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Chapter 5

The Side Effects of Chocolate

It was only five in the morning, but in her loving state, Hermione didn't care. She hummed the 'I Love Ron' song wile making her bed and dressing. She pranced to the seventh year girls' room and jumped on the bed containing a sleeping Ginny.

Ginny's screech woke up the whole room. Hermione kept jumping before she fell off and landed on the ground with a thud.

"I'm SOOOOOOOOO in love!" she yelled from the floor.

Ginny held her head before springing out of bed to stop Hermione, who had gotten off the floor and was hopping across the room. She quickly pulled Hermione out of the room as she started singing in opera tones.

Ginny shoved Hermione into an armchair. When Hermione kept jumping out of the chair, Ginny resorted to sitting on her.

"I hope you'll excuse my language later, Hermione, but what the hell is you5r problem? It's only five in the morning, and you're acting like your drunk or something."

Hermione giggled. "So…"

"Y-y-you're a-actually drunk?" Ginny stammered.

"I'M DRUNK OFF LOVE!"

Ginny slapped her hand over Hermione's mouth.

"Okay. Hermione, I will remove my hand if you calmly tell me what the hell it is your yelling about.

Ginny slowly removed her hand. Hermione let a contented sigh escape from her lips. She then crossed her legs and sat very lady-like.

"I have come to the obvious conclusion that Ronald Bilius Weasley and I, Hermione Jane Granger, are DESTINED to be together."

"Well, that's very nice, but that doesn't tell me why you're acting like this!"

Hermione threw Ginny off of her and got on a couch and started bouncing on it. "Hey, Ginny, in the muggle world there's this band called The Darkness and they sing this great song! I BELIEVE IN A THING CALLED LOVE! JUST LISTEN TO THE RHYTHM OF MY HEART! THERE'S A CHANCE WE'LL MAKE IT NOW. WE'LL KEEP ROCKING 'TIL THE SUN GOES DOWN! I BELIEVE IN A THING CALLED LOOOOOOOOOOOOVE! OOOOOOOOH! LET'S GO!"

For the second time that morning, Hermione tripped while jumping and landed on the floor with a loud thud.

Ginny sat up on the floor where Hermione had thrown her and held her head. "Okay, this has to be a spell, enchantment, or maybe a potion that has made you so… in love. Love spell… love enchantment… Love potion! You took a love potion! But you didn't know about it because you would never take an unidentified substance willingly. What did you do yesterday after I went upstairs?"

"I gave my love his books and went to bed," Hermione said dreamily still lying on the floor.

"Anything else?" Ginny asked desperately.

"Oh, yeah, I took the chocolate to the head girl's dorm."

"D-did you eat the chocolate?"

"Just one, but you don't have to worry about cavities. You're teeth are perfect."

"That's it!" Ginny half-yelled, jumping to her feet. "The chocolate had a love potion in it! This has Fred and George written all over it. There's only one problem. The person who bought the chocolate would have to alter it so the consumer will fall in love with them. Your obviously over-obsessed with Ron, but Ron was in detention that Hogsmeade weekend for accidentally punching Flitwick. So, someone must have altered the chocolate in some other way. Wow, being in your body is making me think like you, Hermione.

Hermione twitched.

"You have to stay away from Ron until this potion wears off. It wouldn't be right for me, as his sister, to suddenly snog him."

"But I can't fight my feelings! I'll try my best to stay away, but when we go to the Burrow for Christmas, nothing will hold me back!"

"Oh, God. I forgot all about that! How am I supposed to stop you from engaging in non-sisterly activities! Um, hey Hermione, I bet you couldn't write a 100 foot song about Ron!"

Hermione sat up on the ground and looked at Ginny sideways. "I bet I could write a 200 foot song."

"You're on!"

Hermione popped off the floor and stormed up to the 6th year girls' dormitory to write the incredibly long song.

Ginny, knowing Hermione didn't like being told she couldn't do something, was relieved that Hermione accepted the distraction. It was going to be hard to restrain Hermione from Ron. Her only help would be Harry.

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Harry felt his side being prodded consistently. He bad away a person's hand without bothering to open his eyes. The hand continued to prod him in the side. Having been cranky from being awaken rudely, he found the person's arm and shoved them to the ground. Harry heard a heavy thud then soon after the sound of a hand slapping his face. He opened his eyes and started to say something, but then he saw Hermione's scowling face. He put on his most innocent can't-help-but-love-me face.

"Morning, Ginny," he whispered.

"Don't even try that innocent act. I am mad at you for shoving your girlfriend to the floor."

"Well, I didn't exactly plan for my girlfriend to wake me up at five in the morning. Wait until we're married to do that."

