Love in a Bottle: Right There All Along
Author: Lucinda
rating: pg/pg 13
Main Characters: Fred, George, & Ron Weasley, also Hermione Granger
pairing: sort of Ron/Hermione
story #3 in 'Love in a Bottle'
the QPC site: http://quickie.moonlightpaths.com
Disclaimer: I do not own anyone from BtVS or the Harry Potter books.
Distribution: If I've given permission for my other BtVS/HP fics, yes. Otherwise please ask first.
notes needed for this chapter: Fred & George Weasley are in their seventh year, Ron & Hermione are in their fifth. Fred & George have a potion...
They'd managed to make their way to the Leaky Cauldron without anyone figuring out that they were up to something. Or at least, without anyone figuring out what they were up to this time. They'd even smuggled in the bottles of potion.
"How are we going to do this? Just... tip some out into everyone's drinks?" Fred was already puzzling over the matter of 'how', and considering the possible risks involved.
George looked around. "Do you have a better plan? We'll have to. Not all the drinks, it might do bad things with some of them, but still..."
With a smile full of mischief and trouble, Fred nodded. "Enough to make things get a bit more interesting."
They split up, trying to loiter causally in the darker corners, pouring measures of the potion into some of the drinks. The things that didn't carry alcohol or enchantments. Mainly because they didn't know how their potion would react with anything enchanted but Butterbeer. Fred managed to pour some of a bottle into two out of three mugs of Butterbeer before the tray was carried away, into the crowd. He sighed, hoping that he could at least watch some of the excitement that was sure to follow.
Especially if that tray went to who he suspected. He'd seen his brother Ron here, sitting at a little table with his friends Harry and Hermione. If Ron got one of the doctored butterbeers...
He just about shouted in glee when the tray went to the table where his brother and his friends were sitting, but contained the sound. After all, wouldn't do to give away the fact that he was up to something, would it?
Each of them grabbed a mug, and Fred frowned just a bit, wondering who's mug was the unaffected one. They began to drink, and they continued to talk, laughing and grinning about whatever it was.
Ron frowned as he drank the last of his Butterbeer. It had tasted a bit sweeter than he'd expected, not unpleasant, but a bit surprising. Or maybe he'd just forgotten how sweet they could be? He felt the warm feeling flowing through him, all tingly and feeling alive. Except that his eyes felt a bit itchy, and there almost seemed to be swirls in the air... Ugh...
"Ron? Are you... are you alright?" Hermione's voice pulled his attention back to the present.
He looked at her, about to tell her that he was just fine, and stopped. She almost looked as if she was filled with golden glitter, sparkling and glowing softly, like sunlight. She was... why hadn't he ever noticed how pretty she was?
"Yeah... I'm good." He licked his lips, wondering why they seemed so dry.
Looking away, he noticed that some of the rest of the people seemed to have light inside of them, or swirls of color. It was weird... and it sort of reminded him of the rambling talks Professor Trelawney'd made about auras. People shimmered like bits of rainbow, or like pearls, although some people looked as if they were filled with smoke, or colored smoke. Idly, he wondered what had caused it.
"Ron, are you sure... did the butterbeer seem quite... normal to you?" Her voice sounded a bit faint, and her eyes looked incredibly dark.
"Mine seemed pretty normal." Harry's voice sounded cheerful, as if he was oblivious to the swirls and colors. Or as if he didn't see them. "Hey, isn't that one of the twins in the corner?"
"Yeah... I think so. George maybe..." Ron still felt very warm, very comfortable. He almost felt like he was basking in the summer sunlight, in Hermione's sunlight.
"Ron?" Hermione's voice was right beside him.
He looked up, and smiled at her, feeling almost dazzled by the sense of Hermione. She was sunshine and warmth, caring, nurturing... and pretty. Why hadn't he seen this before? But now that he did see her, now that he'd really looked...
Then he was kissing her, his lips on hers, tasting of butterbeer and sunshine and lilacs. It lasted for several long heartbeats before she pulled back, one hand cupped on his cheek.
"Ron? Why... You..." She sounded almost breathless, and there was a gleam in her eyes that he wished he could explain.
"Should have done that ages ago..." He could only whisper back.
She smiled, her expression joyful. "Why didn't you?"
"I don't know... I just... I didn't see."
"Guys?" Harry's voice tugged at Ron's attention.
Hands pulled them apart, pushing them into seats. Harry looked incredibly red, blushing. "Can you save the heart to heart until everyone isn't staring at us?"
"Oh..." Ron sank into his chair, only now realizing how public their scene had been. "Yeah... later sounds good."
"Later. Definitely." Hermione was almost as red as Harry.
end Right There All Along.
