This tale contains a somewhat naughty Harry at the beginning. Merlin

Amortentia two doses

Harry Potter chuckled silently to him self as his best and at the moment only friend, passed him saying that she was going to take a shower. Leaning forward Harry placed two more small logs of wood onto the fire as he tried to keep at least some of the tent they lived in warm. 'She deserves that from me at the very least' he thought as he listened to the shower running.

It was fifteen minutes before Hermione stepped out of the bathroom and after placing her dirty clothes in their wash basket joined him sitting in front of the fire. "It's getting colder Harry, in fact I don't think I remember a December where it got this cold." As she spoke she looked around the tent, just a few feet away and out of the range of the small fire's heat there was a thin layer of frost that covered everything in the tent.

As she looked around and contemplated what they should do Harry stood up. "I need to use the bathroom, I'll try not to be to long." He said quietly as he made his way to the room. Entering the bathroom he cast a whispered silencing spell on the room. Harry James Potter was a seventeen almost eighteen year old male, all his life he had been prevented from enjoying the things others his age took for granted. Now that he was getting older he was even denied the pleasure of relieving his sexual feelings due to living in a tent with his best friend while they carried out a quest to find the means to end the war that was ripping the country apart.

The fact that the walls of the bathroom were just like the rest of the tent, and were made of canvas, meant that everything done in the room could be heard, and each time she took a shower Harry sat listening to the water and her soft humming or singing. Each time his inquisitive mind would wonder what she looked like with the water cascading down her now very shapely body. It was beginning to get to him, the evil of the locket was adding to his normal feelings until he was almost desperate to know what she looked like while in the shower.

Two days previous after wearing the locket for several hours he had been sitting once again fantasising about what his best friend Hermione would look like naked with all that water running down her body, because she had over time developed from a plain Jane when young, into a very beautiful and very desirable woman. During the fantasy was when he had an idea. That idea had quickly formed into a sneaky plan for him to discover what he so wanted to know. Egged on by the evil locket he very quickly put his plan into motion.

After looking around the bathroom he turned and reached up to the small cabinet above the sink and with a large grin on his face he lifted up the disallusioned Omnioculars he had bought at the Quidditch world cup several years before. Sitting comfortably on the toilet he quickly rewound the past twenty minutes of what the Omnioculars had recorded.

What he saw as he watched the recording play began with a silent and empty bathroom. A huge smile broke out on his face as he noted that the Omnioculars had not been moved and were pointing directly where he had pointed them. 'I'll know soon' he thought holding tightly to the locket and watching the replay of the Omnioculars with a concentration he never used when taking lessons at school. He had watched two minutes of the recording when Hermione stepped into view. His plan was working and he watched the playback with rising blood pressure as Hermione revealed just how beautiful she was when she stripped off her clothes and stepped naked into the shower.

As he watched a naked Hermione as she showered, Harry thought about the boredom and frustration at their predicament and his raging hormones that were added to by the evil from the locket they took turns in wearing, that had had him thinking up this little plot. Right in front of his eyes was what could be the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, or would ever see. He suddenly remembered back to their fourth year at school when he had first seen Hermione dressed up. How she had looked so beautiful in that ball gown she had taken his breath away. He remembered how he had wanted so much to ask her to be his girl. How she had kissed him goodbye that year on the platform of Kings Cross, the one and only time she had kissed him, even if it was only on his cheek. He remembered how after that kiss he had become even more determined to ask her out on a date as soon as he had the chance.

Something had happened sometime during that summer. Sitting there watching her in the shower he could not think of anything that he remembered that could have possibly changed his mind. He had been so determined to ask her to be his girl that even her lack of letters to him had not deterred him from his plan to ask her out. So why was it only now, three years later that he remembered it all? Something had definitely had to have happened to him to make him forget something that had been so very important to him. He took a last look at the girl who had the figure of a goddess, and who with her hair wet and hanging in waves down her back looked so beautiful, as he watched her she turned so that he was looking at her back, what he saw almost instantly had his blood boiling, not from his hormones or the perfect figure, but from the light pink sheen of the soap bubbles running down her back. Angrily he wiped the recording and placed the Omnioculars in his pocket, he would not need them again he had fulfilled his aims.

Leaving the bathroom while tearing the locket from around his neck he knew he should be ashamed of what he had done, but instead he blamed the damn evil locket and its influence. He stood and stared at Hermione who was once again looking sad and almost in tears. Standing watching her his mind once again went over the information he had studied so diligently after Romilda Vane's failed attempt at giving him a love potion and the poisoning of Ron. A slight pink sheen to the sweat produced during any exercise was a very positive indicator of having consumed a strong love potion.

