-1Disclaimer: Do you honestly think I own Harry Potter? If I owned Harry Potter, Voldermort would be hot, Ron would be with Luna, and Ginny would have fallen in a lake somewhere in Bulgaria. And Harry and Hermione would be together. Yes, I'm a little bitter. Don't you think I have a right to be? I mean, Hermione supposedly DIES in the seventh book, and she's the only cool female character. Sorry, didn't mean to get in a rant.

Presenting, a Hollie Boyd story Starring Harry Potter and Hermione Granger

The effects of butter beer

"We need to talk about this Hermione."

The bushy haired girl in question looked up from her book. "There is no 'this'. We don't need to talk about it.

Harry looked frustrated. "Well, what are we supposed to do? It's not like Ron won't want to know why we suddenly can't be in the same room as each other without blushing."

"Forget about it. That's what to do. Blame it on the music, or, better yet, blame it on the butter beer."

"Maybe that would have worked, but the only music playing was the Weird Sisters, and that's not exactly the kind of music you want to cuddle up to."
Hermione looked back down at her book, fighting her blush. "Well then, the butter beer."

Harry sighed in frustration, and ran a hand through his messy hair. "You know as well as everyone else that butter beer only affects house-elves." His green eyes were pleading with her to ask the question that would undo them all.

She sighed. "Fine then, what do you think we should do about it." For a second she wondered if maybe he'd confess his undying love for her, and…. She was wishing again. That would only lead to heartache.

Harry's eyes gleamed with satisfaction at her answer. "Well." He said, deliberately drawing out her discomfort. "I think we should go with it."

Hermione choked on the pumpkin juice she had just taken a sip of. "Go with what?" she spluttered.

"The kisses." The messy haired boy told her impatiently. Her heart stopped, and then she took a firm grip on her self

He's just using you. Friendship is most important.

"Harry, there's nothing there to go with." She said, sighing inwardly.

"I felt something." he told her, sparkling eyes pleading. "Didn't you?"

Hermione paused, her mouth open, brain working furiously. She was trapped. "Yes." She said softly on the exhale. Then her brain shut down because his mouth had fused on hers.

The effects of butter beer were truly wonderful.

Writing Harry Potter is hard for me! I've got my own style of writing, and if it doesn't fit with JkRowlings writing exactly, I feel like I failed. I'm sort of considering posting one I wrote when I was six. It was really bad, but it would be pretty funny.

Anyway, let me know what you think!

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