Disclaimer: Don't own people and please remember I'm making the character OC because I can't do this story any other way because we all know Hermione would know what a love potion smell, looks, and taste likes so just use your imagination. Thank you ladies and gentlemen now on with the silly story.
The next few days went by rather quickly for Ron who had spent every waking moment in Hermione arms. The two of them would head off right after breakfast to spend time alone and would not even come back into the house until dinner. Ron thought nothing could be better having Hermione to himself kissing her, confessing his feelings to her, and playing in her bushy hair. They had spent most of the days out in the woods walking holding hands a discussing what they would like to do now out of school. Ron confessed he would like to play Quidditch but thought that would never happen which Hermione said that she know he could do it if he want to badly enough. Hermione in return said that she might try being a Healer but if she got tired of it would pursue another career. Ron said she would be perfect for the job and could even fix him up if he got mess up during Quidditch games.
Away from his family eyes he would hold her so tightly as if she would disappear if he loosened his grip. Ron would tell her how he loved her and wanted to make her happy truly happy. However in front of his family Ron kept quite and would only hold Hermione hand and smile at her. Where as Hermione would rub his cheek and whisper in his ear or tickle him give him little kisses. Ron still feeling embarrassed to do such things in front of his family would grin at her not knowing that unnoticed to him that the entire Weasley and Harry had heard him only nights ago telling Hermione his love for her which none of them had mentioned. Fred, George, Bill and Fleur would be leaving tomorrow to go back into London to their jobs. Ron was grateful with Fred and George out of the way he might be able to show more affection to Hermione without any teasing. There did still leave Mrs. Weasley who wore a permeated frown when ever she saw Hermione and Ron together and tonight at the dinner table was no different. She had her mouth clenched tightly as though she was going to burst out with disapproving comments and sure enough when Hermione reached over and leaned her head on Ron's shoulder during supper that night she exploded.
"I've had enough of this" She stood from her chair and glared at Ron and Hermione who jumped and separated Ron blushed brightly.
"Ron you realize she doesn't really love you. Honey I know you care for her but be realistic. Do you think she will be happy with you allowing her to act like this to carry on with you in such a way?" Mrs. Weasley finished gently watching her youngest son's face fall. His heart stopped beating or so it seemed to him. Hermione on the other hand looked at Ron's sadden face and turned a furious express to Mrs. Weasley.
"Don't you dare say that to him!" shouted Hermione her hands making fists. The table froze no one ever raises their voice at Mrs. Weasley but Mrs. Weasley just sighed ignoring Hermione knowing it was the only potion making her act this way, she turned back to Ron. Ron glanced up at his mother and she smiled at him understandably yet sadly knowing trying to tell him with just a look that it would be ok.
"You're….right…mom…I just wanted it to…" he trailed off and looked at Hermione. She looked shocked as Ron was standing taking her hand trying to calm his pounding heart. He kissed her hand softly then squeezed it gently but Hermione pulled her hand away.
"You're going to listen to her? I thought….thought…you…loved me?" She was holding her hands to her chest looking at him tears now falling down her face Ron looked away his eyes stinging. He reached out to her but Hermione moved back quietly he said his voice breaking.
"I do…but I don't want you to hate me when this is all over with….if I lose you now…it will…be nothing compared to how I will lose you when this potion wears off." The Weasley stared at Ron declaring this in front of them having never seeing this side of Ron.
"We'll be back." Said Harry as he and the Weasley family stood up all stumbling hurriedly out of the kitchen. Mrs. Weasley paused on her way out and patted Ron on the back caringly.
"You are doing the right thing dear" and turning to Hermione she added "I don't want you to feel uncomfortable when this wears off sweetheart…it has nothing to do with you being with my son. I just want you to stay with us…like always"
"I love him Mrs. Weasley this is not the potion." She said sadly placing her hands on her hips firmly tears still falling down her face. Ron gave a brief smile thinking of how beautiful Hermione looked even with her face covered in tears and all he wanted to do was kiss them away and make her see that he loved her more than anything else in this world. His mind raced to next Thursday when she would be just his friend again and he couldn't be able to talk to her because she would be ashamed of the way he acted with her his heart breaking with the thought of it.
"Hermione…" Ron said his eyes stinging again forcing himself to finish talking before he lost his never "Just listen we can't do this…in four days your going to hate me…" she cut him off walked up to him and gave him a long kiss then pulled back and slapped him turning she ran out of the kitchen sobbing. Ron turned to the wall and punched it hard a cut appearing on his hand. Mrs. Weasley still standing there wiped her eyes and took Ron in her arms. Ron just stood there staring at the opposite wall.
"It's only four more days Ron you can do this." She said very gently. Ron thought that there could be nothing in his life that would take longer. To have the girl of the dreams at his feet and not being able to have her, broke his already broken heart and after having her love him for a week too was going to make things even more difficult. When the potion did wear off Hermione would probably not remember all of this but for Ron it would haunt him until his death bed and quiet suddenly he felt very sick and ran out side not being able to hold his stomach or feelings in anymore.