Author: Lucinda
rating: pg/pg 13
Main Characters: Fred, George, & Ron Weasley, also Hermione Granger
pairing: sort of Ron/Hermione
story #3 in 'Love in a Bottle'
the QPC site: http://quickie.moonlightpaths.com
Disclaimer: I do not own anyone from BtVS or the Harry Potter books.
Distribution: If I've given permission for my other BtVS/HP fics, yes. Otherwise please ask first.
notes needed for this chapter: Fred & George Weasley are in their seventh year, Ron & Hermione are in their fifth. Fred & George have a potion...
They'd managed to make their way to the Leaky Cauldron without anyone figuring out that they were up to something. Or at least, without anyone figuring out what they were up to this time. They'd even smuggled in the bottles of potion.
"How are we going to do this? Just... tip some out into everyone's drinks?" Fred was already puzzling over the matter of 'how', and considering the possible risks involved.
George looked around. "Do you have a better plan? We'll have to. Not all the drinks, it might do bad things with some of them, but still..."
With a smile full of mischief and trouble, Fred nodded. "Enough to make things get a bit more interesting."
They split up, trying to loiter causally in the darker corners, pouring measures of the potion into some of the drinks. The things that didn't carry alcohol or enchantments. Mainly because they didn't know how their potion would react with anything enchanted but Butterbeer. Fred managed to pour some of a bottle into two out of three mugs of Butterbeer before the tray was carried away, into the crowd. He sighed, hoping that he could at least watch some of the excitement that was sure to follow.
Especially if that tray went to who he suspected. He'd seen his brother Ron here, sitting at a little table with his friends Harry and Hermione. If Ron got one of the doctored butterbeers...
He just about shouted in glee when the tray went to the table where his brother and his friends were sitting, but contained the sound. After all, wouldn't do to give away the fact that he was up to something, would it?
Each of them grabbed a mug, and Fred frowned just a bit, wondering who's mug was the unaffected one. They began to drink, and they continued to talk, laughing and grinning about whatever it was.
Ron frowned as he drank the last of his Butterbeer. It had tasted a bit sweeter than he'd expected, not unpleasant, but a bit surprising. Or maybe he'd just forgotten how sweet they could be? He felt the warm feeling flowing through him, all tingly and feeling alive. Except that his eyes felt a bit itchy, and there almost seemed to be swirls in the air... Ugh...
"Ron? Are you... are you alright?" Hermione's voice pulled his attention back to the present.
He looked at her, about to tell her that he was just fine, and stopped. She almost looked as if she was filled with golden glitter, sparkling and glowing softly, like sunlight. She was... why hadn't he ever noticed how pretty she was?
"Yeah... I'm good." He licked his lips, wondering why they seemed so dry.
Looking away, he noticed that some of the rest of the people seemed to have light inside of them, or swirls of color. It was weird... and it sort of reminded him of the rambling talks Professor Trelawney'd made about auras. People shimmered like bits of rainbow, or like pearls, although some people looked as if they were filled with smoke, or colored smoke. Idly, he wondered what had caused it.
"Ron, are you sure... did the butterbeer seem quite... normal to you?" Her voice sounded a bit faint, and her eyes looked incredibly dark.
"Mine seemed pretty normal." Harry's voice sounded cheerful, as if he was oblivious to the swirls and colors. Or as if he didn't see them. "Hey, isn't that one of the twins in the corner?"
"Yeah... I think so. George maybe..." Ron still felt very warm, very comfortable. He almost felt like he was basking in the summer sunlight, in Hermione's sunlight.
"Ron?" Hermione's voice was right beside him.
He looked up, and smiled at her, feeling almost dazzled by the sense of Hermione. She was sunshine and warmth, caring, nurturing... and pretty. Why hadn't he seen this before? But now that he did see her, now that he'd really looked...
Then he was kissing her, his lips on hers, tasting of butterbeer and sunshine and lilacs. It lasted for several long heartbeats before she pulled back, one hand cupped on his cheek.
"Ron? Why... You..." She sounded almost breathless, and there was a gleam in her eyes that he wished he could explain.
"Should have done that ages ago..." He could only whisper back.
She smiled, her expression joyful. "Why didn't you?"
"I don't know... I just... I didn't see."
"Guys?" Harry's voice tugged at Ron's attention.
Hands pulled them apart, pushing them into seats. Harry looked incredibly red, blushing. "Can you save the heart to heart until everyone isn't staring at us?"
"Oh..." Ron sank into his chair, only now realizing how public their scene had been. "Yeah... later sounds good."
"Later. Definitely." Hermione was almost as red as Harry.
end Right There All Along.