Title: Brewing Trouble
Rating: PG-13 (for mild language and slightly immature themes)
Summary: Ron decides a love potion is the only way to make Hermione fall for him, and mayhem ensues when the effects of the potion go awry.
Disclaimer: The plot of this story is mine, but everything else belongs to JK Rowling. Please keep the reviews coming, they're greatly appreciated!
Chapter 5 - The Incident in the Library
In Transfiguration, however, things just got worse. The Gryffendors had the class with the Slytherins, which meant Malfoy was within easy pummeling distance, but Ron knew he could do nothing under Professor McGonagall's watchful eye.
If his friends were there for him, Ron thought, it wouldn't be nearly as bad, but Hermione was doodling hearts around a pair of S's and Harry (Ron made sure he was seated between Harry and Hermione) had his chin in his hand and was staring longingly at Hermione. Ron resisted the urge to jab Harry in the ribs with his wand and focused his attention on Professor McGonagall.
"Today, we will be turning silverware into flowers," McGonagall said. "This may seem like a second-year transformation, but changing an inanimate object into something alive, no matter how simple the organism, can be tricky. Watch me first. Hold your wands in the air...forcula floreo!" She waved her wand, and the silver fork that was sitting on her desk morphed into a beautiful red rose. Looking a little proud despite herself, McGonagall presented the flower to Lavender Brown, who giggled and glanced back at Ron, and turned to face the class. "Who would like to go first?"
Hermione's hand shot up. She cleared her throat, rolled up her sleeves, and said in a loud, clear voice, "Forcula floreo!" The fork that was lying on her desk seemed to shimmer for a moment before turning into a daffodil.
"With practice, you will be able to control what flower your forks turn into," McGonagall said. "Five points to Gryffendor for an excellent first transformation by Miss Granger. Practice the spell in pairs."
Ron reluctantly scooted his chair closer to Harry's, and Hermione motioned for Neville to come sit beside her. "You want to go first or shall I?" said Ron, shoving a fork towards Harry. Harry picked it up and looked at it dreamily.
"I handed Hermione her fork," he said, a goofy smile spreading across his face. Ron rolled his eyes and picked up his wand.
"Forcula floreo!" Ron pointed his wand at the fork and after some hesitant shimmering, it sprouted leaves. "Your turn," Ron said, regarding his flourishing fork with disgust.
"Forcula floreo!" Harry said listlessly, jerking his wand towards his fork. It twitched and jerked and finally melted into a small lily. Harry picked up the lily, sniffed it, and set it aside. Ron sighed.
Half an hour later, Harry had a pile of lilies sitting beside him and Ron had a mound of green, mossy forks. He was at least doing better than Neville, however - poor Neville had melted four forks into silver puddles. He had managed to turn one into a dandelion, though it still had one prong sticking out of its middle.
"Do you think Ginny will like these?" Ron glanced over his shoulder and saw Malfoy holding up a small bouquet of pink roses. Pansy Parkinson, who was seated beside Malfoy, shrugged uninterestedly and turned back to Goyle, with whom she was holding hands.
"I don't know what your plan is, Malfoy," Ron said hotly, "But Ginny doesn't want to have anything to do with you."
"Then she can tell me herself," Malfoy said pleasantly, running his thumb along the edge of the stem of one of his roses.
"She doesn't want to talk to you," said Ron.
"Why don't we let Ginny decide that for herself?" asked Malfoy logically. "She's a big girl."
Ron clenched his fists and turned back to Harry - Harry?
"Hermione, I'd be honored if you'd accept these flowers." Ron whirled around to find Harry on bended knee, presenting Hermione with the lilies that he'd made. Hermione reddened and dutifully accepted the flowers. Ron sighed again.
Transfiguration had ended a few hours ago, and Ron's plan to curl up in bed had been abandoned. Both Snape and McGonagall had piled on the homework, and he, Hermione, and Harry were working together on an essay about inanimate-to-animate transfigurations. They were seated at a long table in the library, surrounded by books and scrolls of parchment.
"D'you like the flowers I gave you, Hermione?" Harry asked bashfully, glancing up from his textbook to stare at Hermione.
"They're very nice, Harry," Hermione said patiently. He'd asked her the same question three other times during their time at the library, and Ron swore to himself that if he asked one more time, he'd smack Harry across the face, best friend or no. And right now, Harry's position as his best friend was rather shaky thanks to his little flirtations with Hermione, Ron thought sourly. He was mystified by Harry's sudden personality change. His intelligent, funny, levelheaded best friend was gone, a gooey-eyed git in his place.
"There." Hermione said happily. "I finished my Potions homework."
"And you wrote it," Harry observed, "in pink ink." Hermione blushed again, quickly rolling up her parchment and setting it aside.
"Hermione, have you found the answer to number fifteen on our Transfiguration assignment?" Ron asked, tapping his quill on the table. "I've looked everywhere."
