Disclaimer: I own nothing what so ever in the world of Potter nor did I create the word meniscus…it's a real thing!
A/N: This idea was hatched in my grade 11 chemistry class when my teacher was describing how to measure correctly for a lab…Pacific Rose and I thought 'meniscus' was a very amusing word.
Aah, summer. A time to relax and unwind after a jam packed year. Where basking in the sun is the only thing you should be doing. Unfortunately, it's a different case for some people. They have no time; instead they must continue working. Or else the fate of the wizarding world must crumble.
"Come on Ron! You must master this potion," Hermione sighed with frustration.
"I know, I know. I almost have it; I'm just a little off," cried Ron.
The two seventeen year olds were in the Burrow's basement among the clutter of old photographs, armchairs and dust. Hermione was trying to cram their entire seventh year into one week before they left with Harry to Godric's Hollow. Ron was attempting to make a tricky little potion that allows you to blend in with shadows.
"Start again. Perhaps you are measuring the wrong amounts," said Hermione. "6mL of a hinkypunk's saliva…wait; let me look at how much you've measured." She expertly snatched the flask from Ron's fingers and held it at eye level. "Well, here's your problem," she exclaimed. "You were measuring it from the top of the meniscus instead of the bottom!"
"The what?" demanded Ron.
"Meniscus."
"And what is a my-his-kiss?" asked Ron smiling slightly. Hermione blushed.
"A men-is-cus," she corrected him, "is the oval shape that forms at the top of a liquid that acts like water. So the top line of the liquid is curved. You must measure it from the bottom of the bowl." Ron reached for the flask, closing the space between them. His fingers entwined with hers as he took hold of the bottle. Hermione's breath came in short gasps.
"Thank you," he whispered, "for explaining what a my-his-kiss is."
"Meniscus," said Hermione automatically watching Ron's mouth advance. He kissed her then pulled back and searched her face. "Although, my-his-kiss works to," said Hermione eagerly and she kissed him back.
"So what was Ron doing wrong with the potion?" asked Harry a couple of hours later.
"Oh, he was just measuring the my-his-kiss wrong," giggled Hermione.
"Huh?"
"Never mind Harry, he's got it now."
A/N: Just a short fic…did you get the inner meaning of the ending? I like that ending…I'm proud of it.