Author's Notes: This drabble was written for the Febuary contest at the LJ community dmhgchallenge; the promt was "Veritaserum".
Dislcaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or its characters.
That damn Weasel had slipped Veritaserum into his drink.
The red-head grinned smugly at him and he had to resist the urge to punch the bastard in the face. The feeling only intensified when the git suddenly pulled a passing-by Hermione over to the table; an unfamiliar feeling of humiliation washed over him as Weasel asked him how he really felt about Hermione.
Unwillingly, he spit out, "I love you, Hermione."
He wished a giant hole would appear in the ground and swallow him whole.
She quietly placed her hand on top of his and smiled.
"I love you, too."
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