The Hogwarts School of Fuck Everybody [ OPEN PSL/MEME ]

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The Harry Potter AU: Smutty Edition

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• Post
• Include some info/prompts
• AU it Up
• Expect hideousness of all kinds
• Invite your wizarding friends!

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[impotient]

"You are going to eat things. Nothing too hazardous." A nasty smile, which did not touch his eyes. "And report out about the effects. I assume this challenge is within your capacity?"

Limited was implied.

He found her very disconcerting; her strange eyes (he thought her blind for the first year of her schooling) and polite, deferential manner irritated him rather than satisfying his lust for order in the classroom. Bright enough, but he wondered whether she was a weak student working very hard, or a strong one hiding her strength. He hated both ideas, for different reasons.

"Close your eyes." He ordered, standing up from his chair.

[gentlest_fist]

"I...yes, Professor," she said, not doing a very good job of hiding her dismay. No, she definitely didn't like the sound of this at all; she never thought that scrubbing cauldrons would ever seem appealing until she had something worse to compare it to. Considering the kind of potions she'd been studying in his class recently, she just hoped that whatever he wanted her to taste test wouldn't make her sprout antlers or turn her skin purple.

And if it did, that it at least would wear off before the evening was over; the last thing she wanted was to be stuck going to class the next day after an evening of being a guinea pig looking like...well, a guinea pig.

Still, she didn't make any kind of real protest; if she said no to this, who knew what he might decide to make her do instead? It was better to just go along with it and get it over with, so even if the brows above were twisted from nervousness, her eyelids still slid closed as commanded.

Bravely enduring difficult situations was also a sign of Gryffindor courage, right?

[impotient]

Of course she would have to close her eyes so as not to be led by the recognition.

Scowling in dismay (does nothing please him? No, nothing does.) he began: pouring, from a leather pouch, a sprinkle of dried, crushed leaves into a tiny dish. The pouch was labeled "Altilovage" and the powder in the dish gave off a mellow, sweet, herbal sort of smell, like moss and berries.

"Here." He pushed the dish into her hand. "Eat up, Hyuuga."

Altilovage - a key component of many potions of courage and defrosting, which tended to generate internal warmth and warm-heartedness at its standard pharmacopeial strength. He thought it ought to make Hinata feel a trifle warm, or possibly even benevolent. He was, of course, unaware of the special new fertilizers that Professor Sprout had developed, or how the growing plants had been lavished with extra sun from sun-mirrors installed into the soil. If he had known of these things, he would have immediately thought of those potions which use excessive amounts of altilovage.

Potions like Satyrans Copious and Gros Erectus.

Aphrodisiacs.