"No, I haven't," Hermione replied, looking personally insulted by the fact that she couldn't find an answer. "I think I saw a book about root systems on the shelf over there."
"Shall we go look through it?" Ron asked, pushing back his chair. Hermione nodded, and she and Ron traipsed across the library to look at the book, leaving Harry alone. They had flipped through several chapters when they heard a shriek from Harry's section of the library. They hurried back to find -
"GINNY!"
While Ron and Hermione were looking at the book, Ginny Weasley had come into the library and spied Harry. Now, Ginny was seated on top of the table in front of a wide-eyed Harry. As Ron and Hermione came running up, she seized either side of her blouse and ripped it open, exposing her lacy white bra to Harry and the rest of the library.
"Now do you believe that I'm not a little girl?" Ginny demanded breathlessly, a rather sultry expression on her face.
While Hermione stood frozen, her mouth in a big 'O,' Ron, blushing furiously, stomped up to Ginny, grabbed her arm, shot a glare at Harry, who was still gaping at her, and dragged her out of the library, through the castle, and back to Gryffendor Tower. Students in the hallway stopped to gawk and giggle at Ginny, who was still wearing her torn blouse and trying to kick Ron in the ankles.
When they stumbled into the crowded Common Room, everything went silent. Fred and George, who were chatting with Alicia Spinnet and Angelina Johnson on the couch, froze, and Ginny's friends burst into hysterical laughter.
"What the hell is going on?" Fred demanded. "Ron, we've told you - Ginny is your sister, you've got to find someone else to fancy."
"Haha." Ron said sarcastically. "Would you like to tell Fred and George what you did in the library?" He crossed his arms and glowered at his younger sister, a passable impression of Mrs. Weasley.
"I'd like to get a new shirt," said Ginny, now more embarrassed than angry at Ron. She darted up the stairs, her hands over her face.
"I don't understand it," Ron said wonderingly. "My little sister nearly rapes my best friend...and my other friend seems to have fallen in love with the Potions master. Haven't you noticed anyone acting strangely? Fred?" But Fred and George had already returned to the couch and were talking animatedly with Alicia and Angelina, who were watching them with moony expressions.
All right, Ron thought resolvedly. It's up to me. If I want anything done, I've got to do it myself. I have to figure out why everyone is acting so lovesick. Suddenly, a thought occurred to him that nearly knocked him off his feet. How could he have missed it? Dobby!
Rating: PG-13 (for mild language and slightly immature themes)
Summary: Ron decides a love potion is the only way to make Hermione fall for him, and mayhem ensues when the effects of the potion go awry.
Disclaimer: The plot of this story is mine, but everything else belongs to JK Rowling. Please keep the reviews coming, they're greatly appreciated!
Chapter 5 - The Incident in the Library
In Transfiguration, however, things just got worse. The Gryffendors had the class with the Slytherins, which meant Malfoy was within easy pummeling distance, but Ron knew he could do nothing under Professor McGonagall's watchful eye.
If his friends were there for him, Ron thought, it wouldn't be nearly as bad, but Hermione was doodling hearts around a pair of S's and Harry (Ron made sure he was seated between Harry and Hermione) had his chin in his hand and was staring longingly at Hermione. Ron resisted the urge to jab Harry in the ribs with his wand and focused his attention on Professor McGonagall.
"Today, we will be turning silverware into flowers," McGonagall said. "This may seem like a second-year transformation, but changing an inanimate object into something alive, no matter how simple the organism, can be tricky. Watch me first. Hold your wands in the air...forcula floreo!" She waved her wand, and the silver fork that was sitting on her desk morphed into a beautiful red rose. Looking a little proud despite herself, McGonagall presented the flower to Lavender Brown, who giggled and glanced back at Ron, and turned to face the class. "Who would like to go first?"
Hermione's hand shot up. She cleared her throat, rolled up her sleeves, and said in a loud, clear voice, "Forcula floreo!" The fork that was lying on her desk seemed to shimmer for a moment before turning into a daffodil.
"With practice, you will be able to control what flower your forks turn into," McGonagall said. "Five points to Gryffendor for an excellent first transformation by Miss Granger. Practice the spell in pairs."
Ron reluctantly scooted his chair closer to Harry's, and Hermione motioned for Neville to come sit beside her. "You want to go first or shall I?" said Ron, shoving a fork towards Harry. Harry picked it up and looked at it dreamily.
"I handed Hermione her fork," he said, a goofy smile spreading across his face. Ron rolled his eyes and picked up his wand.
"Forcula floreo!" Ron pointed his wand at the fork and after some hesitant shimmering, it sprouted leaves. "Your turn," Ron said, regarding his flourishing fork with disgust.
"Forcula floreo!" Harry said listlessly, jerking his wand towards his fork. It twitched and jerked and finally melted into a small lily. Harry picked up the lily, sniffed it, and set it aside. Ron sighed.
