Hullo HP lovers. I have emerged from the crisis of not updating and here
is the second chapter. All I really have to say is that Jessica was pretty
damn close in hoping this was a R/HG fic. (if I say she is actually right
on the nose then that would be giving too much away.) oh damn! Did I just
say that?
Love in a Bottle
fic by MuseQ
Disclaimer: Own nothing but the cheese on my back.
Chapter 1: The Delivery
*****
The next day was the eve of the Quidditch finals, and the Great Hall was up to it's usual exited pre-quidditch chatter. Ron had brought a round of butterbeers to replace the traditional pumpkin juice, since it was the final game that he and Harry would play at Hogwarts. He became a beater just as the twins had, and showed talent equal to Dean, his partner.
Harry, despite his utter happiness and anticipation of the cup, was feeling very ill. There was extreme pressure from the team and his fellow Gryffindors, for he had to catch the snitch at a specific time to win the match. He had only felt this bad once, and it was before his very first game. But now he had surpassed that point, and wondered if he could make it to the bathroom in time if he ever had to *reverse* what he consumed.
Ginny sat at the end by herself looking, if not more, equally nauseous. her eyes darted around wildly until she spotted Hermione walking in from the entrance. She breathed deeply. 'Okay, Ginny,' she thought to herself, 'no turning back now.'
Hermione must have thought and rethought her position a million times before deciding to actually go through with it. 'This is stupid', she thought once, 'Why couldn't she just talk to him? To enchant his thoughts just to get his attention is a foul way indeed. It's just a crush anyway. She'll grow out of it hopefully before graduation.'
Her matured mind made up excuse after excuse as to why she shouldn't do this. Yet, a small part of her kept pulling at the brilliance of successfully making a guy eat out of your hand. It was a feeling the carefree, romantic half of her that seldom individuals have seen couldn't refuse.
She looked around after locating Harry, and spotted an abandoned, unused goblet on the edge of the Hufflepuff table and casually picked it up. After filling it halfway with butterbeer, she pulled out the love potion from her vest pocket. 'This is for you, Ginny.' Uncorking it, she poured it in.
*
Professor Lupin, having just graded the day's class work, decided to use this time to pay Harry a visit before the match the next day, if not to wish him luck.
As he entered the hall, his eyes traveled immediately to the Gryffindor table, at first overlooking the lone Gryffindor standing frozen in the middle of the hall. Looking back, he realized that firstly it was Hermione Granger, and secondly she looked like she'd just stood face-to-face with Voldemort. Curious, he made his way to her through the sea of exited students.
"Hermione?" He asked carefully.
"Yes?" She said after a pause, her gaze never leaving a large crack on the wall.
"Are you... well?" He tried pleasently, but got no reaction. "Hermione?"
In an instant she was facing him, and after a moment of shock he realized she was holding a goblet in his hands.
"Please, Professor," Hermione pleaded, "give this to Harry. I can't do it!"
"I don't understand..."
"He asked for butterbear!" She said in a high-piched voice. "And I feel... faint... I- should get some rest..." She shoved the goblet so hard it almost spilled after impact with Remus' chest.
"Alright, Hermione," He said after a moment of confusion, "I'm heading that way anyway..."
But Hermione was already darting for the Hall entrance without a backward glance.
*
He was staring at his plate, the untouched food gradually getting cold. A goblet lowered in front of him, and he raised his head slightly at his DADA professor.
"Harry? You'd better at least drink something; you look like Black Death warmed up." Remus peered down at his pale features.
"Yeah, well, maybe it's better than a full moon." he said with a smirk, but quickly regretted it.
Remus laughed. "That was below the belt, but I'll let it slip this time. Now drink."
At the same time, Ginny was watching Harry carefully. Her heart beat faster as he raised the cup to his lips and tipped it slightly to his face. But before the liquid touched his lips, his eyes bulged suddenly and the goblet slipped out of his hands. Remus caught it instantly, a small dribble flowing down the side and onto his hand. Harry spun around to whoever was next to him, and the entire table watched as he poured his lunch on the victim.
"Holy hell, Harry!" Ron jumped to his feet and shook off Harry's turkey sandwhich. The table rolled with laughter.
