The Potion
Fred ran his fingers through his hair in frustration. Above his head he held his wand with a beam of light arising from the end. He stood up on tiptoe, moving jars of pickled fruit bats and elf intestines. It was so hard to find what he was looking for in this dark and dusty cupboard! Then he found it in the very back of a high shelf- dried apple tree roots. He put his wand in his mouth and tried to reach the jar without tipping anything over. He stood on an upturned bucket and gripped the edge with his fingers, but still couldn't reach. He sighed and put his hands down. Taking his wand from his mouth, he looked at it as if he just realized it was there. What an idiot!
"Accio apple tree root!" he whispered. The glass jar hovered into the air and landed in Fred's open hands.
He took a crumpled piece of paper from his pocket. Looking it over, he smiled approvingly and tucked it away again. He had just snagged the last ingredient for a simple, yet affective love potion. The reason he was gathering things at night was because love potions were obviously banned at Hogwarts. Well, not to him they weren't. Especially now. He needed a powerful weapon to come off in the better end of this bet. Just a shot of this in Ron's morning pumpkin juice and Fred's problems were solved. Why hadn't he thought of this before?
Fred silently crept down the halls into his secret hiding- rather, secret brewing- place, which happened to be a room on the fourth floor that was completely invisible. The only reason he knew about it was because of the Maurder's Map. It was the perfect hide out for something so risky.
He felt along the wall for a rusty door knob. He found it quickly and opened the door. Already bubbling on an open fire was a small couldron full of a purple liquid. Fred added his last ingredient, which turned it into a clear potion, about the same thickness as milk. Ron would never know he was under the powers of a love potion.
Finished, he thought as stirred the liquid and tapped the spoon against the rim to get all of the excess off. Now just slip some to Ronniekins, sit back, and watch the magic happen.
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It was a very tricky procedure. Like surgery. A life or death situation. Some how, Fred was going to pour a small vial full of potion into Ron's goblet without him looking. Fred had been going over the plan all morning. He just might be able to pull it off if all went well. First, he placed a small firework under the Slytherin table. He had enchanted it so it would spark at exactly the right time. Then, when Ron would look over to see what was happening, Fred would lean over the table and pretend to be paying attention to what was happening, too. Then he would pull the vial out of his sleeve and pour it quickly into Ron's juice. It might work. Fred could do it... he hoped.
Surprisingly, everything was going to plan so far. Everyone was even in the perfect seats! Ron, Hermione, Harry, and George were on the side of the table closest to Slytherin, while Ginny was on the end and Fred on one side all by himself. The firework went off, as planned, and even succeded in sparking the end of Malfoy's robes (even though
Fred hadn't expected that to happen). While everyone was distracted, Fred slyly tipped the contents of the vial into the cup. When the chaos had subsided, Fred sighed with relief while watching Ron take a sip of juice.
Ron scrunched up his nose and put down his goblet. "This tastes funny," he remarked.
Oh no! Fred had never even considered the way it tasted! But it didn't really matter; Ron had already consumed the potion, which was all that mattered.
"Here, let me taste it," Harry reached over Hermione's plate for Ron's glass.
Fred froze. No! he thought. Stop! Put down the goblet! Oh, please, don't drink... don't drink!
Too late. Harry took a long gulp of the pumpkin juice- and the love potion.
"You're right. It does taste odd." Harry put down the goblet.
"You taste it, Fred," Ron suggested.
Fred cleverly tipped it over while reaching. The last thing he needed was himself to be falling in love with Hermione. He had already messed things up enough this morning.
It's a really short chapter, but I can't think of what else to write. Thanks to all who reviewed so far. The poll is Harry=15 and Ron=19. I still don't know how this will end...
By the way, I noticed that Fanfiction doesn't include certain characters in user's names. So just to clear things up, my name isn't Quidditch Anyone; it's supposed to be Quidditch, Anyone? I know I'm being ridiculous, but that just was bugging me. Okey-dokey, I'm done.
-Q,A?