Half an hour later, Harry had a pile of lilies sitting beside him and Ron had a mound of green, mossy forks. He was at least doing better than Neville, however - poor Neville had melted four forks into silver puddles. He had managed to turn one into a dandelion, though it still had one prong sticking out of its middle.
"Do you think Ginny will like these?" Ron glanced over his shoulder and saw Malfoy holding up a small bouquet of pink roses. Pansy Parkinson, who was seated beside Malfoy, shrugged uninterestedly and turned back to Goyle, with whom she was holding hands.
"I don't know what your plan is, Malfoy," Ron said hotly, "But Ginny doesn't want to have anything to do with you."
"Then she can tell me herself," Malfoy said pleasantly, running his thumb along the edge of the stem of one of his roses.
"She doesn't want to talk to you," said Ron.
"Why don't we let Ginny decide that for herself?" asked Malfoy logically. "She's a big girl."
Ron clenched his fists and turned back to Harry - Harry?
"Hermione, I'd be honored if you'd accept these flowers." Ron whirled around to find Harry on bended knee, presenting Hermione with the lilies that he'd made. Hermione reddened and dutifully accepted the flowers. Ron sighed again.
Transfiguration had ended a few hours ago, and Ron's plan to curl up in bed had been abandoned. Both Snape and McGonagall had piled on the homework, and he, Hermione, and Harry were working together on an essay about inanimate-to-animate transfigurations. They were seated at a long table in the library, surrounded by books and scrolls of parchment.
"D'you like the flowers I gave you, Hermione?" Harry asked bashfully, glancing up from his textbook to stare at Hermione.
"They're very nice, Harry," Hermione said patiently. He'd asked her the same question three other times during their time at the library, and Ron swore to himself that if he asked one more time, he'd smack Harry across the face, best friend or no. And right now, Harry's position as his best friend was rather shaky thanks to his little flirtations with Hermione, Ron thought sourly. He was mystified by Harry's sudden personality change. His intelligent, funny, levelheaded best friend was gone, a gooey-eyed git in his place.
"There." Hermione said happily. "I finished my Potions homework."
"And you wrote it," Harry observed, "in pink ink." Hermione blushed again, quickly rolling up her parchment and setting it aside.
"Hermione, have you found the answer to number fifteen on our Transfiguration assignment?" Ron asked, tapping his quill on the table. "I've looked everywhere."
"No, I haven't," Hermione replied, looking personally insulted by the fact that she couldn't find an answer. "I think I saw a book about root systems on the shelf over there."
"Shall we go look through it?" Ron asked, pushing back his chair. Hermione nodded, and she and Ron traipsed across the library to look at the book, leaving Harry alone. They had flipped through several chapters when they heard a shriek from Harry's section of the library. They hurried back to find -
"GINNY!"
While Ron and Hermione were looking at the book, Ginny Weasley had come into the library and spied Harry. Now, Ginny was seated on top of the table in front of a wide-eyed Harry. As Ron and Hermione came running up, she seized either side of her blouse and ripped it open, exposing her lacy white bra to Harry and the rest of the library.
"Now do you believe that I'm not a little girl?" Ginny demanded breathlessly, a rather sultry expression on her face.
While Hermione stood frozen, her mouth in a big 'O,' Ron, blushing furiously, stomped up to Ginny, grabbed her arm, shot a glare at Harry, who was still gaping at her, and dragged her out of the library, through the castle, and back to Gryffendor Tower. Students in the hallway stopped to gawk and giggle at Ginny, who was still wearing her torn blouse and trying to kick Ron in the ankles.
When they stumbled into the crowded Common Room, everything went silent. Fred and George, who were chatting with Alicia Spinnet and Angelina Johnson on the couch, froze, and Ginny's friends burst into hysterical laughter.
"What the hell is going on?" Fred demanded. "Ron, we've told you - Ginny is your sister, you've got to find someone else to fancy."
"Haha." Ron said sarcastically. "Would you like to tell Fred and George what you did in the library?" He crossed his arms and glowered at his younger sister, a passable impression of Mrs. Weasley.
"I'd like to get a new shirt," said Ginny, now more embarrassed than angry at Ron. She darted up the stairs, her hands over her face.
"I don't understand it," Ron said wonderingly. "My little sister nearly rapes my best friend...and my other friend seems to have fallen in love with the Potions master. Haven't you noticed anyone acting strangely? Fred?" But Fred and George had already returned to the couch and were talking animatedly with Alicia and Angelina, who were watching them with moony expressions.
All right, Ron thought resolvedly. It's up to me. If I want anything done, I've got to do it myself. I have to figure out why everyone is acting so lovesick. Suddenly, a thought occurred to him that nearly knocked him off his feet. How could he have missed it? Dobby!
