"Sorry Ron," I answered in a quiet voice. "I don't know what to say. I have a lot of homework to do, and I'm kind of tired right now!"
"It's okay Hermione," Ron said sheepishly, "I understand. You don't want to go out with me, and you don't like me."
"No Ron, that's not it! There's a lot going on right now and I don't have a lot of extra time!" Hermione however knew that what she had just told Ron was not entirely true. For the past week she had been brewing a potion to help her find a guy of her own. Someone who would be there to love and care for her. She had not had a lot of luck in the past with dating guys. Hermione had planned to add the last ingredients and take the potion that night, so of course she had to refuse to go out with Ron.
After her last lesson of the day, Hermione ran to the girls lavatory where Moaning Myrtle lived her ghoastly life. She had for the second time in her years at Hogwarts conjured a waterproof fire into the toilet that had previously been occupied by a simmering pot of polyjuice potion. Now however, it contained the "True Love" potion that was a deep shade of pink.
"Okay," Hermione said to herself while extracting a bag of ingredients from her school bag. "Lacewing flies, one feather, powdered unicorn horn, and three and a half stirs counter-clockwise." Then using a silver ladle, Hermione put a reasonable amount inside a goblet engraved with the school's crest and it was gone in one gulp.
"Wow," she said amazed. "It tastes like treacle tart. Much better than the gold Harry Potter polyjuice potion I had to gulp down last year!" Hermione waved goodbye to Moaning Mertle and skipped off happily to the Gryffindor common room. After nearly two years of war between the death-eaters, Voldemort and the rest of the wizarding world, the ministry and the new headmistress for Hogwarts decided together that all students were to go back to school to repeat the previous year. As it had said in the newspaper, too many students were on the run and didn't receive a whole year of education. It is not acceptable to miss a full year of such education and all students will therefore repeat the year. Of course it meant one more year of school, but as much as everyone else complained… Hermione was grateful to be back.
She stepped through the portrait hole after saying the password, "Noblemen" only to receive a bone crushing hug from Ron, followed by Harry.
"Hermione," they cooed, "tell us who you love more! Which of us shall you mary?"
