In hindsight, it was probably the worst idea ever. But by Merlin, she was well past the stage of caring now.
Okay, take a deep breath. There. Breathe in. Breathe out.
She spotted them over at the corner, talking to Lee animatedly, their backs to her.
Don't back out.
She made her way past the group of Gryffindors spread out on the various places in the common room.
You're going to make a fool of yourself.
She gulped and tapped one of them on the shoulders.
You've done it now. No backing out.
"Oh, hi, Hermione. What brings you to our humble corner?" Fred Weasley, ever the prankster, didn't even seem surprised to see her.
"Uh, I was wondering if you guys happen to have one of those love potions you've mentioned to Ginny?" She murmured, looking around to see if anyone was paying attention to their conversation. To her relief, no one was.
Fred feigned shock, raising his hand in front of his chest, "And why, pray tell, does the Gryffindor Prefect need a love potion?"
George and Lee were snickering behind him. She glared at them.
"Hey, I asked a question." She turned her attention back to Fred, who was beginning to look impatient.
She hesitated for a moment, "Uh you see, the thing is," she gulped and mustered up all the courage she could gather, "Oh fine, you know Cormac McLaggen, right?"
Fred, George and Lee all nodded.
"He has been trailing me the past few days asking me out. No matter how many times I say 'no' he doesn't get it! He thinks I'm playing hard to get!" she huffed.
"So you plan to slip him a love potion?" Lee questioned.
"Well, yes. One that would make him give pink hearts to Snape!"
Fred, George and Lee looked at each other, and then nodded as one.
"We're in."