CHAPTER 6
The Potion
Hermione watched Harry and Ron with clear amusement on her face. She knew of course of their already obvious predicament, and quickly averted her gaze so neither of them would catch her looking at them. She carefully pushed a lock of her chocolate brown hair in front of her eyes, and cast a side long glance at them both, who in turn gazed at her with lust crazed expressions, not really bothering to try to conceal who they most desired. Hermione surreptitiously glanced around the room, careful as to not move her head, but only her eyes. Her eyes came to rest on a particular platinum blond haired boy. She squinted her eyes. "Is Draco actually looking at me?" she though. She blinked and saw then that she must have been mistaken. His hands came up over his eyes and he rubbed them furiously. She shrugged it off then, and turned her attention to Harry and Ron. She decided to play along. She removed the lock of hair that covered her gaze and watched with growing amusement that both their eyes had darkened. She herself wasn't prepared for their intent gazes that did not cover their overwhelming desire for her. She felt herself blush a bit, but quickly regained her composure and managed to look them both right in the eye for at least a few moments each.
"Well who is it then? Ron or me?" the dark-haired boy thought. Harry was perplexed, but did not show it. He knew Ron was thinking along the same lines anyway. He couldn't tear his eyes off Hermione. She looked delicious, her hair in soft ringlets framing her face, and the little light that shone in through the windows of the potions dungeon created a golden light around her. But then he stared more closely into her eyes, and suddenly the image of the angel disappeared and he saw the mischief and danger that danced in her eyes. He would of moaned out loud if it weren't for the certain part of his brain that still had some shred of sanity left in it.
Much unlike Harry, Ron found it a lot more difficult to sit still. His hands were being clenched and unclenched furiously as he bit down hard on his bottom lip.
"Why the hell is she so goddamn attractive?" Ron asked himself. He knew she already saw him gazing at her. He no longer cared. He just wanted to possess her. To be able to run his hands over her creamy milk skin was more than everything he had ever wanted. He knew Harry was looking at her too. He couldn't help but notice her gaze would stray over to Harry's and settle there longer than what she had given him. Jealously surged within him and he gripped the underside of the table hard and his knuckles turned white. His normally cornflower blue eyes turned to a dark shade of royal blue. Luckily, before Ron jumped out of his chair, Professor Snape had begun barking out orders to everyone in the class.
"Now I'm handing out the antidote! You better bloody well drink this potion or else you won't be able to lose sight of the person you're staring at for a whole hour!" He walked around to every table and slammed down each bottle. Harry wondered why the damn glass didn't shatter at the impact.
Snape returned to his desk at the front of the class, bent his head over his papers, and began reading them rather intently. Harry took this time to pick up the bottle and open the cork that held its contents in place.
"Do I even want to drink this?" he inquired in his head. He happened to glance down at the potions text book, at a note underneath all of the instructions to create the potion they had made:
One must have a full bottle of the antidote to completely remove the effect.
Harry blinked and read it again. A small smile spread over his lips, as he pretended to take a sip from the little bottle. Snape had forgotten to give them another 2 bottles. Ron, who seemed to be fully cognizant of what Harry had been reading, pretended to take a sip as well. Of course they both knew it only lasted an hour, but for some reason, they both decided to let it run its course just the same. Both boys glared at each other, before they passed the bottle to Hermione. Hermione stared at the bottle a few moments. She had forgotten what the effects were if she were to take the antidote without taking the potion that created the spell in the first place. Unaware that Harry and Ron were still staring at her, she began to look for her the book she had taken out previously from the library that explained about taking the antidotes to potions you never took. She then remembered what Professor Flitwick had taught her in advanced charms class.
Ron and Harry looked at each other for barely a fraction of a second because their eyes were glued to Hermione, on account of the potion. They both desperately wanted to know whom she preferred.
Harry opened his mouth to speak, but before he could say anything, Neville Longbottom's cauldron blew up. Snape shot up from the desk, marched over to where Neville worked, and looked down at him with a cold stare. Harry and Ron, fighting with the effects of the potion, managed to turn their heads slightly and look at the commotion.
Hermione smirked. She had whispered a spell to blow up the cauldron without Harry or Ron noticing. She would have to thank Professor Flitwick later. She quickly got up and placed the bottle onto to the desk, and because of the effect of the potions, Ron and Harry's head snapped towards her. They assumed she drank the potion because she was now not glancing at either of them. She returned to her seat, silently packed up her books, stood up, and began to walk out of class. Other students had already begun to do the same. Harry and Ron's eyes followed her, and they both called her name before she walked out the door.
She stopped and turned around slowly, deciding to do one last thing. She walked back over to them, carefully stopping in front of each of them.
Harry and Ron both heard her whisper something inaudible. Time had slowed down and blurred their vision. Ron had felt Hermione's lips brush against his, and Harry had felt her do the same to him. They heard her whisper something again. Their vision cleared and the sounds of the commotion in the room returned. They saw Hermione walking away, casually looking back and winking at both of them before completely disappearing from view.
Both boys' eyes followed her retreating figure, as did a blond haired boy's.
