Disclaimer: I don't own any Harry Potter characters.
A/N: Written for Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry (Challenges and Assignments)
Aquatic Studies - Merfolk
Task #7: Rikki, Emma, Cleo (H2O): Write about performing a ritual. (Man, I miss that show.)
Romilda Vane knew exactly when she started getting attracted to Harry Potter. It was her fourth year and she and her friends were giggling over who would invite Harry to sit with them instead of with Ginny Weasley, Luna Lovegood and Neville Longbottom. Ginny wasn't too bad in her opinion, but Luna and Neville?
Being the true Gryffindor she was, Romilda opened the compartment door and confidently strolled in.
To her shock, Harry turned down the opportunity to sit with her and her friends. "This has to be some sort of joke," she complained to her friends as they walked back to their compartment. "He could sit with us and he wants to sit with them?"
'Harry Potter, you will understand.' She thought to herself. 'Let's think of this as a love game.'
The brunette sat in the abandoned bathroom on the second floor one night. Moaning Myrtle didn't mind, she didn't have company often so having someone else around was a treat for the ghost.
She was originally going to do this with her friends but decided to go solo. After all, there was only room for one in Harry's heart.
Peering out one of the windows, Romilda saw a full moon and smirk.
"Perfect," she mumbled to herself.
"What are you doing exactly?" Myrtle piped up, ruining Romilda's train of thought.
"Oh, nothing," Romilda lied smoothly. "Just making something."
The ghost raised an eyebrow but disappeared into one of the stalls while the Gryffindor sat down in the moonlight with some supplies.
Romilda poured some love potion she bought from Ginny's older brothers into a small cauldron, making sure the moon shone on it. She stirred counter clockwise three times before looking over a set of instructions.
She winced as she pulled out a strand of hair and dropped it in next.
"Milda, you got this," she encouraged herself as she watched the hair dissolve. "Tons of witches and wizards do this, I'm sure. Just a simple love ritual."
She flipped the page over.
"Next, stir clockwise five times," she muttered. "And think of the one you want to bewitch."
Clearing her throat, she started to stir. "By the light of the moon and strength of my heart, I wish for Harry Potter to fall in love with me."
Smirking, she carefully poured the concoction onto chocolate cauldrons. She set off to find the Chosen One, he'd be hers in no time.
Somehow her plan went horribly wrong. Frist, Harry didn't even eat the treats, his friend did!
"You back off!" Ron had shouted as he took a swing at Harry to Romilda's horror.
"Stop it!" The girl shrieked as her friends cowered.
"Lets-" Harry grunted as he attempted to pull his friend away. "Let's take you somewhere to cool down."
As if that wasn't bad enough, Harry started dating Ginny! How her heart couldn't take it!
"Oh, tell me," Romilda begged Ginny one day in the common room. "Does he really have a hippogriff tattooed across his chest?"
"No," Ginny replied dully as she flipped though an edition of the Quibbler.
The younger Gryffindor pouted.
"It's a Hungarian Horntail," Ginny dropped casually.
Romilda squealed. How delightful!
The redhead rolled her eyes, not understanding the big fuss.
'Guess Ginny wins this love game,' Romilda thought to herself.
A/N: Thanks for reading.