He now finally understood how it was that Hermione could possibly fancy a bone idle, bad mannered third rate wizard who treated her as though he hated her. Harry knew without a doubt that she had been the subject of a love potion; and from what he remembered about love potions it was most probably Amortentia, strongest of them all. Considering it had lasted for so long it was the only answer.

As he thought about it he realised that what he had discovered answered the puzzle of why during the previous year she had distanced herself from him and not in a very pleasant way. It answered his question of how she could fancy Ronald Weasley, who with how he treated her she should hate. It also answered the question of why had he forgotten just how much he had fancied her, how much he had wanted her to be his girl, not Ginny who he somehow ended up with. 'We've both been bloody potioned. It must be thanks to my hate of being controlled that gave me the ability to throw off the imperious, along with that ruddy locket and me being a ruddy randy sod that I am able to get by not being with Ginny, able to forget her as I think of Hermione, it all enables me to overcome the potion'.

Harry went straight over to his bunk and grabbed a small text book from his small private collection of books. Taking a deep breath he went over to the table and placed the text book in front of him. Hermione looked at him, first with a little surprise that he was going to study during what they termed 'their rest and no study hour', the surprise quickly turned into anger when she noticed that he had the potion text book he had said he had gotten rid of. He had the book that had caused a rift in their friendship the previous year. Just as she was about to tell him off, Harry pushed the book in front of her and with his finger pointing at a seventh year potion he asked, "Hermione can you make two doses of this potion."

The rant that was on the tip of Hermione's tongue vanished as she saw the potion he was pointing at and she looked up at him with a question in her eye. "Use the special notes, they apparently make a large difference to what the potion does," he told her quietly.

Hermione looked at the book again and then asked him, "Why would you want a flushing potion?"

Harry sat opposite her his anger bubbling just below the surface and though he wanted to tell her what he had discovered he could not. He knew she would never forgive him for spying on her while she was in the shower. In fact she would probably leave and he would never see her again. "Hermione please can you brew the potion, if I am wrong then you wont need to know where my thoughts are leading me, if I am right you will soon know why I think we should both take a dose."

Hermione her anger about the book still in the back of her mind was going to refuse, but then she thought that it being very rare for Harry to ask for something without a reason, she should do as he asked. She could find out later what he was thinking, just as he had said. The two doses of potion took her almost six hours to complete, and she was surprised at how much easier it was to make a potion when following the hand written tips. They were both ready for bed when the potion was finally ready to be taken.

Harry stood and watched her to make sure she took the whole dose before he downed his dose and then wished her goodnight; he stoked the fire up before he went to his own bed. Harry woke the following morning to hear Hermione ranting about foul red haired bigots and what she was going to do with every one of them. As he struggled from his bed feeling a little weak and placing his glasses on he saw Hermione shredding one of her sheets that had turned pink during the night. The potion they had taken had worked and had flushed the Amortentia out of their bodies with copious amounts of sweat that was why he was feeling weak. He needed a drink; a cup of tea would be perfect right at that time.

Hermione saw Harry get up and she looked down at his bed. Like hers the sheets were a bright pink coloured. "What made you suspect Harry?" she asked having stopped her rant about the Weasley's.

Harry took a deep breath it was time to use his excuse thought up the night before. "Well, something about your lingering scent in the bathroom made me remember some things. Like how I started to fancy you during that ride on Buckbeak in third year, then Yule ball and how absolutely beautiful you looked that night, I wanted you so much. Then all our fifth year I spent trying to get up the courage to ask you to be my girlfriend. Yesterday I wondered how come that had been the last time I had thought about you in that way. I mean before that Christmas I had often thought about how you were growing into a really beautiful woman, how you would make the perfect wife, so what was it made me forget such a thing. That's when I remembered what I had discovered while studying love potions after the Romilda Vane incident. I had hoped to protect myself from any more fan girls trying to potion me so I studied it quite a lot. I remembered a strong love potion can make you ignore someone you have real feelings for if you get repeated doses, well I thought that maybe I had been potioned, decided then that it would be better to be safe than sorry so I asked you to make the potion, I thought it wise to get you to take a dose as well, just in case, him being what he is and in the same family and all."

"Well you can see from my sheets that you were not the only one, and considering who I have been doing stupid things over, we both know who was feeding us the bloody poison." She said and then her eyes opened wide and her head snapped up to stare at him. "You thought I was beautiful, did you really? No one has ever told me that before."