Mrs. Weasley had given Ron a device much like a Muggle walkie-talkie to let him know which room Hermione was in so as not to run into her. Regardless of the device Ron stayed in his room most of the time not sure how to deal with his emotions. Ginny had tired to keep Hermione busy working in the garden, cleaning out the broom shed, helping Fred and George in their shop even going with Mr. Weasley to work one day that week. Harry was doing his best too but he was more of trying to cheer up Ron during these times but due to Mrs. Weasley insistence on Ron coming down for dinner these attempts where wasted. Hermione would sit there picking at her food and glance and Ron with tears in her eyes and would mouth 'I love you' at which Ron would just fall apart inside and push his plate away. But seeing that dinner didn't start for another two hours and that Harry and Ginny had taken Hermione for a walk felt it safe to get out of his room for awhile and proceeded downstairs.
He flopped down on a comfortable chair in the living room tossing his head on the back of the chair and closed his eyes. Sitting alone now that Mr. Weasley was still at work Mrs. Weasley was in the kitchen as usual and his other brothers had been gone for a couple days now Ron started thinking of how his life and gone so bad in so short of a time. True he loved Hermione and would love to take this advantage to be with her but how could he jeopardize their friendship. She never gave any signs of liking him maybe she did get upset with him last year for going out with Lavender but that was because he promised to go with her to the Christmas party and didn't. It doesn't mean that she is in love with him too…does it? This was all very confusing and Ron's head was beginning to hurt along side his already hurting heart. Running his hands down his face he sighed into his hands placing his elbows on his knees. He had gone three days now without so much as touching her hand when she got up to leave the kitchen or to even watch her out of the corner of his eye when the happened to past in the hall or living room but Ron's thoughts were interpreted by the front door opening and Hermione stepping in quite alone.
"Where is Harry and Ginny?" Ron asked trying to steady his voice and sitting up straight. Hermione smiled at him love shining in her eyes and took a step closer to him.
"They wanted to go for a ride on their brooms and you know I'm not much on flying so I let them go on without me they said you would probably be in your room anyways." She said. Ron looked at her standing in front of him old blue jeans and plain white t-shirt on but to Ron she looked absolutely gorgeous. Shaking his head of thoughts of kissing her he wondered if he should not call to Mrs. Weasley for help knowing he would not be able to say no to her. As if Hermione was reading his mind she walked over to him and without a word of asking sat on his lap side ways. She place one arm over his shoulder and a hand on his chest looking into his eyes lovingly. Ron's mind went blank his mother was the farthest thing from his mind as she looked at him.
"Hermione we can't…." but she cut him off kissing him softly just brushing over his lips. It was a simply kiss but Ron thought silently to himself he had never felt more love even if it was a stupid love potion. Giving in he began to kiss her holding her tightly. Hermione leaned into the kiss letting him take control. Ron pulled back from the kiss barely touching her lips.
"You have the softest lips" He looked into her eyes that were for the time being anyways shining for him and just him.
"I love you Ron I really do." Hermione said not breaking their eye contact.
"I love you too Hermione." She smiled a huge smile and laid her head on his shoulder. They stayed like that for a long time. Ron was playing with her hair when he felt her breathing slow and realized she had fallen asleep with him holding her. He knew at that moment this would be the greatest moment in his life holding his sleeping love in his arms. Bowing his head he watched her as a smile was still present on her face he brushed away a few strands of hair from her face. But at the precise moment Mrs. Weasley opened the door leading into the kitchen and stepped into the Burrow's tiny living room stopping in her tracks when her eyes fell upon Ron and Hermione together in the chair. Snorting she walked over to their chair Ron not bothering to look up at his mother.
"Ronald!" she said hotly "What did we agree on. You said this would not continue she doesn't really love you. This is not REAL!" She finished angrily but kept her voice down so as not to wake up the sleeping Hermione. However Mrs. Weasley gasped very loudly when Ron raised his head finally to look at Mrs. Weasley for her son was sitting there tears rolling down his freckled face. Placing a hand over her mouth Mrs. Weasley covered a sob her own eyes watering.
"I…know….but I want it…to…be real. I really…do…love…her." He shuttered and putting his head back down he placed a kiss of Hermione's forehead tears still falling down his own. Whispering he continued not looking back at his mother ashamed of his tears.
"It will be over tomorrow…how…how will let her go? How…can I see her…with…with someone else now? I won't be able to…to deal with it." Without thinking he tightened his hold on Hermione Mrs. Weasley now taking her apron and wiping her eyes. Ron now laying his head on Hermione's he sniffed loudly. Watching her son Mrs. Weasley could only reply by saying.
"I don't know dear. I don't know." Then turning she went back into the kitchen without another word leaving Ron with what little time he had left with Hermione before it was over. Ron his heart breaking for what seemed like the four hundredth time that week stood not waking Hermione and took her up stairs. Walking into Ginny's room he placed her down in one of the beds brushing her hair out of her face and stared down at her. Tears now positively streaming down his face he reached down and gave her a light kiss on the lips pulling back slowly.
"I never knew being your friend would hurt me this bad…but I'm grateful just to be in you life Hermione…I love you." He placed an arm over his eyes and leaned back on the bed. He laid there for a long time dreading tomorrow and what it will bring. What if she did remember? What if she didn't? Either way it was going to be hell on him and without realizing it he fell asleep by his love, by Hermione.
Ok so good, bad? I know I rushed it but I like my fluff and that's all I write. So hope you like it.
