The Princesses of Harry Potter
Chapter Two- The Potion Princess
The next afternoon, while everyone was enjoying their weekend, Ginny and Hermione sat in the abandoned girls lavatory (ignoring the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets and Moaning Myrtle- which was harder) brewing up the love potion, which was to be used on ' Neville'.
" All I have to do is mix the potion with butterbeer, and get him to drink it?" Ginny had been prepared for long processes for it to work. It was almost too simple.
Hermione nodded, adding a small tube of liquid to the cauldron, " yes, but don't add anymore than a drop or two, other wise, there's going to be some serious problems".
Ginny leaned over the sink (not the one that was the entrance), " what happens when it wears off?".
" It'll take at least three hours to do so", she grinned to herself, " and hopefully, but that time, you'll have him just where you want him" Hermione smiled in her direction.
Ginny raised an eyebrow, " have you ever thought about using this with Harry?".
Continuing with the ingredients, Hermione laughed, " I have no reason too".
" I meant before he asked you to be his girlfriend?" Ginny had to find out from her brother that Harry was the one to ask.
Hermione paused, " no, I knew it wouldn't work, his mind is too strong. The potion calls for a few drops, I'd have to have given him the entire cauldron for it to work".
A sly smirk crept across the young girls lips. Hermione stood, completing the potion. Carrying the cauldron to the last stall, she placed it behind the toilet in case.
" Next weekend is a Hogsmeade visit, Neville's grandmother still wont let him go, that's the best time. Just remember, no more than a few drops".
The next seven days went by faster than expected. While Ginny tried to hide her dark obsession better than she did before. She stopped looking at him from hidden corners, and stopped thinking about him. Her thoughts were only on the cauldron in the lavatory. In Charms class (the only class Ginny was in with Harry, and Hermione was not there), Ginny sat next to him, occasionally looking up for a second without him knowing. But she knew what she'd be doing to him, never thinking of the consequences.
Neville did have a role in Ginny's plan, even if he wasn't the one who'd be drinking any love potion. Everyone was preparing to leave for Hogsmeade, she rushed to the bathroom. On her knees in the end stall, she poured the entire amount into the bottle, making sure it wasn't noticeable that something had been added.
That giggle really got on her nerves. " You're going to regret this".
" Shut up Myrtle, if I wanted your opinion, I would have asked for it!".
Ginny walked into the semi-empty common room. Neville was silently reading at one of the tables.
" Neville, is Harry here?" she asked, out of breath from the running.
He looked over at her, " he's in his dorm, changing for Quidditch practice".
She placed the bottle next to his book, " can you give this to him for me, and make sure he drinks it?".
" Aren't you going to Hogsmeade?".
" Yes! That's why I'm in a rush!" she lied, " can you please make sure he drinks the entire thing?".
" You know Ginny, he already figured out that you like him, I'm sure you gave no reason to be embarrassed by giving him things anymore" he examined the butterbeer, " this is a rather odd gift".
Ginny struggled for a response, " I'm not embarrassed, I just one to be nice. Now get him to drink it!". She dashed from the room and across the hallway. Near one of the way windows, she stood against the pillar. Her heart caught in her throat, thinking her plan may fail. Passing time felt like an eternity.
Then, the fat lady's portrait opened, Ginny his completely until she heard it close again. It was Harry, she could see him, but he couldn't see her, maybe if his concentration was better.
Dressed for Quidditch, Harry stopped dead in his tracks in the corridor. How was she to know if the potion was working? Or if he had taken it all. There really was only one way to find out.
She walked out of her hiding place, in clear view for Harry. He looked at her, and she could see the dazed look in his emerald eyes. He had defiantly drunken the potion. Her being the first person he sees after doing so was just trick, according to the book Hermione had. But he didn't want either of them to think of that name.
" Ginny, hi" he sounded as thought he had just woken up.
" Hi" she smiled, for once not being her shy self. " You don't look so well". He shrugged. Ginny decided there was no time for small talk, if it worked, she had to find out. Time was too limited.
She, after a few moments of silence, pushed herself onto tiptoe, pressing her lips firmly onto his, keeping an arm around his neck. Certainly being horrified had he not been under a spell, there really was no reason to.
It had worked.
Harry returned her gesture without hesitation. He was lured into her trap, and because of the new state of mind, he didn't know the damage of the actions. Or the consequences they would bring.
Meanwhile, with her boyfriend under a dangerous love spell, and one of her good friends in the process of betraying her, Hermione realized she had left her pocket of gold in the common room. A visit to Hogsmeade would be boring and useless without it. She rushed down the corridor, under strict order by Professor McGonagall to be no more than two minutes.
Neville caught her before she could make the turn, down the hallway, and to the room.
" Sorry, Neville, I haven't got the time right now".
She only made it a foot or two past him when he said, " I think there's something wrong with Harry".
On the wall right outside the Gryffindor common room, Harry was hardly conscious, struggling to sit. " Harry!". Hermione slid onto her knees at his side. Shifting his upper body into his lap, he couldn't have noticed. " Harry, can you hear me?" she turned to Neville who was standing right behind her, " what happened to him?".
" I don't know, honest. I was going to the library, and I came out here, and he was just like this".
" Alone?".
" Yes".
Hermione placed her hand across Harry's forehead, " oh my god, he's so warm. Go get Madame Pomfrey, hurry!".
Neville took off from the sight. Hermione kept holding Harry in her lap. In the consciousness that he had, the words he tried to say didn't make sense. It was only one word he was trying to say repeatedly.
But he couldn't say the name ' Ginny' clear enough for Hermione to understand.