"Not 'did' Hermione, 'I do'. I think you are the most beautiful girl I ever saw, and that includes all those movie and pop stars in all those magazines my aunt always buys." He answered making her blush bright red.

"Thank you Harry," she said quietly before she asked "What are we going to do?"

Harry looked her directly in the eye and answered, "I'm going to take my oh so beautiful woman, and we are going to go back to the muggle world, how long for I don't know, but you deserve so much more than this ice filled tent and poor rations. So we best get packed, I need to some how get some of my money from Gringotts. With the death eaters having control of Diagon, the only way I can see us getting into Gringotts is to go to the Paris branch."

Hermione simply nodded her head in agreement. She was getting sick of being forever cold and damp; she was also sick of being hungry, thanks to Weasley having eaten most of their rations, and it seemed such a wonderful idea to go back to the muggle world where they could hide out quite easily and be well fed and warm at the same time. Without thinking she looked into Harry's eyes and said "I could bloody kiss you for freeing me from that poison and saying those nice things about me, Harry, and I could very happily have your baby for going back to being muggles."

Harry was quite shocked by what she had said but answered her with "That would make me just about the happiest man on the planet Hermione."

Hermione stopped her racing thoughts to remember what she had just said and as the memory flooded into her mind her face blushed bright red, "I mean it Harry, every word." She told him knowing she actually did mean it. She had wanted Harry to be the father of her children since she was eleven years old, until she had been poisoned with a love potion.

Harry stood and stared at her for several seconds as he went over what she was saying, and what his reply had been. Looking her directly in the eyes he spoke up clearly saying "Hermione Jane Granger, will you be my girlfriend, and maybe sometime when all this is over, be the mother of the next generation of Potters?"

Hermione was surprised at his proposal and spoke up almost instantly, "Harry I know what I just said in the heat of the moment, and though we have been best friends for almost seven years we have never so much as kissed, what makes you think we would be compatible as a couple?"

"That's an easy one to answer. I love you, and from the way you have always stood by me, always looked after me, always put me first in your life even when under the influence of a vile drug, I think you love me. Love is all we need for now Hermione. The rest will come on its own." He said seriously as he stepped up to her and pulled her close to him. Then without pausing he kissed her, it was tender and loving, showing her just how much he loved her and wanted her.

As the kiss ended she had a huge smile on her face as she said "Yes Harry, I think you are right, so I will, I'll be your girl." And still being held in his arms she returned the kiss with a little more passion. As the kiss ended Hermione glanced down and looked a little guilty before she said, "Er, I might have sort of kind of fibbed a little to you Harry. My mum and dad… er I didn't obliviate them, I only said that so that they would be safe."

Harry looked at her with a look of relief on his face that she had not expected to see. "That takes some of the weight of my small shoulders," he said with a sigh, "I felt guilty as hell about what you said you had done to them just to accompany me and… the red jerk on this crazy quest."

"Harry… there is a little bit more, I…" she started to say but was cut off by Harry.

"Let me guess, you didn't send them away either. You thought that if the death eater wannabe's heard you say that they were in Australia they would tell their parents. Then the death eaters would not bother to go to your home if they thought that they had left the country." Harry said quietly, a small smile on his lips.

"You know me to well Harry, you know that?" she said with a chuckle, "We can go stay at my home with my mum and dad and I think we would be relatively safe there.

"Right lets get packed then, and you can introduce you fiancé to your folks. We can talk to them about a trip to Paris." Harry said giving her a squeeze to let her know he was not angry about her deception. He would eventually tell her that he thought what she had done was actually rather brilliant, but not before they made sure that the older Grangers were safe and well.

An hour later it was two happy and surprised elder Grangers that welcomed their daughter and to their further surprise her self proclaimed fiancé Harry. The small group spent most of the day talking about what the two teens had been doing. When Harry told them about how Ron had spent his time with them complaining and eating all their food before he eventually deserted them, neither of the two older Grangers were in the least bit surprised.

Hermione's dad Richard commented "Its something you should have expected from him really, according to most of Hermione's letters he is bone idle, thinks of nothing but food and… now what was that sport, oh yes Squiddish, it would also seem he is rather dim witted and a bigot just like his father. Now that man really annoys me, treats us like some sort of half wits, or slightly intelligent pets."

Harry had a look of shock on his face for several long seconds as he thought of what Richard had said about Arthur Weasley, but as he sat there all the times he had witnessed Arthur interact with Muggles, and how he talked about them and he suddenly realised that Richard was right, Arthur was a bigot who thought that Muggles were no different than amusing animals. Hermione was smiling at him as he sat there his head nodding as he was thinking… what she did not know was Harry was beginning to wonder why they were bothering to try to save such a bigot filled society.

