Me: *leaning over cauldron* bubble bubble toil and trouble, fire burn and cauldron bubble! I OWN HARRY POTTER.

Caldron: *spew all over my face*

Me: *grumbling* apparently i still don't. *annoyed


Neville, potions failer extraordinaire, had once again, failed potions. They were making Markinia. A potion which spark a hidden love interest in others.
Today the victim of poor Neville's potion disaster was our sweet Hermione Granger and Ferret-boy. This is where our story begins.

Hermione Granger

I wiped the last of Neville's potion off my cloak. Yuck. It looked like snot. After i had made sure that i was completely clean, i picked up my books and ran to catch up with Harry and Ron.

"Damn i didn't think it could happen, but i hate Snape even more." Harry sighed

"I KNOW! 200 POINTS FROM GRYFFINDOR! ARE YOU SERIOUS!" yelled Ron, face as red as a tomato. "IT WASN"T EVEN HIS FAULT!"

"Actually Ronald, Neville added to much crushed aconite."

"WHOSE SIDE ARE YOU ON HERMIONE?"

"no one's, i'm just saying Neville should have paid more attention to the instructions."

Suddenly a manly flowing voice travelled to my ears.

"Granger."

i turned around to see a platinum blond boy. 'Malfoy" i said, one eyebrow raised.

"Granger."

"Malfoy."

i was starting to get worried now, what had the potion done to him?

"Grannnnnger"

Suddenly it was as if water had swept away all my self control.

"Malllllllfoy"

Harry Potter

i saw a glazed look adorned on Hermione's face.

Oh dear. i knew what was going on.

Blaise Zabani

i saw a glazed look on Draco's face.

Oh dear. i knew what was going on.

Ron Weasley

What in the heebbie jeebies was going on?

i started at them for a while. Then i knew it.

There was no such thing as a Pigme Koala. George had tricked me.

Neville Longbottom

i watched in terror as Draco and Granger interacted with each other.

"GRANGER!"
"MALFOY!"

"granger..."
"malfoy..."

"hermione"
"draco"

Then Hermione threw her hands around Malfoy's neck and wispered "i think i like you"

Malfoy pulled her closer by the waist and whispered back, "i think i like you too."

They both leaned in foreheads touching, staring deep into the other's eyes.

...

I knew my potion would work.