As a reminder, I DON'T OWN ANYTHING!
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I'd also like to thank all of those who've reviewed. I really appreciate the support and kind comments, but I'd also like some constructive criticism as to what I can do to make this story better. Thanx again! Now read. (
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Hermione hadn't been to class all day and it was starting to worry Ron. Had he really caused her to get hurt? Maybe indirectly, but still, it was kind of his fault. He was the one who had kissed her, and if he had just told her that he liked her she wouldn't have fainted and hit her head on the dresser.
He had decided he had to see her after classes. Just to make sure she was all right. If she wasn't he didn't know what he would do.
"Begin." Shouted Snape, who had just finished writing their instructions on how to make a True Love Virtuism Potion.
After a few very complicated steps were completed in their potion, Ron was struck with a "brilliant" idea. If he could somehow bottle some of this potion without Snape seeing, he could see if Hermione felt the same way about him before he revealed his secret to her.
Upon deciding this, Ron took a very keen interest in making this potion turn out correctly. Hell, he might as well get good marks in class along with finding out if the love of his life had feelings for him too. This was also a surefire way to make sure the potion had turned out correctly and wouldn't have any bad side effects. Snape was the best critic in the world since he hated the Gryffindors, and wouldn't give them a complement unless the potion was absolutely perfect. Even then it was iffy.
Before class was dismissed, Harry had moved in front of the cauldron blocking Snape's view of Ron, as he dipped out a small vile of the potion.
As Harry carefully moved back around the cauldron, Snape turned and saw him come precariously close to adding more Black Beetle Bile. This made him curious as to how their potion had turned out, so of course he just had to torture them.
"Weasley! I'd like for you to demonstrate the effects of your potion. Would you please administer it on Mr. Potter." Secretly Snape wanted to know whom Potter liked, so he could torture him endlessly. This was just a wonderful way to find out with no one suspecting.
Harry gulped down the potion bravely. To everyone's surprise, nothing happened to him noticeably on the outside. Then Snape asked,
"So Harry, we all want to know, who do you like or should I say love?"
With that question, Harry stiffened up. His eyes went foggy. Sweat began to break out in beads on his forehead. Then he began to speak in a voice that was not his own. (Husky)
"She's quite a beautiful girl really. Kind of the quiet type. She's nice to everyone. And I absolutely love her hair and the way it reflects the sunlight. Then there's her beautiful brown eyes. (Sigh) I guess you've all figured it out now. So I guess I'll just come out and say it. I like Virginia Nicole Weasley."
With that final statement, Harry returned back to normal. (The potion only lasts as long as it takes for the person to tell whom he or she likes.)
"What happened?" he asked confused. The last thing he remembered was taking the potion. (That was the other great side effect; they couldn't remember what they had said.) Making this potion all the better for Ron.
But at that moment Ron didn't give a damn as to how the potion was going to help him. Harry Potter, his best friend, wanted to go out with his sister, and he wasn't going to stand for it. Even if the feelings between Harry and Ginny were mutual.
"You just ADDMITTED that you LIKE MY SISTER!" yelled a furious Ron.
This caused Harry to blush numerous shades of red.
"I-I w-what?" he sputtered, not wanting to believe that he had told everyone, especially the Slytherins, his most intimate secret. What was he going to do?
"You just said you like my siiiissssssteeeerrrr." The way Ron had pronounced the sentence and prolonged the last word scared Harry. A lot.
Next thing the class saw was a fist flying in Harry's direction. He ducted, and started to say something about talking it out when Ron plowed right into his stomach.
Cauldrons, potions, and desks alike were knocked unceremoniously to the floor. The class was sure the bangs were herd up to the highest tower. Then just as suddenly as it had begun, it stopped. Ron was in midair, pouncing onto Harry in a freeze-frame moment, while Harry had his legs twisted in front of him trying to prevent further attack. Harry, Ron, the Slytherins, and the Gryffindors then realized what had happened. Snape had preformed immobulous.
"Detension, both of you. 10 o'clock sharp. DON'T be late." With that final sentence, class was dismissed.