Ginny exhaled the breath she had been subconsciously holding and sighed. 'This is so hopeless...' She thought miserably. She slipped out of the Great Hall and ran down the corridor.
Harry now leaned against the table, seeming a little relieved with his stomach. "Sorry, Ron..." he mumbled as the steaming red-head stomped out of the Great Hall.
*
Hermione, relieved to be out of eye contact with Harry, 'who is probably drugged on illegal potion at this moment!!' slid down the wall next to her and sat in a defeated heap. 'I was right; I should of talked more sense into her.what have I done?!'
At that moment she felt a rush of air as Ginny fled past her in a fit of sobs. 'Oh, Ginny!' Hermione spun around in time to see her robes disappear behind a bathroom door. Not knowing what else to do she took off after her.
*
"I would just relax now if I were you, probably get a few extra hours of sleep." said Remus, shaking off the butterbeer that spilled on his hand. Glancing around shyly, he quickly hunched his head and licked the sticky line.
'Mmm...' he thought amusingly, 'I hadn't tasted butterbeer in so long. Perhaps Ms. Granger wouldn't mind if I helped myself to Harry's share..."
Glancing at Harry wobbling out after Ron, Remus raised the goblet to his lips.
"Professor!" shrieked a voice from behind him. Remus turned and lowered the goblet.
"What happened, Neville?" he replied smoothly.
Neville stared at him, then quickly replied, "The g-grindylows for the third-year c-class escaped... in the kitchens... all over the place... "
Remus stared at him. "What?"
"S-slytherins sir! They were fooling around... i-in the s-storage where you keep them and... a-and let them out..." Neville collaped in the shair next to him and tried to calm himself down. The professor would later learn that he was one of the first attacked and the only one to get out of the kitchens without more than a scratch on him.
"Alright, Neville. You head up to the hospital wing for a quick check-up. I'll contact the headmaster and we'll take care of this."
Remus set down the goblet and pulled out his wand. He went to leave, but a sudden thought passed his mind. Pivoting, he swept the goblet back up, drank it down in two large gulps.
'No sense in wasting.' He concluded, and left for the kitchens, mentally preparing the spells he'll need to control the dilemma.
~~
More to come maybe hopefully haha Reviews are on the house!! As many as you want!!!
Love in a Bottle
fic by MuseQ
Disclaimer: Own nothing but the cheese on my back.
Chapter 1: The Delivery
*****
The next day was the eve of the Quidditch finals, and the Great Hall was up to it's usual exited pre-quidditch chatter. Ron had brought a round of butterbeers to replace the traditional pumpkin juice, since it was the final game that he and Harry would play at Hogwarts. He became a beater just as the twins had, and showed talent equal to Dean, his partner.
Harry, despite his utter happiness and anticipation of the cup, was feeling very ill. There was extreme pressure from the team and his fellow Gryffindors, for he had to catch the snitch at a specific time to win the match. He had only felt this bad once, and it was before his very first game. But now he had surpassed that point, and wondered if he could make it to the bathroom in time if he ever had to *reverse* what he consumed.
Ginny sat at the end by herself looking, if not more, equally nauseous. her eyes darted around wildly until she spotted Hermione walking in from the entrance. She breathed deeply. 'Okay, Ginny,' she thought to herself, 'no turning back now.'
Hermione must have thought and rethought her position a million times before deciding to actually go through with it. 'This is stupid', she thought once, 'Why couldn't she just talk to him? To enchant his thoughts just to get his attention is a foul way indeed. It's just a crush anyway. She'll grow out of it hopefully before graduation.'
Her matured mind made up excuse after excuse as to why she shouldn't do this. Yet, a small part of her kept pulling at the brilliance of successfully making a guy eat out of your hand. It was a feeling the carefree, romantic half of her that seldom individuals have seen couldn't refuse.
She looked around after locating Harry, and spotted an abandoned, unused goblet on the edge of the Hufflepuff table and casually picked it up. After filling it halfway with butterbeer, she pulled out the love potion from her vest pocket. 'This is for you, Ginny.' Uncorking it, she poured it in.
*
Professor Lupin, having just graded the day's class work, decided to use this time to pay Harry a visit before the match the next day, if not to wish him luck.
