Prompt for 12th January 2021: Where Hermione consumes Felix Felicis so she could finally beat Harry in a duel... but her luck leads to other things.
'Heck of a wand you've got there, Potter,' whispered Hermione mischievously in Harry's ear.
'Oh, believe me, I've been whomping my willow thinking about you for ages, Granger,' he groaned.
A warm flush appeared on Hermione's cheeks as Harry's hands wandered dangerously low, yet the Felix Felicis in her system was not making her nervous at all. She was surprised that the potion had helped her charm him into staying behind after their duel in the Room of Requirement (which she let him win to ensure he'll be in good spirits when she later approached him).
'That's actually kinda hot,' confessed Hermione while Harry resumed kissing her neck. Perhaps it was her competitive nature, but she was pleased that Harry's less than honourable thoughts had been so consumed by her. 'In fact,' she found herself saying. 'I may have thought of you like that once or twice.'
'Really?' said a surprised-looking Harry, giving Hermione such an earnest and hopeful look that her heart did an little tap dance.
'Yes,' she said, realising the potion wanted her to be honest. 'Despite appearances, I've liked you for a long time.'
'Me too,' admitted Harry.
'So,' she grinned. 'Ready to get lucky, Potter?'