Unwanted Attention

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. That much is obvious. Nor do I claim to own Harry Potter. This story is just for recreation, I am not making any money from it, nor do I want money from it. I do not own the characters or the settings, etc.

Chapter 1: Spillage

"Now, class, your potions should be just about done," Snape sneered from his desk, glancing around the room at his 6th year potions class. "Each student is to fill a specimen bottle with a sample of his or her potion and bring it to my desk for marking before the end of class."

Ron wiped his brow with the sleeve of his robes as he hastily sliced spotted mushrooms into uneven bits and then chucked them unceremoniously into his smoking cauldron. The surface of the cauldron's contents had an off-grey, charcoal like appearance which complimented the burnt smelling vapor raising up from the liquid. He stole a quick glance at Harry's cauldron, which not surprisingly also had an ill-smelling mist wafting up from its depths and a murky off-colour appearance. Glancing briefly to his other side before beginning to stir his own cauldron furiously, Ron took note of the perfect, steamless green liquid Hermione was carefully stirring.

As per usual, Harry's and Ron's potions were not going brilliantly. Snape had, of course, made his presence in the room felt by constantly sneaking up on Ron and Harry and proceeding to criticize every single aspect of their potions during the lesson, thus resulting in the smoking collection of ingredients in the boy's cauldrons. Try carefully peeling Dragon eyes with Snape breathing down your neck, and see how well you can do it. Now, with less than a minute to spare before the bell rings to signal the end of his double lesson of potions, Ron had discarded any sense of care and was now rushing like hell to get something that could possibly earn him a mark or two bottled and on Snape's desk.

He finished his ruthless stirring, grabbed his specimen bottle, forced it below the surface of the scorching liquid, corked it and bounded to place it before Snape. Feeling relieved to have another failed potions lesson with Snape almost out of the way, Ron walked back to his bench to start cleaning up his remaining mess. He noticed Harry still working away un-relentlessly and whispered urgently "Harry, the bell is going to ring in about five seconds. Get your potion up the front, now!" Harry heeded his advice, filling his bottle in much the same fashion as Ron did whilst corking it and turning to run in one quick motion. However, as Harry began his last second dash towards Snape, Ron watched as, in almost slow motion, Harry's foot caught behind a table leg and his specimen bottle soared high into the air, before decending down towards Ron. With absolutely no time to react, Ron could do nothing but squeeze his eyes shut as the bottle collided with his head, shattered into tiny shards of glass and scalded him with boiling hot potion.

"Aaaaahhhhhhh!" screamed Ron in terrified pain, whilst swatting at his burning arms and running around aimlessly on the spot. "Aaahh, it burn, it burns!" Harry got to his feet and stared horror-stricken at Ron, as did everyone else in the class. Hermione, always sharp and quick thinking, drew out her wand and coated Ron with water. Ron collapsed onto the floor and breathed deeply.

"Ron! Ron, are you alright?" Harry asked frantically, as he bent over to offer Ron a helping hand to get up. "I'm sorry Ron, I honestly didn't mean to."

"You stupid, bloody, clumsy oaf!" shouted Ron, accepting Harry's hand and using it to climb to his feet. "Do you have any idea just how hot that." Ron was cut short by Harry's finger being placed on his furious lips.

"Shhh," Harry said in what was a disturbingly affectionate way. "Don't worry Ron, Harry will make it all better." Ron jerked away from Harry's finger and glared at him, whilst looking like he was about to be sick. "What the hell is wrong with you?" He demanded, but Harry just smiled and stepped towards Ron with his arm's wide open.

"Hey, get the hell away from me you weirdo!" Ron yelled as he turned to run. Instead he collided with Hermione, who had been watching Ron in concern. Ron once again fell to the floor.

"Oh, Ron, are you alright?" Hermione asked, also extending an arm like Harry did to help Ron up.

"Yeah, I am. But Harry's not!" Ron replied as he climbed to his feet with Hermione's assistance.

"Don't worry about Harry, Ron," Hermione said with a dreamy look in her eyes, "He won't ever come between you and me!"

Ron was backing away from Hermione after hearing this. "Um, what's gotten in to you two?" He said to his best friends. Something very weird and utterly disturbing was going on, and it was starting to freak Ron out big time.

"What is going on here?" Professor Snape said greasily, as he approached the scene taking place between the trio.

For the first time in his life, Ron was pleased to see Severus Snape. Snape may be an annoying, cruel, and selfish git, but at least he would sort out and get to the bottom of this confusion.

"Harry spilt his potion on me," Ron answered. "And now he and Hermione are acting strangely."

"Potter, Granger. Detention. You will come back here this evening and write lines, under my supervision." Snape said coolly, surveying Ron strangely.

"Wait, Professor, why do I have to write lines?" Protested Hermione, still staring dreamy eyed at Ron. "I didn't even do anything."

"You will write lines until the message sinks in," continued Snape, giving no indication he acknowledged what Hermione said. "Weasley is all mine, not Potters or Grangers. Have I made myself clear?" Then, in what was apparently meant to be a softer and less threatening tone, Snape addressed Ron directly. "Now, Weasley dear, how about you remain after class so you can.help me clean up this mess?"

"I'll help Ron!" Piped up Hermione.

"No, I'll help Ron!" exclaimed Harry.

"WAIT A MINUTE" Ron bellowed at the top of his voice, realisation dawning on him, "will SOMEONE please tell me what the hell that potion was?"

"Oh, well, Weasley, judging by the ingredients that Potter has forgotten to include, I would say it turned out to be a rather crude love potion." Snape giggled, without even glancing at the ingredients laying scattered across the bench where Harry had worked.

".a WHAT!" screamed Ron, turning a shade of green, and before anyone could stop him (though they did try) he was running out the door.

Ron sat hugging his legs in the corner of the Gryffindor common room, behind a large armchair he frequently sat in. He figured it would be the best place to hide, considering that only two of his three admirers could gain access to Gryffindor Tower, whilst still remaining a more public place than his dormitory. The thought of being alone in his dorm with Harry was almost scaring Ron to death right now.

"Is that you, Ron, hiding back there?" A girl with a mass of red-hair poked her head over the top of the chair and looked down at him.

"Get back!" Ron shouted, holding his wand up ready to hex, "get.oh, it only you, Ginny. Thank goodness."

"What are you doing back here, anyway?" Ginny asked, climbing over and sitting next to her elder brother and staring at him in concern.

"Stupid Harry spilt a love potion on me in Potions and now he, Hermione and Snape are after me. I think they are in love with me! I'm hiding back here for now, but I don't know what to do. I've got to work out some way to reverse that potion!"

"I know what we can do to fix this," said Ginny thoughtfully.

"Yeah? How?" asked Ron eagerly.

Ginny placed a hand on Ron's knee and leaned closer to whisper in his ear. "You can stay back here with me!"

"I THINK I AM GOING TO BE SICK!" exploded Ron, as he sprang to his feet and bounded up the stairs to his dormitory, with Ginny calling after him.

A/N: This story might seem to be adult in nature but it was not intended to be so. I hope people will not take offence by it and will actually see the humor (or lack there-of) of Ron's situation. This is not going to involve any slash or what not, that is not my interest or style. Please review it. Feedback is important to me, and whilst I don't mind critisism I ask that you try to be constructive. I may or may not continue with this story, based on people's opinions. Thankyou.