As he entered the hall, his eyes traveled immediately to the Gryffindor table, at first overlooking the lone Gryffindor standing frozen in the middle of the hall. Looking back, he realized that firstly it was Hermione Granger, and secondly she looked like she'd just stood face-to-face with Voldemort. Curious, he made his way to her through the sea of exited students.
"Hermione?" He asked carefully.
"Yes?" She said after a pause, her gaze never leaving a large crack on the wall.
"Are you... well?" He tried pleasently, but got no reaction. "Hermione?"
In an instant she was facing him, and after a moment of shock he realized she was holding a goblet in his hands.
"Please, Professor," Hermione pleaded, "give this to Harry. I can't do it!"
"I don't understand..."
"He asked for butterbear!" She said in a high-piched voice. "And I feel... faint... I- should get some rest..." She shoved the goblet so hard it almost spilled after impact with Remus' chest.
"Alright, Hermione," He said after a moment of confusion, "I'm heading that way anyway..."
But Hermione was already darting for the Hall entrance without a backward glance.
*
He was staring at his plate, the untouched food gradually getting cold. A goblet lowered in front of him, and he raised his head slightly at his DADA professor.
"Harry? You'd better at least drink something; you look like Black Death warmed up." Remus peered down at his pale features.
"Yeah, well, maybe it's better than a full moon." he said with a smirk, but quickly regretted it.
Remus laughed. "That was below the belt, but I'll let it slip this time. Now drink."
At the same time, Ginny was watching Harry carefully. Her heart beat faster as he raised the cup to his lips and tipped it slightly to his face. But before the liquid touched his lips, his eyes bulged suddenly and the goblet slipped out of his hands. Remus caught it instantly, a small dribble flowing down the side and onto his hand. Harry spun around to whoever was next to him, and the entire table watched as he poured his lunch on the victim.
"Holy hell, Harry!" Ron jumped to his feet and shook off Harry's turkey sandwhich. The table rolled with laughter.
Ginny exhaled the breath she had been subconsciously holding and sighed. 'This is so hopeless...' She thought miserably. She slipped out of the Great Hall and ran down the corridor.
Harry now leaned against the table, seeming a little relieved with his stomach. "Sorry, Ron..." he mumbled as the steaming red-head stomped out of the Great Hall.
*
Hermione, relieved to be out of eye contact with Harry, 'who is probably drugged on illegal potion at this moment!!' slid down the wall next to her and sat in a defeated heap. 'I was right; I should of talked more sense into her.what have I done?!'
At that moment she felt a rush of air as Ginny fled past her in a fit of sobs. 'Oh, Ginny!' Hermione spun around in time to see her robes disappear behind a bathroom door. Not knowing what else to do she took off after her.
*
"I would just relax now if I were you, probably get a few extra hours of sleep." said Remus, shaking off the butterbeer that spilled on his hand. Glancing around shyly, he quickly hunched his head and licked the sticky line.
'Mmm...' he thought amusingly, 'I hadn't tasted butterbeer in so long. Perhaps Ms. Granger wouldn't mind if I helped myself to Harry's share..."
Glancing at Harry wobbling out after Ron, Remus raised the goblet to his lips.
"Professor!" shrieked a voice from behind him. Remus turned and lowered the goblet.
"What happened, Neville?" he replied smoothly.
Neville stared at him, then quickly replied, "The g-grindylows for the third-year c-class escaped... in the kitchens... all over the place... "
Remus stared at him. "What?"
"S-slytherins sir! They were fooling around... i-in the s-storage where you keep them and... a-and let them out..." Neville collaped in the shair next to him and tried to calm himself down. The professor would later learn that he was one of the first attacked and the only one to get out of the kitchens without more than a scratch on him.
"Alright, Neville. You head up to the hospital wing for a quick check-up. I'll contact the headmaster and we'll take care of this."
Remus set down the goblet and pulled out his wand. He went to leave, but a sudden thought passed his mind. Pivoting, he swept the goblet back up, drank it down in two large gulps.
'No sense in wasting.' He concluded, and left for the kitchens, mentally preparing the spells he'll need to control the dilemma.
~~
More to come maybe hopefully haha Reviews are on the house!! As many as you want!!!