A/N: This is my first fanfic ( at least under this penname… ) so I hope you like it. The couples in this fanfic are Harry/ Ginny, Hermione/Ron, and there are no other important couples. This story will be very interesting, and, in the later chapters, will hopefully involve a love potion, taken by Ron on accident, causing his love to fall into the wrong hands…

I would like to thank my best friend, Alissa, for her great ideas that helped inspire this story.

Chapter One: I love Harry

"So, Crabbe," said Draco Malfoy, turning to what looked like a large tree trunk standing next to him, "You know for sure that Weasle is defiantly going out with the Mudblood?"

"Yup," said Crabbe.

"Well, well, well. Perfect match. A little snobby Mudblood and a -"

But he was cut off. Ron, who was rounding the corner where Malfoy had been standing, had heard the last bit of his sentence, and he didn't like it at all. He jumped out of his hiding place and yelled, "Squirrelogus!" and there was a bright flash of red light.

Next thing anybody knew, there was a small white chipmunk sitting in the place where Malfoy had been a second before.

"Have you had Transfiguration yet this week Malfoy?" asked Ron, smugly. He turned and walked away, happily.

Later that night, in the Slytherin common room, Malfoy ( having been turned back into a boy ) sat angrily. He was trying to think of a proper revenge, and had a great idea brewing.

Malfoy put a charm on himself, so he was invisible, and headed for the restricted section of the library. He looked around quietly, until he found the proper book, Love Potions for the Stupid or Magically Impaired.

The next morning, Hermione made her way down to breakfast cheerfully. She had had a very good nights rest, and finished her extra credit essay for McGonagall that morning.

"Good morning, Love," she said, kissing Ron slightly on the cheek. He blushed an admirable shade of scarlet. This was usual. They had been going out in secret for about a month, only it had somehow leaked out recently, so the whole school knew.

"Morning, 'Mione," said Ron, tiredly.

The trio was now in sixth year, and were having a great time, too. Harry had needed help over the summer, for after defeating Voldemort in a long and drawn out battle, he was a very changed person. He had sought for help, and found it in a very unlikely place, in the form of Ginny Weasley. They had been going out all summer long.

Ron and Hermione were very close, because, both being ignored by their best friends, they had no one to turn to but each other. They had decided to try a relationship, and found it successful. They were very proud of themselves.

Hermione took a sip of her pumpkin juice, and put it down quickly.

"Hey, Ron, did that taste funny to you?" she asked.

"No, same old juice," he replied. "Why, something wrong, Hermione?"

"No, never mind," she said.

The day went by quickly, and each member of the small group went to bed contentedly. Everyone, that is, but Hermione.

She was having odd cramps and cravings all day, and couldn't figure it out. The first craving came in the middle of History of Magic. She had suddenly wanted ( and very badly, I might add) to put on some of her double double mocha chocolate latte lipgloss.

So, she put some on, and then , for some reason, she looked at Harry.

He looked so hot today. She loved the way his hair looked, all messy and untidy. He was the sexiest boy in the class, no doubt.

Five minutes later, she had felt sick with herself. After all, she was Ron's girlfriend. She couldn't figure it out. All of a sudden, Harry appealed to her like a sex god.

Hermione went to bed that night very angry, and woke up extremely confused.

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