A/N: Well, Siriusandharryluvrr you got me. I'm back. I'll try, but I'm not sure how this is gonna go. I know all of this is going to be so random, but I ask you all to bear with me. I will probably re-post this once I'm absolutely sure it's finished and make it all make more sense. I just HATE Harry/Ginny now so I have to wash my hands of it.

Harry and Ginny had broken up. (A/N: bet I just lost a few fans there eh?) Harry had finally wised up and realized that there was something other than love going on. He'd wake up with weirder than normal tastes in his mouth, and at breakfast he began noticing a peculiar taste in his pumpkin juice. He stared across the table at Ron and Hermione, who talked and laughed while eating breakfast. Nothing much has changed between them. But why does it seem like things had to change so much for me and Ginny to get together? I barely noticed her, and now she's all I think about? Something's going on. I should talk to Ron first, make sure I'm not crazy.

After breakfast, Harry grabbed Ron and they traipsed up to the common room. Hermione and Ginny had gone to the Quidditch Pitch-- practice was to be held in a half hour and both girls wanted to get up there to watch their boyfriends.

"Ron, have you noticed anything weird since you've been with Hermione?"

"Like what?"

"Like weird tastes or smells."

Ron looked at him like he was insane.

"No. Why?"

"Because I have, lately."

"I have noticed you've been a bit off for a while mate. Something wrong?"

"No I think I'll just go visit Snape for a minute. See you at practice."

"Oh okay. Snape! Did I hear you right? Voluntarily? Damn. Something must be going on."

"Yeah I guess. See you."

"Yeah." Ron walked away, shaking his head. Harry thought he heard him mumble "Nutters that one."

Harry shuddered involuntarily as he stepped over the threshold of the dungeons. The air was dank and a faint dripping could be heard toward the back. Severus Snape sat at his desk looking over rolls of parhment, marking them with large red marks.

"Erm, Professor?"

"What is it Potter? It's Saturday. Don't you have something to do besides pester me?"

"Sir, I wondered if you could tell me the symptoms of a love potion. You see I've been tasting strange things for about a month, and I wondered, if maybe…" He trailed off.

"Smelling strange things too? Like around that Weasley girl perhaps?"

"Yes Sir."

Snape left his desk and turned to a large cabinet stationed in the far corner of the expansive chamber. He opened the doors to reveal a number of bottles and jars. After pondering for a moment, he took out a small vial of clear blue liquid and poured its contents into a smaller container.

"Here. Drink this, you'll be cured, and you can be sure that no other love potion will affect you."

"Thank you very much Sir."

"Yes, yes. Go away."

Harry nodded and turned to go. Once he reached the corridor, he quickly swallowed all of the blue liquid and felt himself slump back into normalcy. He quickly rushed up to the common room to get ready for Quidditch.

Ron was already down on the field when Harry finally got down there. He waved, eager to begin practice. Ron loved the feeling of the air rushing around him, and seeing the blur of colors as he flew around.

"Oi Ron!" Harry shouted at him as he ran.

"Yeah?"

"You think I could have a minute alone with your sister?"

"Well what are you going to do? She's up there already." He gestured to the bleachers.

"I'll hover up there and talk to her. Get Hermione will you? I have to do this now and I've only got a few minutes before the rest of the team comes."

"Yeah sure mate." Ron flew up, and told Hermione what was going to happen.

"Oh, all right. Goodness I hate flying."

"I won't let go. Nothing to be afraid of." He tried to reassure her.

"Okay. I trust you." She got up off the bleacher she sat on, and reached up to Ron, who grasped her hands and pulled her up onto the broom in front of him.

"Hold on," he whispered.

They did a few circles of the field, careful to keep out of earshot of Harry and Ginny's conversation. Though Hermione couldn't hear anything, she kept glancing over to see Ginny's face in her hands and Harry looking very angry. Finally, he flew away from her just as the other players filed onto the field. Ginny ran down the stairs, sobbing. Hermione looked at Ron, not sure what to do. He looked at her equally confused.

"Just stay and watch for a bit. She probably needs to be alone for a little bit anyway."

"Yeah, I suppose you're probably right." Hermione took her seat and stayed for the entire practice.

"A Love Potion? You're kidding." Hermione was talking to Harry and Ron as they walked back up from the pitch.

"Nope. I wish I was. I can't believe she'd do that. I feel so…violated and betrayed. For a while there I really thought I could trust her you know?"

"We know Harry." Ron assured. "There's no excuse for that. I'll talk to her."

"Ron, you'll just end up sounding insensitive." Hermione mentioned carefully. Ron shot her a look. "Oh honestly, I don't mean it that way. If any male tried to talk to her right now they'd sound insensitive."

"Yeah okay. You're right," he agreed.

Hermione was the first to see Ginny after the break up. She was in Myrtle's bathroom, crying. Her robes were soaked from the floor. Obviously Moaning Myrtle wasn't having the best day either.

"Gin?" She called.

"Go away Hermione."

"No. I can't."

"Why, are you stuck? I'd be glad to push you."

"Ginny what got into you? A love potion? Remember when you first came to me with the idea? I told you that all a love potion would do is make him never love you. Not really. It's going to take a lot for him to forgive you. He feels very betrayed. You took advantage of him. That's not love. That's more like something you would do to someone you hate."

"I didn't know it would ever wear off."

"Ginny almost all potions wear off. And honestly, wouldn't you rather he truly loved you, even as only a friend rather than be angry at you like he is now?"

"Yeah. It was stupid. I know. But I was happy for a little while."

"That's the point. Love, real love, makes you happy forever. Not just for a little while." Hermione looked at her friend, who was deep in thought. "Let's go down to lunch okay?"

"Okay. But I'm sitting next to you and across from Ron."

"All right. Come on."

A/N: Well, this was a more Harry/Ginny centric chapter. I'll be back ASAP with a Ron/Hermione one. Expect more fun with love potions. That's the only valuable piece of inspiration I got from HBP. I really didn't like it much.