Title: The Desirable One
Prompt:
In which during Deathly Hallows, as Harry reads the Daily Prophet and sees that he's Undesirable Number One:
Harry: "Hey, look, I'm Undesirable Number One."
Hermione, scoffing: "What a load of rubbish. You're very desirable."
Harry: "... what?"
Hermione: "You heard me."
Summary: Hermione finds Harry to be pretty desirable.
It had been days since Ron had left them on their own. But it felt like weeks. Talking between Harry and Hermione was at an all-time low. They were barely mumbling coherent words to one another. The monotonous chores of their now everyday life had become second nature. They were able to wake in the morning, disassemble the tent, apparate to a new location, erect the tent, and then start the process all over again without so much as a 'Good Morning'.
But this changed one day when Harry happened to be fiddling around inside Hermione's small, beaded handbag looking for a change of pants, when his fingertips grazed over a pile of what felt like thick paper. Curiosity got the better of him, he withdrew the topmost one, and when he surveyed it, he found himself staring back up at himself, and became rather confused. He realised, after watching himself stupidly blink a couple of times, that they were the Undesirable Number One posters that had littered the walls of the Ministry of Magic.
Someone had magically enchanted them to say Desirable Number One instead.
He reached back into the bag and started pulling them out one-by-one. It wasn't just the top one that had been changed. All of them now read Desirable.
"Hermione?"
"Hmm?"
Hermione remained completely oblivious to Harry's discovery. She was lying on the bottom bunk of the bed, reading the copy of The Tales of Beedle and the Bard that she'd inherited from Albus Dumbledore, and much like the rest of that week, she didn't even bother to look up at him when being addressed. Harry took two of the posters, held them up and then looked towards her.
"Could you explain these please?"
When Hermione finally looked up, her solemn and gloomy mood changed. A small smile finally appeared on her face, perhaps for the first time since they'd become a duo, and she actually closed her book and sat up.
"Oh, that," she said rather happily, beaming at her handywork, "I took as many as I could whilst we were at the Ministry and improved them—"
"Why?" Harry asked curiously.
"Because it was a load of rubbish," Hermione told him whilst rolling her eyes, "you're very desirable, Harry."
"What do you mean?"
"Come here," she said, she put aside her book, patted the bed beside her suggestively and then smiled, "I'll show you."