Chapter Two- The Potion Princess
The next afternoon, while everyone was enjoying their weekend, Ginny and Hermione sat in the abandoned girls lavatory (ignoring the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets and Moaning Myrtle- which was harder) brewing up the love potion, which was to be used on ' Neville'.
" All I have to do is mix the potion with butterbeer, and get him to drink it?" Ginny had been prepared for long processes for it to work. It was almost too simple.
Hermione nodded, adding a small tube of liquid to the cauldron, " yes, but don't add anymore than a drop or two, other wise, there's going to be some serious problems".
Ginny leaned over the sink (not the one that was the entrance), " what happens when it wears off?".
" It'll take at least three hours to do so", she grinned to herself, " and hopefully, but that time, you'll have him just where you want him" Hermione smiled in her direction.
Ginny raised an eyebrow, " have you ever thought about using this with Harry?".
Continuing with the ingredients, Hermione laughed, " I have no reason too".
" I meant before he asked you to be his girlfriend?" Ginny had to find out from her brother that Harry was the one to ask.
Hermione paused, " no, I knew it wouldn't work, his mind is too strong. The potion calls for a few drops, I'd have to have given him the entire cauldron for it to work".
A sly smirk crept across the young girls lips. Hermione stood, completing the potion. Carrying the cauldron to the last stall, she placed it behind the toilet in case.
" Next weekend is a Hogsmeade visit, Neville's grandmother still wont let him go, that's the best time. Just remember, no more than a few drops".
The next seven days went by faster than expected. While Ginny tried to hide her dark obsession better than she did before. She stopped looking at him from hidden corners, and stopped thinking about him. Her thoughts were only on the cauldron in the lavatory. In Charms class (the only class Ginny was in with Harry, and Hermione was not there), Ginny sat next to him, occasionally looking up for a second without him knowing. But she knew what she'd be doing to him, never thinking of the consequences.
Neville did have a role in Ginny's plan, even if he wasn't the one who'd be drinking any love potion. Everyone was preparing to leave for Hogsmeade, she rushed to the bathroom. On her knees in the end stall, she poured the entire amount into the bottle, making sure it wasn't noticeable that something had been added.
That giggle really got on her nerves. " You're going to regret this".
" Shut up Myrtle, if I wanted your opinion, I would have asked for it!".
Ginny walked into the semi-empty common room. Neville was silently reading at one of the tables.
" Neville, is Harry here?" she asked, out of breath from the running.
He looked over at her, " he's in his dorm, changing for Quidditch practice".
She placed the bottle next to his book, " can you give this to him for me, and make sure he drinks it?".
" Aren't you going to Hogsmeade?".
" Yes! That's why I'm in a rush!" she lied, " can you please make sure he drinks the entire thing?".
" You know Ginny, he already figured out that you like him, I'm sure you gave no reason to be embarrassed by giving him things anymore" he examined the butterbeer, " this is a rather odd gift".
Ginny struggled for a response, " I'm not embarrassed, I just one to be nice. Now get him to drink it!". She dashed from the room and across the hallway. Near one of the way windows, she stood against the pillar. Her heart caught in her throat, thinking her plan may fail. Passing time felt like an eternity.
Then, the fat lady's portrait opened, Ginny his completely until she heard it close again. It was Harry, she could see him, but he couldn't see her, maybe if his concentration was better.
Dressed for Quidditch, Harry stopped dead in his tracks in the corridor. How was she to know if the potion was working? Or if he had taken it all. There really was only one way to find out.
She walked out of her hiding place, in clear view for Harry. He looked at her, and she could see the dazed look in his emerald eyes. He had defiantly drunken the potion. Her being the first person he sees after doing so was just trick, according to the book Hermione had. But he didn't want either of them to think of that name.
" Ginny, hi" he sounded as thought he had just woken up.
" Hi" she smiled, for once not being her shy self. " You don't look so well". He shrugged. Ginny decided there was no time for small talk, if it worked, she had to find out. Time was too limited.
She, after a few moments of silence, pushed herself onto tiptoe, pressing her lips firmly onto his, keeping an arm around his neck. Certainly being horrified had he not been under a spell, there really was no reason to.
It had worked.
Harry returned her gesture without hesitation. He was lured into her trap, and because of the new state of mind, he didn't know the damage of the actions. Or the consequences they would bring.
Meanwhile, with her boyfriend under a dangerous love spell, and one of her good friends in the process of betraying her, Hermione realized she had left her pocket of gold in the common room. A visit to Hogsmeade would be boring and useless without it. She rushed down the corridor, under strict order by Professor McGonagall to be no more than two minutes.
Neville caught her before she could make the turn, down the hallway, and to the room.
" Sorry, Neville, I haven't got the time right now".
She only made it a foot or two past him when he said, " I think there's something wrong with Harry".
On the wall right outside the Gryffindor common room, Harry was hardly conscious, struggling to sit. " Harry!". Hermione slid onto her knees at his side. Shifting his upper body into his lap, he couldn't have noticed. " Harry, can you hear me?" she turned to Neville who was standing right behind her, " what happened to him?".
" I don't know, honest. I was going to the library, and I came out here, and he was just like this".
" Alone?".
" Yes".
Hermione placed her hand across Harry's forehead, " oh my god, he's so warm. Go get Madame Pomfrey, hurry!".
Neville took off from the sight. Hermione kept holding Harry in her lap. In the consciousness that he had, the words he tried to say didn't make sense. It was only one word he was trying to say repeatedly.
But he couldn't say the name ' Ginny' clear enough for Hermione to understand.