A/N: This was written for Week 2 of The 52 Weeks of FanFiction Competition. It is supposed to take place during The Goblet of Fire.
Hope you enjoy!
DISCLAIMER: I don't own HP, JKR does. :)
"Is that what I think it is?"
"And what exactly do you think it is, Hermione?" Ron asked the bushy haired girl standing in her robes, looming over him.
"Is that a love potion?" Hermione asked, eyeing the bright pink and red potion in Ron's hands. He shoved the bottle behind his back.
"Maybe," Ron responded, not giving her any more as he pushed past her and headed for the exit of the Gryffindor common room. Hermione rushed in front of him to cut him off.
"What's it for?" she asked him.
"Nothing," Ron replied, still not wanting to give her any insight to what he was doing.
"Ron…" Hermione pushed. There was NO way that she was letting him go do whatever he was planning without knowing what he was up to first. Especially if there was a love potion involved. And then it dawned on her.
"You're planning on using that on Fleur Delaucour, aren't you?"
"No…" Ron countered. Hermione stared at him, forcing the real answer out of him. "Okay, yes."
"That's why you asked Snape for the extra ingredients. And why you've been over your cauldron for the past few days. Are you insane, Ron? She's part Veela, a student at Beauxbatons and so much older than you! Do you even know what you're dragging yourself into? Give me the potion, Ron. I'm not going to let you do this," she told him.
"No. I spent so much time working on this," Ron argued.
"Ron," Hermione said sternly, "Give me the potion."
Ron quickly sprinted around Hermione and up the stairs to the boy's dormitory. Hermione chased him to the stairs and sprinted upward, only to have the stairs dissolve into a slippery slope as she fell down.
She stood up, dusting off her robes and crossed her arms.
She wished that he would understand that she was only trying to help.