Since the last chapter was so short, I'm updating again today! Thanks for the reviews already!
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Harry stared at Hermione as she tried to think of a way to counter a sure check mate. She seems so uneasy about everything lately, and he had sneaked a look at one of her tests which had been graded B-. For him or Ron that would have been great, but for Hermione, it was unheard of. And something Draco had said to him in the hall a couple of weeks back dragged on his mind. What could he have meant by that?>> Harry wondered. "The great Harry Potter, can defeat the great Lord, but not save his little mud blood friend." What mud bloods needed saving? Surely not the strong girl in front of me?>> He looked hard at her again, and sighed. Feeling bubbled at the surface but he pushed them down. She's my best mate, and my other best mate's best mate.>>
"A ha!" Hermione cried, moving her pawn in triumph, and pulling Harry from his thoughts. Upon closer inspection he saw that he had completely thwarted his plan, leaving him on the run.
"Bloody hell Hermione, how did you see that? I didn't even see it!" Harry complained, and put his entire mind on the chess game. While he was concentrating he thought he could smell something almost sickly sweet, but put that out of his mind as well. Be damned if he was going to let a girl beat him.
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Hermione looked at Harry concentrating so hard, and saw her opportunity. She took out the bottle of potion she had slaved over and opened it under the table. She was sure the smell would cause him to look around, and he did visible sniff at it, but kept looking at the board. Taking a deep breath she put her finger over the lid of the bottle and tipped it upside down. She could feel her finger tingling, and she could feel the effect on her own libido.
She slid over to Harry breathing on the back of his neck. Harry squirmed, and finally looked up at her, catching her eyes.
"Mione? Uuuh... What are.. Ummm… huh?" He stuttered out. Hermione raised her finger to his lips, and his eyes went wide. Oh god, what have I done?>> was all Hermione could think.
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Harry watched his best mate raise her finger to his mouth. There was something very different about her from just 5 minutes ago. The sudden change was scary really, but at the same time he was intrigued. Then the finger touched his lips and his mind exploded. All he could think about was where the nearest bed was. Harry what are you doing, this isn't natural! Stop it!>> this thought came through the thick fog of his head as he was roughly wrapping his arms around Hermione. Sickly sweet… damnnit!>>
"Hermione… love potion?" Harry gasped out. It was hard to speak when all he wanted to do was kiss this girl.
"Harry, I'm so sorry, I shouldn't of. I don't muhf" Hermione tried to apologize, but her words were cut off by Harry's mouth on hers. No more words could come to her mind for with the kiss the potion took its hold on her.
The kissing lasted for about 5 minutes before Hermione torn Harry's shirt off. Potion or no potion, seeing Harry's well defined chest would be enough to drive anyone over the edge. Hermione knocked him over, and straddling him kept kissing with renewed vigor. She was vagly aware of Harry pulling her shirt off as well, and that her knickers were following. She only realized that they were both stark naked when Harry lifted her up and put her on her back on the couch. Some voice was screaming in the back of her head for attention, but then Harry entered her and there was nothing more to think about.
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Hermione awoke almost an hour later, with a bad headache. She evaluated the scene in the common room. Their clothes were strewn everywhere, and Harry was still inside her. He looked so peaceful, and was smiling. One arm was dangling down the couch, the other was under her head, and his head was resting on her very naked chest. He won't be smiling when he actually wakes up. God how could you be so stupid. And you can't even run off because you can't get up unless you wake him!>> Sighing, Hermione gently prodded Harry. He slowly woke up, and when his senses finally returned he jumped off her with a start.
"Mione! What the hell happened! What did you do?" Harry said quietly, putting his pants back on. On the word do, he stared right into her eyes.
"Harry, I'm sorry. I don't know what I was thinking. I thought that if I slept with you Draco wouldn't think I was a prude anymore. I know shagging with him would have worked too, but I already liked you, and I hate him, and I could stand the though of even touching him, but I already liked you, but I knew you'd say no, because you have no feelings for me, cuz I'm just a fat ugly mud blood." Hermione realized she had just spilled what she had kept inside for all these months, and looked at Harry with tears in her eyes. His mouth was hanging open.
"You liked me?" was all he could think to say, but then shook his head. "Wait, Mione, you're beautiful, and too thin if you ask me. We've all been worried sick about the weight you've been losing, but didn't know who to tell. Put some clothes on, we're going to see Madam Pomfrey."
"Harry, I can't, what if she founds out I used that potion. The effects take two hours to totally wear off!" This wasn't true, the potion only lasts about 20 minutes, but Hermione was desperate not to go see anyone about her weight. They'd make her fat. But deep inside she knew she had to, she was getting very sick and tired of the life style she had created for herself, and knew she needed help. "Harry, don't you hate me?"
"No Mione. I'm a tad ticked off for sure, but…" Harry blushed as red as Ron's hair and refused to finish the sentence.
"So you won't tell anyone about it? I should have just asked you…"
"You're right you should of Hermione. I probably wouldn't have said no." With those words he kissed her again, and again, until Hermione wasn't sure that the potion was worn off. Especially when clothes started being shed again, and round two commenced.
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Sitting in Madam Pomfrey's examination room, Hermione was very nervous. She knew Pomfrey had run off to get the Headmaster, after declaring her very sickly. Harry was stood beside her bed holding her hand. The memory of Harry holding her closely until that hour until he thought the potion was worn off was still fresh. He had asked her to be his girlfriend officially, and she had accepted. But the he still forced her to come here.
Very quickly Dumbledore followed Pomfrey to her bed. He looked at her with great sadness.
"Hermione, Pomfrey has told me about your condition. I fear I haven't kept as close an eye on my best student as I should have. Your slipping marks should have warned me, but I had assumed a distraction of a more… romantic nature." At this he looked over his glasses at Harry.
"What's wrong with her Professor?" Harry asked quietly.
"Anorexia, though luckily not in the worst stages. Her recovery should go well, with lots of support." He looked back at Hermione. "Hermione, do you wish to get better?"
Harry was surprised when she didn't immediately answer, unable to fathom that she may not want to get better. But after a few seconds she meekly said "yes" before bursting into tears.
"I will have to tell Molly. But if you wish I will not tell your own parents." Dumbledore said gently. Hermione just nodded.
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(Two weeks later)
"Harry and Ron! How are you going to get your essays finished if you don't stop playing still games?" Hermione yelled, as Ron tried to put Harry in a headlock. The both parted and looked sheepish, and went back to their essays. Hermione simply rolled her eyes and went back to her essay on the effect of the lunar cycle on great events in history.
"Sometimes I wonder if I liked her better when she didn't talk to us." Ron complained in a whisper. At a glare from Harry he quickly added "I'm joking."
Harry looked over at the girl in the corner muttering to herself. In the last two weeks she hadn't put on much weight, but she was much happier. She was no longer hiding from people, and she had let her hair go bushy again. Once Ginny had heard what was going on, she took over Hermione's care. For the first few days Ginny did everything for her, telling her what to wear, what to do with her hair, and what to eat. This quickly got their Hermione back to old patterns, and back to school work. Ron had been a bit out raged when Harry had finally told him that they were dating, without mention the events on the couch he was sitting on at the time, but softened to the idea. Ginny had said something along the lines of "about time" and left it at that.
Everything is finally getting better.>> Harry thought, smiling widely, and got back to his essay.
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(A/N)
Or is it! Muhahaha. Anyway, this brings me up to the point where I want to be. I probably could have started a new story, but I already got this one going. The next chapter will probably be fluff, but there's a big turn ahead!