Ginny and Luna's Love Potion
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That night in the Gryffindor common room, Ginny squeezed the bottle of potion in her hand. She looked around and saw Harry sitting by the fire, writing in his journal. She took a huge breath and walked over to him, and he didn't even notice her sitting on the couch beside him.
"Harry?" Ginny asked. He didn't look up, just kept scribbling, his quill tickling his nose and he didn't even feel that either.
"Harry? Cho asked me to give this to you," she lied, and at the sound of 'Cho' Harry almost fell off the couch. He slammed his journal shut. "Cho? What is this? Did she make it?" he asked quickly. Ginny almost laughed at how stupid he looked.
"Yes, she made this for you, and she wants you to try it," Ginny said. She held it out to him. Harry reached for it, and his hand brushed against hers. She felt so alive and amazing at that moment, but of course Harry didn't even notice.
He starred in disgust at the potion. "What is it?" he asked. Ginny froze. What could she tell him? "Ummm, she didn't say, she just wanted you to drink it," she said, praying that he would. He set it down on the table. "Yea right," he said. "No! Harry!! She said it's something you will like, honest," Ginny was practically on her knees begging for him to drink it.
Once again, he rolled his eyes and picked up the potion. He unscrewed the cap and smelt it. He had expected it to smell nasty, but it smelt like melted chocolate!! "It's chocolate?" he asked. Ginny had no idea that the potion would smell like chocolate. "Yes, it is!" she said, feeling like a miracle had just happened.
Harry smiled and drank it, and it felt like silky chocolate running down his throat. "Mmmmm, that's good," he smiled. Ginny felt like dancing. She ran up to the girl's common room, and there, she jumped on her bed, singing and laughing and everyone starring at her, but she didn't care.
That night when Harry went to sleep, he felt so...warm. His heart felt safe, he felt like he could fly. He'd never felt this way before. And, instead of dreaming his usual dreams about Cho, Hermione filled his head. She was beautiful, singing to him.
You would think Harry would feel weird, but instead, he felt amazing. It was cool and so comfortable. He watched Hermione singing and singing, her voice floating into his soul, touching his heart. He could almost sing too.
That's when Harry knew, before he even woke up, that he loved Hermione Granger, one of his best friends. He forgot all about Cho Chang.
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That night in the Gryffindor common room, Ginny squeezed the bottle of potion in her hand. She looked around and saw Harry sitting by the fire, writing in his journal. She took a huge breath and walked over to him, and he didn't even notice her sitting on the couch beside him.
"Harry?" Ginny asked. He didn't look up, just kept scribbling, his quill tickling his nose and he didn't even feel that either.
"Harry? Cho asked me to give this to you," she lied, and at the sound of 'Cho' Harry almost fell off the couch. He slammed his journal shut. "Cho? What is this? Did she make it?" he asked quickly. Ginny almost laughed at how stupid he looked.
"Yes, she made this for you, and she wants you to try it," Ginny said. She held it out to him. Harry reached for it, and his hand brushed against hers. She felt so alive and amazing at that moment, but of course Harry didn't even notice.
He starred in disgust at the potion. "What is it?" he asked. Ginny froze. What could she tell him? "Ummm, she didn't say, she just wanted you to drink it," she said, praying that he would. He set it down on the table. "Yea right," he said. "No! Harry!! She said it's something you will like, honest," Ginny was practically on her knees begging for him to drink it.
Once again, he rolled his eyes and picked up the potion. He unscrewed the cap and smelt it. He had expected it to smell nasty, but it smelt like melted chocolate!! "It's chocolate?" he asked. Ginny had no idea that the potion would smell like chocolate. "Yes, it is!" she said, feeling like a miracle had just happened.
Harry smiled and drank it, and it felt like silky chocolate running down his throat. "Mmmmm, that's good," he smiled. Ginny felt like dancing. She ran up to the girl's common room, and there, she jumped on her bed, singing and laughing and everyone starring at her, but she didn't care.
That night when Harry went to sleep, he felt so...warm. His heart felt safe, he felt like he could fly. He'd never felt this way before. And, instead of dreaming his usual dreams about Cho, Hermione filled his head. She was beautiful, singing to him.
You would think Harry would feel weird, but instead, he felt amazing. It was cool and so comfortable. He watched Hermione singing and singing, her voice floating into his soul, touching his heart. He could almost sing too.
That's when Harry knew, before he even woke up, that he loved Hermione Granger, one of his best friends. He forgot all about Cho Chang.
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