The Potion
Hermione watched Harry and Ron with clear amusement on her face. She knew of course of their already obvious predicament, and quickly averted her gaze so neither of them would catch her looking at them. She carefully pushed a lock of her chocolate brown hair in front of her eyes, and cast a side long glance at them both, who in turn gazed at her with lust crazed expressions, not really bothering to try to conceal who they most desired. Hermione surreptitiously glanced around the room, careful as to not move her head, but only her eyes. Her eyes came to rest on a particular platinum blond haired boy. She squinted her eyes. "Is Draco actually looking at me?" she though. She blinked and saw then that she must have been mistaken. His hands came up over his eyes and he rubbed them furiously. She shrugged it off then, and turned her attention to Harry and Ron. She decided to play along. She removed the lock of hair that covered her gaze and watched with growing amusement that both their eyes had darkened. She herself wasn't prepared for their intent gazes that did not cover their overwhelming desire for her. She felt herself blush a bit, but quickly regained her composure and managed to look them both right in the eye for at least a few moments each.
"Well who is it then? Ron or me?" the dark-haired boy thought. Harry was perplexed, but did not show it. He knew Ron was thinking along the same lines anyway. He couldn't tear his eyes off Hermione. She looked delicious, her hair in soft ringlets framing her face, and the little light that shone in through the windows of the potions dungeon created a golden light around her. But then he stared more closely into her eyes, and suddenly the image of the angel disappeared and he saw the mischief and danger that danced in her eyes. He would of moaned out loud if it weren't for the certain part of his brain that still had some shred of sanity left in it.
Much unlike Harry, Ron found it a lot more difficult to sit still. His hands were being clenched and unclenched furiously as he bit down hard on his bottom lip.
"Why the hell is she so goddamn attractive?" Ron asked himself. He knew she already saw him gazing at her. He no longer cared. He just wanted to possess her. To be able to run his hands over her creamy milk skin was more than everything he had ever wanted. He knew Harry was looking at her too. He couldn't help but notice her gaze would stray over to Harry's and settle there longer than what she had given him. Jealously surged within him and he gripped the underside of the table hard and his knuckles turned white. His normally cornflower blue eyes turned to a dark shade of royal blue. Luckily, before Ron jumped out of his chair, Professor Snape had begun barking out orders to everyone in the class.
"Now I'm handing out the antidote! You better bloody well drink this potion or else you won't be able to lose sight of the person you're staring at for a whole hour!" He walked around to every table and slammed down each bottle. Harry wondered why the damn glass didn't shatter at the impact.
Snape returned to his desk at the front of the class, bent his head over his papers, and began reading them rather intently. Harry took this time to pick up the bottle and open the cork that held its contents in place.
"Do I even want to drink this?" he inquired in his head. He happened to glance down at the potions text book, at a note underneath all of the instructions to create the potion they had made:
One must have a full bottle of the antidote to completely remove the effect.
Harry blinked and read it again. A small smile spread over his lips, as he pretended to take a sip from the little bottle. Snape had forgotten to give them another 2 bottles. Ron, who seemed to be fully cognizant of what Harry had been reading, pretended to take a sip as well. Of course they both knew it only lasted an hour, but for some reason, they both decided to let it run its course just the same. Both boys glared at each other, before they passed the bottle to Hermione. Hermione stared at the bottle a few moments. She had forgotten what the effects were if she were to take the antidote without taking the potion that created the spell in the first place. Unaware that Harry and Ron were still staring at her, she began to look for her the book she had taken out previously from the library that explained about taking the antidotes to potions you never took. She then remembered what Professor Flitwick had taught her in advanced charms class.
Ron and Harry looked at each other for barely a fraction of a second because their eyes were glued to Hermione, on account of the potion. They both desperately wanted to know whom she preferred.
Harry opened his mouth to speak, but before he could say anything, Neville Longbottom's cauldron blew up. Snape shot up from the desk, marched over to where Neville worked, and looked down at him with a cold stare. Harry and Ron, fighting with the effects of the potion, managed to turn their heads slightly and look at the commotion.
Hermione smirked. She had whispered a spell to blow up the cauldron without Harry or Ron noticing. She would have to thank Professor Flitwick later. She quickly got up and placed the bottle onto to the desk, and because of the effect of the potions, Ron and Harry's head snapped towards her. They assumed she drank the potion because she was now not glancing at either of them. She returned to her seat, silently packed up her books, stood up, and began to walk out of class. Other students had already begun to do the same. Harry and Ron's eyes followed her, and they both called her name before she walked out the door.
She stopped and turned around slowly, deciding to do one last thing. She walked back over to them, carefully stopping in front of each of them.
Harry and Ron both heard her whisper something inaudible. Time had slowed down and blurred their vision. Ron had felt Hermione's lips brush against his, and Harry had felt her do the same to him. They heard her whisper something again. Their vision cleared and the sounds of the commotion in the room returned. They saw Hermione walking away, casually looking back and winking at both of them before completely disappearing from view.
Both boys' eyes followed her retreating figure, as did a blond haired boy's.