Title: Love, Not Actually
Author: molly22
Summary: Ginny and Harry are a perfectly happy couple. Unfortunately, one day at Hogsmeade, Draco Malfoy, Harry's archenemy, is hit with a love potion, making him fall desperate in love with Ginny. Needless to say, it puts a bit of a cramp on the relationship. HarryGinny . . . HermioneRon
Pairings: Harry/Ginny . . . Hermione/Ron
Rating: PG-13 (for language)
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or anything related. Yay for me.
A/N: Okay, this is a companion story to "The Battle of Dimwits," a HP fanfic that I wrote with the same pairings. You don't have to have read that to read this, but it would probably help, and I'm really rather proud of it. Try reading it.
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"Oh, it's beautiful," Ginny Weasley exclaimed. Ginny was a thin girl, with bright red hair, and freckles dusting her pale face. As she said these words, her non-boyfriend (they hadn't officially decided to call one another boyfriend and girlfriend), Harry Potter, peered out at the sight ahead of them.
They were at the Shrieking Shack, one of the so-called "most haunted places" in Europe. However, Harry knew otherwise. The Shrieking Shack had never been haunted–it had simply housed a werewolf every now and then. At this point, the white snow was sparkling all over the dilapidated building, covering the ground and the trees. It looked like some sort of magical land. Some sort of cold, magical land
"It is beautiful," agreed Harry, pushing up his glasses, and pulling his scarf tighter around his neck. "Are you warm enough?"
Ginny sighed and looked Harry in the eyes. He smiled a small smile at her, and bent down, planting a quick kiss on her lips. "You want to head to Zonko's?" she suggested. "Hermione and Ron are supposed to meet us there soon."
Harry nodded. "Sure."
Hand in hand, the couple walked to Zonko's Joke Shop, inside of which, they noticed, a large crowd was gathering. "Wonder what's going on," Ginny whispered.
"Guess we'll find out soon enough," Harry replied, holding the door open for her. Spotting his best friends, Hermione and Ron, he called, "Hello! What's happening?"
Hermione answered, "It's ridiculous, I know–"
"You think everything's ridiculous," Ron countered. "In fact, when you told me you loved me, you called me ridiculous."
"Because you are ridiculous, Ron. Getting into a fight with Viktor? Ridiculous. Competing for me? Ridiculous."
Ron protested, "I am not! And any normal girl would think that getting into a fight over her, or competing for her, is noble or valiant or some rubbish like that. They would be over the moon. But not you–"
"Well, then maybe you could find yourself someone more 'normal.' I'm sure Padma wouldn't mind dating you again. Even after your lousy date at the Yule Ball," Hermione said.
"Fine, maybe I will find someone normal. It's probably better than some snippy know-it-all, don't you think?"
"Go ahead. Don't think I care. Maybe while you're doing that, I'll send an owl to Viktor. See how he's doing." Hermione smiled smugly at Ron, knowing she had won this conversation.
Ron turned bright red, and turned back to Harry and Ginny. "They've come out with a love potion that only lasts a week."
"Apparently," Hermione said, picking up the narrative, "it's very potent. Anyone who used would go completely mad over someone for seven whole days. It's the perfect prank. Pour some into your best mate's cup, and he goes loony for the next person he sees. "
"If you were on the stuff, its guaranteed that you would do loads of embarrassing things. Serenades, awful poetry, cheesy lines, all of it," Ron continued.
"Fist fights with people older and stronger than you," Hermione added. Ron glared. "What? It could happen."
Harry laughed. "I suppose it could, couldn't it?"
"No one from Hogwarts will buy it, I hope," Hermione said. "Love potions are strictly forbidden."
Ron rolled his eyes. "Like that would stop anyone. Except maybe you."
"I am not the only student at Hogwarts with morals," Hermione insisted.
"Oh, look," Harry said. "Speaking of people with no morals." Approaching the counter of Zonko's was Draco Malfoy. Malfoy looked particularly self-satisfied at the moment, as he handed over four galleons for a bottle of the potion.
As Malfoy passed by the four, he whispered, "Watch out, Potter. I'd love to see you make a fool of yourself for the attentions of Weasley here."
"Oh, I'm afraid," Harry responded.
"You should be." Malfoy sneered over his shoulder as he continued walking. "You filthy mudblood-lover." Ron balled up his fists, on behalf of Hermione, the only "mudblood" present. Malfoy noticed. "Oh, have I offended you, Weasley? You and your little mudblood whore?" Ron threw himself at Malfoy, but Malfoy jumped back just in time to avoid being hit. However, the Slytherin boy lost his footing, and fell onto his back on the floor, unconscious, the bottle of potion slipping out his hands.
The bottle sailed through the air, but Ron, pulled out his wand and yelled, "Accio bottle of love potion." It soared back, into Ron's hand.
"Ron," Ginny said warily. "What are you doing?"
"Oh, just what I call revenge. Stupid git." Ron uncorked the bottle and poured a few drops into Malfoy's mouth.
Hermione scolded, "Ron! Have you suddenly gone mad? You can't just do that!"
"Why not?"
"Because!" Hermione cried. "You just can't."
"Oh, that's a wonderful reason, Hermione," Ron replied sarcastically, as he handed the potion to Harry. He told Harry to "just do something with it."
"I think," Ginny said, leaning over Malfoy, "that he's waking up." Malfoy's eyes fluttered open, just as Hermione and Ron yelled, "Don't!"
"Oh," Malfoy moaned, rubbing the back of his head as he stood up. "Ow, my head." He looked Ginny up and down. "Well, at least I have you here, to ease the pain. Would you like to kiss it?"
Hermione made a face and hit Ron on the arm. "That is why you can't do that!"
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A/N: Okay, kind of a short chapter. Please review.
