So get this. You’re at a party, having fun in the hufflepuff common room. You’re drinking your punch that was 100 percent spiked with alcohol. But as your dancing, someone slips a drop of love potion in your drink. Your take a drink, not knowing and guess who you see first. MATTHEO FUCKING RIDDLE. He’s never really noticed you before? This potion is different. Like a lust potion more then it is a love one. You get all touchy, you yearn, and I mean YEARN bitch. Like, if you had to drop to your knees, you would.