"I didn't plan to wake up at five in the morning either, but Hermione ate the chocolate. And what do you mean 'wait until we're married'?"

Harry chuckled and reached out for Ginny's hand. "Is that some sort of secret code? And of course we're getting married, everyone's already buying wedding gifts to preserve for a few years."

Ginny pulled her had away from Harry's grasp. "No, it's not. She ate one of the chocolates that she offered to permanently dispose of."

Harry sat up abruptly, startling Ginny. "Has she been talking about Amelia Telson? She bought the chocolate for me."

Ginny put her hands on her hips and cocked her head to the side. "No, she's actually in love with Ron. Who's Amelia Telson? Why is she buying you chocolate?"

Harry, amused at Ginny's jealousy, pulled her toward him. He grinned slyly as her.

"It's not working, Harry," Ginny said even though she was smiling. His touch still made her spine tingle and her stomach do somersaults. Harry kissed her on the nose. Ginny returned her affection by kissing him on the lips softly at first then harder, making her forget why she was there.

"This is not the time for a snogging session. I'm still in Hermione's body. If anyone woke up and saw us, we wouldn't hear the end of it."

"I know we shouldn't. it's just that these couldn't be our last few months together. The whole wizarding world is counting on me to…"

Ginny looked down at the floor sadly.

He tilted her head and looked into her eyes. "It takes a hell of a lot to kill me, Gin."

She gave him another light kiss.

"I know," she whispered into his ear.

Ginny slowly backed away from Harry's bed, their fingers still entwined. She kept backing away until their fingers separated.

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After Ginny left, Harry crawled out of bed. He searched through his school bag for a piece of parchment and a quill. After "borrowing" Ron's ink well he hastily wrote a letter.

In the common room Ginny was half asleep in front of the fire. He attempted to sneak past her, but she turned and faced him.

"What are y-y-you doing?" Ginny yawned.

"Going down to the owlery." Harry held up the parchment. "Just telling McGonagall she should be expecting us in her office tomorrow morning."

"Okay, I'm going to attempt to get back to sleep. Night." Ginny smiled tiredly and went up to bed.

Harry sighed, relieved that he had improved at making excused but he also felt bad telling half truths to someone he really loved. He ran out of the tower and through the dark halls, his steps echoing against the walls. He stopped when he heard a nearby meow. He ducked behind a suit of armour, holding his breath. He saw a small shadow approaching that might have been Mrs. Norris, but the owner of the shadow was actually Crookshanks. He popped back up and continued running. He didn't like the glow in Crookshanks' eye. What was he doing out anyway?

He was almost to the owlery when he was the real Mrs. Norris, closely followed by Filch.

Filch stared at Harry accusingly and was about to scold him when he saw the parchment in Harry's left hand. Filch nodded and continued down the hall.

Harry sighed and ran the little ways to the owlery. After a minute or two of searching, he found Hedwig.

"Same place," he whispered as the attached the letter to her leg. Hedwig nipped his finger affectionately and flew into the night sky.

On the way back to the Gryffindor tower he stopped at a window. He couldn't see well through the stained glass, but still the most visible landmark was the astronomy tower. He peered down at the base of the tower. Still visible through the stain glass was a white mist. Harry was awe-struck for a moment, then he smiled. A knowing smile.

:Monday 4 a.m.:

Hermione was still sitting in the common room diligently working on the "I Love Ron" song. She stopped when she heard a whispering behind her. She put her arms in the air and stretched back over the chair. Suddenly, a pair of gloved hands wrestled her gently but firmly to the floor and bound her hands and feet. She opened her mouth prepared to scream but no sound came out. The whispering she heard must have been a silencing charm. A cloth blindfold covered her eyes. A strong pair of arms picked her up and carried her off.

The kidnapper dropped her in the hall after tripping over the corner of a statue. She got her knees and hands and shuffled quickly along the hall blindly. Her captor quickly jumped to their feet and ran after her. The pair of arms grabbed her once again. He whispered in her ear in a very familiar voice.

"I didn't want to do this the hard way, but it looks like I'm gonna have to."

Questions you might be asking yourself:

1) Why is Hermione in love with Ron and not Amelia Telson?

2) What did Harry write in that letter?

3) Why did Filch let Harry off?

4) What did Harry mean when he told Hedwig "same place"?

5) What was that white mist?

6) Who's kidnapping Hermione?

I'm not going to answer these questions now, but they will be answered later in the story. I would love to know what you think will happen.

Thank you for reading, and I'm hoping for at least 6 reviews, or I won't continue. I just feel like if no one reviews, then they hate the story. Please prove me wrong.

I hope the next chapter will come more quickly! I'm done with marching band so practice won't wind me up anymore. At least until jazz band.

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