I'd also like to thank all of those who've reviewed. I really appreciate the support and kind comments, but I'd also like some constructive criticism as to what I can do to make this story better. Thanx again! Now read. (
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Hermione hadn't been to class all day and it was starting to worry Ron. Had he really caused her to get hurt? Maybe indirectly, but still, it was kind of his fault. He was the one who had kissed her, and if he had just told her that he liked her she wouldn't have fainted and hit her head on the dresser.
He had decided he had to see her after classes. Just to make sure she was all right. If she wasn't he didn't know what he would do.
"Begin." Shouted Snape, who had just finished writing their instructions on how to make a True Love Virtuism Potion.
After a few very complicated steps were completed in their potion, Ron was struck with a "brilliant" idea. If he could somehow bottle some of this potion without Snape seeing, he could see if Hermione felt the same way about him before he revealed his secret to her.
Upon deciding this, Ron took a very keen interest in making this potion turn out correctly. Hell, he might as well get good marks in class along with finding out if the love of his life had feelings for him too. This was also a surefire way to make sure the potion had turned out correctly and wouldn't have any bad side effects. Snape was the best critic in the world since he hated the Gryffindors, and wouldn't give them a complement unless the potion was absolutely perfect. Even then it was iffy.
Before class was dismissed, Harry had moved in front of the cauldron blocking Snape's view of Ron, as he dipped out a small vile of the potion.
As Harry carefully moved back around the cauldron, Snape turned and saw him come precariously close to adding more Black Beetle Bile. This made him curious as to how their potion had turned out, so of course he just had to torture them.
"Weasley! I'd like for you to demonstrate the effects of your potion. Would you please administer it on Mr. Potter." Secretly Snape wanted to know whom Potter liked, so he could torture him endlessly. This was just a wonderful way to find out with no one suspecting.
Harry gulped down the potion bravely. To everyone's surprise, nothing happened to him noticeably on the outside. Then Snape asked,
"So Harry, we all want to know, who do you like or should I say love?"
With that question, Harry stiffened up. His eyes went foggy. Sweat began to break out in beads on his forehead. Then he began to speak in a voice that was not his own. (Husky)
"She's quite a beautiful girl really. Kind of the quiet type. She's nice to everyone. And I absolutely love her hair and the way it reflects the sunlight. Then there's her beautiful brown eyes. (Sigh) I guess you've all figured it out now. So I guess I'll just come out and say it. I like Virginia Nicole Weasley."
With that final statement, Harry returned back to normal. (The potion only lasts as long as it takes for the person to tell whom he or she likes.)
"What happened?" he asked confused. The last thing he remembered was taking the potion. (That was the other great side effect; they couldn't remember what they had said.) Making this potion all the better for Ron.
But at that moment Ron didn't give a damn as to how the potion was going to help him. Harry Potter, his best friend, wanted to go out with his sister, and he wasn't going to stand for it. Even if the feelings between Harry and Ginny were mutual.
"You just ADDMITTED that you LIKE MY SISTER!" yelled a furious Ron.
This caused Harry to blush numerous shades of red.
"I-I w-what?" he sputtered, not wanting to believe that he had told everyone, especially the Slytherins, his most intimate secret. What was he going to do?
"You just said you like my siiiissssssteeeerrrr." The way Ron had pronounced the sentence and prolonged the last word scared Harry. A lot.
Next thing the class saw was a fist flying in Harry's direction. He ducted, and started to say something about talking it out when Ron plowed right into his stomach.
Cauldrons, potions, and desks alike were knocked unceremoniously to the floor. The class was sure the bangs were herd up to the highest tower. Then just as suddenly as it had begun, it stopped. Ron was in midair, pouncing onto Harry in a freeze-frame moment, while Harry had his legs twisted in front of him trying to prevent further attack. Harry, Ron, the Slytherins, and the Gryffindors then realized what had happened. Snape had preformed immobulous.
"Detension, both of you. 10 o'clock sharp. DON'T be late." With that final sentence, class was dismissed.