A/N: Sorry it's been a while, I'll try to update more regularly from now on. This chapter is kind of... pointless, but I had no idea what else to write, it just sorta happened. Thanks and appreciation goes to all my readers and reviewers, you make my day :)

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Question: Is Kat-the-Hufflepuff secretly J.K Rowling?

Answer: No. No, she is not

He couldn't stop laughing. Harry Potter, The Chosen One, The Boy Who Lived, could not stop laughing. Or cringing. Probably a mixture of both.

The problem lay within his best friend, Ronald Weasley, who was the test subject for the potion professor Slughorn had assigned them to make. The potion was a varied form of amortentia, the difference being that it enhanced any already prominent feelings the subject may have, rather than create new ones.

Harry's potion, however, turned out to be a little... stronger than necessary and now he was forced to sit and listen as Ron droned on and on about Hermione this and Hermione that. Harry thought it was great that his best friends had finally managed to get their feelings sorted, and it had been admittedly easier since those two had become a couple; but that did not mean he wanted to know the exact scent of Hermione's hair, or the 'cute' way her voice sounded first thing in the morning (nor did he want to think of how Ron knew this particular fact). No, he just wanted Ron to shut up.

Unfortunately, he had no clue how to brew the antidote and the only person Harry knew who would be able to was, you guessed it, Hermione.

Disaster had so far been diverted, in the sense that Harry had managed to go a full 10 minutes without Hermione noticing Ron's somewhat odd behavior. But there was still 40 minutes lesson time left and he would have to act fast if he did not want to deal with a furious Hermione. (Which he didn't).

"She's so perfect Harry," Ron sighed, his gaze focused on Hermione who was concentrating on her own potion across the room.

"Yeah?" asked Harry sarcastically, for Ron had told him this many times already.

"Yeah." replied Ron quite seriously.

Harry sighed and went back to frantically looking up how to brew the antidote potion. It had to be in this stupid potions book somewhere right? It was times like these he wished he could just have had Snape's old book next to him.

"Harry?" came Ron's sudden voice from beside him.

"Yeah?" said Harry, anticipating the worst.

"Do you think I should go over and talk to her? I love her, Harry." Ron's last words had come out rather loud and more than a few heads turned in their direction and snickered. Thankfully none of those heads were Hermione's.

"No." replied Harry hurriedly.

Ron frowned, "But I love her."

Harry groaned,"I know mate, but, she's smart, yeah? You don't want to interrupt her while she's working do you?"

Ron thought for a second, "S'pose your right."

Of course I'm right, thought Harry, she'd kill us both if you went over to her like that. Nonetheless, he was pleasantly surprised at how easy it'd been to convince Ron otherwise.

"Harry?"

Harry groaned. What now?

"What?"

"I'm gonna go talk to her, Harry."

Alarm bells sounded in Harry's brain. Maybe Ron hadn't been so easy to persuade after all. He had to think of counter argument. And fast. Just to keep Ron occupied whilst he brewed an antidote.

"She'll be mad at you for interrupting her work," he tried warning Ron in his most authoritative voice.

Ron stopped dead in his tracks, "Will she?" he asked, fear widening his eyes. Harry almost laughed. Almost.

"Yeah, she'll never talk to you again if you interrupt her." Harry hoped he sounded sincere.

Ron seemed to ponder this for a moment before sighing defeatedly and slumping back down in his chair. Harry breathed a sigh of relief and took a minute to comprehend how weird the situation was becoming. Too weird.

It was funny to think that just a few months ago they'd been risking their lives daily, where disaster was always around the corner. They'd had to grow up too fast - The world had depended upon it. But now they were getting to be kids again, messing about in a classroom. Their biggest worries now were homework and Quidditch. All was well.

Or at least, it was, before Harry saw Hermione's tell-tale bushy hair heading across the classroom- straight towards him and Ron.

He swore as Ron caught sight of Hermione and his eyes lit up.

"Hermione!" Ron exclaimed and ran forward to meet her. Harry tried to stop him but to no avail; Ron was determined.

"Ron, come back!" he yelled over the commotion. How did it get to the stage were he had to treat his best friend like a dog?

Hermione's face came into view as she approached their table. She looked confused. Harry didn't blame her.

"What's going on here?" she directed the question at Harry but it was Ron who answered.

"I love you." he said none too shyly and grabbed her hand. Hermione was flustered. Her cheeks took on a deep tinge and she looked to Harry, presumably for some type of explanation.

"I.. err... Potion, too strong," muttered Harry, whilst Ron wrapped his arms around Hermione and enveloped her in a tight embrace. Hermione, who had never liked public displays of affection, looked quite uncomfortable and unsure how to proceed.

The moment lasted ages. Harry's mind tried to visualise all possible outcomes whilst Ron's embrace became tighter and Hermione's embarrassment deepened.

Finally she spoke, surprisingly calm and in a gentle voice, "Ron, could you let go please?" Ron frowned but obliged with obvious disappointment on his features.

"You're so beautiful," he informed Hermione dreamily. Hermione blushed.

"Yes, well, thank you for that assessment Ronald," she said with a scary calm. Harry cringed, Hermione only called Ron 'Ronald' when she was angry. "And you," she rounded on Harry, "Fix him. Now."

"I don't know how?" Harry responded lamely; the answer sounding more like a question. This seemed to fuel her anger.

"Harry James Potter you turn my boyfriend back to normal right now or I swear I'll-"

"Boyfriend?" Ron interrupted, his face lighting up.

Hermione ignored him and made to continue speaking when Harry cut across her, "I don't know how to brew the antidote, okay? Maybe you could help? With your brilliant mind he'd be back to normal in no time,"

"Don't try to win me over with flattery, Harry Potter! You can brew it yourself!" she huffed.

"I love you, Hermione," Ron butted in, feeling left out of the conversation. He draped an arm around Hermione's shoulders and kissed her cheek.

Hermione blushed crimson and glared at Harry, "I love you too, Ron," she said quietly turning to him, "But you should go talk to Ginny for a minute, yeah?"

"But I wanna stay with you!"

"Please, Ron," she gave him her most pleading look, "For me?"

Ron pondered this for a moment, "Yeah, okay," he said dejectedly and walked off to join Ginny.

"Now," Hermione said, turning to face him, "We have a potion to brew."

A/N: Okay, I didn't know how to end it so it ends here. Sorry for the wait. This fic is not abandoned, I've just been busy lately. I'll update more regularly from now on, promise. (This was mainly just a filler, comical chapter since I haven't wrote updated lately, sorry for the lack of plot :/ On a happy note - my first Harry P.O.V!)