. “Did you guys level up or something?”
Hermione examined their interlocked hands. “Classic Love Bind. Normally wears off in 24 hours… or if you kiss.”
Serena: “We’ve kissed a million times!”
Hermione: “Ah, but did you do a true affection kiss under the effect of the spell?”
Harry: “That’s… oddly specific.”
Draco Malfoy walked past, took one look, and said, “Oh brilliant. If they get any more in love, I’m throwing myself into the Black Lake.”
Back in the Gryffindor common room, the side effects continued:
Every time they made eye contact, sparkles would appear.
If one of them complimented the other, music played in the background (a soft harp melody that made Ron throw a cushion at them).
When Harry tripped, Serena caught him and they literally spun into a slow dance pose.
During dinner, their food arrived already shaped into hearts.
Even the teachers were losing patience.
“Mr. Potter, Miss Blackwood,” Professor McGonagall said as they floated past the corridor holding hands and humming in unison, “for the love of Merlin, get uncursed.”
That night, they sat alone in the Astronomy Tower, still tangled together like magnets.
“You know,” Serena said, resting her head on his shoulder, “this might’ve started as a spell, but I kinda like being disgustingly in love with you.”
Harry smiled, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “You think we’re always like this without realizing it?”
“Probably,” she said. “We’re gross.”
They leaned in at the same time — and when they kissed, the spell burst.
Literally. There was a loud pop, a shimmer of gold, and suddenly they could let go of each other’s hands again.
They didn’t.
“I guess it was a true affection kiss,” Harry whispered.
Serena grinned. “And I’m still magically whipped.”
