Author's Note: And we return to semi-ordinary interruptions. Though this one isn't from Harry...
Just assume that what happened here didn't go any further than snogging.
"There you go," said Fred proudly. "Best range of love potions you'll find anywhere."
Ginny raised an eyebrow skeptically. "Do they work?" she asked.
"Ginny!" Hermione gasped in horror. "Those are highly unethical!"
Ginny rolled her eyes. "Oh, right, like you weren't giggling along with me when Mum told us about how she got Dad," she said, tossing her head. "Gotten high-and-mighty, have we?"
"I was thirteen! I didn't know any better! Ginny - I don't mean to criticize your mother, but - that isn't funny. If you have to drug someone to confess to you, you just shouldn't - " Hermione shook her head furiously and rounded on Fred and George. "And you! Selling these things to impressionable girls - making it seem as though it's acceptable - I daresay -"
"Oh, come on, Hermione, stop being such a killjoy," Fred said, rolling his eyes. "You're just jealous because you don't have a boy to use them on."
The transformation that overcame Hermione's features was terrifying; it was as though a light suddenly shut off behind her eyes, and a look of most-un-Hermione-ish cunning stole over her face. Harry shied away from her as she smiled coyly at Fred. "Actually, I do have an idea of someone to use them on, thank you," she said, picking up a bottle and eyeing it with a most appraising look. "Say - how much for one? Or two?"
Fred gave a wolf whistle and checked the price tag. "Two, eh? I knew there was a wild witch under that bookish exterior..."
"Oh, yes," Hermione said, wearing a smile more appropriate to something out of Care of Magical Creatures. "I'm already making plans..."
All right, all right, Granger, we GET IT. WE AGREE. LOVE POTIONS ARE UNETHICAL. WE'RE TAKING THEM OFF OUR SHELVES AS WE SPEAK.
You didn't have to do that. BLOODY HELL. THAT WASN'T FUNNY.
I mean, of course I knew George was an excellent kisser - he couldn't be otherwise, being the twin of my magnificent self and all that - but I NEVER NEEDED TO FIND OUT FOR MYSELF!
Hermione let out a maniacal cackle, provoking a very disturbed look from Ron.
"What is it?" he asked, doing his best to repair his broom. One of the twigs snapped in two; he winced. "Fifty-percent-off sale on the latest edition of Hogwarts: A History or something?"
"Oh, nothing," she said sweetly. "It's a moral victory, Ron. Just a moral victory."
"That's the sort of laugh I'd expect over an immoral victory, if anything," Ron muttered, but went back to his work.