Author: molly22
Summary: Ginny and Harry are a perfectly happy couple. Unfortunately, one day at Hogsmeade, Draco Malfoy, Harry's archenemy, is hit with a love potion, making him fall desperate in love with Ginny. Needless to say, it puts a bit of a cramp on the relationship. HarryGinny . . . HermioneRon
Pairings: Harry/Ginny . . . Hermione/Ron
Rating: PG-13 (for language)
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or anything related. Yay for me.
A/N: Okay, this is a companion story to "The Battle of Dimwits," a HP fanfic that I wrote with the same pairings. You don't have to have read that to read this, but it would probably help, and I'm really rather proud of it. Try reading it.
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"Oh, it's beautiful," Ginny Weasley exclaimed. Ginny was a thin girl, with bright red hair, and freckles dusting her pale face. As she said these words, her non-boyfriend (they hadn't officially decided to call one another boyfriend and girlfriend), Harry Potter, peered out at the sight ahead of them.
They were at the Shrieking Shack, one of the so-called "most haunted places" in Europe. However, Harry knew otherwise. The Shrieking Shack had never been haunted–it had simply housed a werewolf every now and then. At this point, the white snow was sparkling all over the dilapidated building, covering the ground and the trees. It looked like some sort of magical land. Some sort of cold, magical land
"It is beautiful," agreed Harry, pushing up his glasses, and pulling his scarf tighter around his neck. "Are you warm enough?"
Ginny sighed and looked Harry in the eyes. He smiled a small smile at her, and bent down, planting a quick kiss on her lips. "You want to head to Zonko's?" she suggested. "Hermione and Ron are supposed to meet us there soon."
Harry nodded. "Sure."
Hand in hand, the couple walked to Zonko's Joke Shop, inside of which, they noticed, a large crowd was gathering. "Wonder what's going on," Ginny whispered.
"Guess we'll find out soon enough," Harry replied, holding the door open for her. Spotting his best friends, Hermione and Ron, he called, "Hello! What's happening?"
Hermione answered, "It's ridiculous, I know–"
"You think everything's ridiculous," Ron countered. "In fact, when you told me you loved me, you called me ridiculous."
"Because you are ridiculous, Ron. Getting into a fight with Viktor? Ridiculous. Competing for me? Ridiculous."
Ron protested, "I am not! And any normal girl would think that getting into a fight over her, or competing for her, is noble or valiant or some rubbish like that. They would be over the moon. But not you–"
"Well, then maybe you could find yourself someone more 'normal.' I'm sure Padma wouldn't mind dating you again. Even after your lousy date at the Yule Ball," Hermione said.
"Fine, maybe I will find someone normal. It's probably better than some snippy know-it-all, don't you think?"
"Go ahead. Don't think I care. Maybe while you're doing that, I'll send an owl to Viktor. See how he's doing." Hermione smiled smugly at Ron, knowing she had won this conversation.
Ron turned bright red, and turned back to Harry and Ginny. "They've come out with a love potion that only lasts a week."
"Apparently," Hermione said, picking up the narrative, "it's very potent. Anyone who used would go completely mad over someone for seven whole days. It's the perfect prank. Pour some into your best mate's cup, and he goes loony for the next person he sees. "
"If you were on the stuff, its guaranteed that you would do loads of embarrassing things. Serenades, awful poetry, cheesy lines, all of it," Ron continued.
"Fist fights with people older and stronger than you," Hermione added. Ron glared. "What? It could happen."
Harry laughed. "I suppose it could, couldn't it?"
"No one from Hogwarts will buy it, I hope," Hermione said. "Love potions are strictly forbidden."
Ron rolled his eyes. "Like that would stop anyone. Except maybe you."
"I am not the only student at Hogwarts with morals," Hermione insisted.
"Oh, look," Harry said. "Speaking of people with no morals." Approaching the counter of Zonko's was Draco Malfoy. Malfoy looked particularly self-satisfied at the moment, as he handed over four galleons for a bottle of the potion.
As Malfoy passed by the four, he whispered, "Watch out, Potter. I'd love to see you make a fool of yourself for the attentions of Weasley here."
"Oh, I'm afraid," Harry responded.
"You should be." Malfoy sneered over his shoulder as he continued walking. "You filthy mudblood-lover." Ron balled up his fists, on behalf of Hermione, the only "mudblood" present. Malfoy noticed. "Oh, have I offended you, Weasley? You and your little mudblood whore?" Ron threw himself at Malfoy, but Malfoy jumped back just in time to avoid being hit. However, the Slytherin boy lost his footing, and fell onto his back on the floor, unconscious, the bottle of potion slipping out his hands.
The bottle sailed through the air, but Ron, pulled out his wand and yelled, "Accio bottle of love potion." It soared back, into Ron's hand.
"Ron," Ginny said warily. "What are you doing?"
"Oh, just what I call revenge. Stupid git." Ron uncorked the bottle and poured a few drops into Malfoy's mouth.
Hermione scolded, "Ron! Have you suddenly gone mad? You can't just do that!"
"Why not?"
"Because!" Hermione cried. "You just can't."
"Oh, that's a wonderful reason, Hermione," Ron replied sarcastically, as he handed the potion to Harry. He told Harry to "just do something with it."
"I think," Ginny said, leaning over Malfoy, "that he's waking up." Malfoy's eyes fluttered open, just as Hermione and Ron yelled, "Don't!"
"Oh," Malfoy moaned, rubbing the back of his head as he stood up. "Ow, my head." He looked Ginny up and down. "Well, at least I have you here, to ease the pain. Would you like to kiss it?"
Hermione made a face and hit Ron on the arm. "That is why you can't do that!"
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A/N: Okay, kind of a short chapter. Please review.