As the three Grangers were talking Harry was doing some deep thinking. He had not said a word for almost an hour when he realised that it was quiet. Looking up at the three others with him he saw them all looking at him as if waiting for him to speak. Looking straight at Hermione he let her know what he was thinking. "When I have finished off Voldemort, I'm going to destroy the ministry. I'm going to bring the entire building down, destroy all their equipment so that they can no longer track or find Muggleborn witches and Wizards, we my love are going to start our own magical society, one where blood and all the other stupid beliefs in Wizarding traditions are not accepted, we are going to create a society that is bigoted against bigots. We are going to steal the books and other things that register the births of Muggleborn, we are going to reach out to those muggleborn families before the witch or wizard starts primary school, we will have our own school. We will leave the purebloods to get on with their lives without any muggleborns. We will beat them at their own stupid games and keep them out of our society spreading their poison. We will have a society where we live in the present not in the seventeenth century."

Harry had no idea what to expect but he certainly did not expect it when Hermione jumped into his lap and gave him a kiss that practically wiped his mind clear of all thought. As the kiss ended he just sat there with a vacant look for a minute before he said "After a kiss like that it makes me think we should get married… soon." He chuckled at the look of shock on all the Grangers faces.

Hermione's shocked look slowly slipped away until she spoke to her mother. "Do you think we could get married at the local registry office today?"

Helen Granger smiled at her daughter "sorry but it could not be done that soon, though maybe with a little magic?"

Richard Granger simply sat spluttering as his wife seemed to be encouraging his only child to get married and to use some of their magic to do it. Finally he managed to say, "You… you can't… you're both to young, you would both need parental permission."

Harry not sure if Hermione was joking had a huge grin on his face as he said "Oh that can be sorted, I can ensure that the Dursleys signatures appear where ever they might be needed, and I am sure that you two wonderful parents would want to be there with us to give your permission in person."

Hermione had to remind her dad she just could not resist as she gave a cute pout and said in a simpering girly voice, "But daddy, I am eighteen."

Helen also had a huge grin on her face as she added, "It's a perfect idea Hermione love except it will have to be done tomorrow as it would be too late to do it now. Don't worry about your dad; he's an old softy and wants grand children more than I do. He'll be there to give you away."

Richard was looking at his wife his eyes wide but slowly as he thought about it his head began to nod his agreement. The thought of more children running around filled his mind. He had always wanted a large family but due to a traffic accident he was unable to father any after Hermione had been born.

The following day, what had started as a joke led to Harry and Hermione Potter climbing from the back of the Granger car, both of them were wearing gold rings on their ring finger of their left hand. Helen got out of the front seat of the car with a huge smile on her face. "It was amazing to see you do that magic without a wand Harry, I had no idea that it could be done like that."

"Hermione could do it if she could forget what we learned at Hogwarts and could also remember how she had caused what the ministry calls accidental magic. If she could do that it simply becomes a matter of telling your magic what to do and watch the results. Besides I didn't want her to have a chance to think about what she was doing in case she changed her mind." Harry said as he took hold of his new wife's hand and giving it a squeeze.

At dinner that evening Richard coughed to clear his throat sat up straight and then he spoke with an air of authority. "Right you two, you will leave my house first thing tomorrow," he paused to look at three surprised faces before he smiled "I have booked us all into a small hotel in Paris. Hermione you and Harry will be on the second floor for a weeks honeymoon. Helen dear, you and I will be on the third floor where we will celebrate a second honeymoon." He then gave a short chuckle at the still surprised looks on their faces.

"Richard love, if I remember correctly we were to busy with our finals to take a honeymoon. But I'll accept this as a slightly belated one." Helen said, stopping Richards chuckling instantly.

"Oh yeah, forgot that little detail." he muttered.

True to his word Richard had them all up and dressed by six thirty, he told the two newly wed to pack lightly "From what I have seen of your clothes so far I would say that you are both in need of some new clothes, and what better place to shop than Paris?"

Harry agreed that he most definitely was in need of a new wardrobe, the old hand me downs he had from the Dursleys might fit him better now but they were still all well worn and had seen better days. "We will need to go to Gringotts Paris branch for some money from our vault… while I think about it I should change my will too. I put both you and the Weasel down to share my inheritance equally if the worst should happen. I put you down as the one with power of attorney if I was alive but incapable of making my own decisions," he said looking at Hermione.