It had been one of those long, insufferably boring days at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and a one Harry Potter had not been exempt from the mind-numbing boredom that had inhabited itself in the students. He plopped down onto a couch in the Gryffindor common room, throwing his books down beside him. He glared down at his potions book, the ingredients to a love potion poking out from the top. He'd been assigned it for homework, since Malfoy had taken the liberty of dropping the wrong ingredient in his cauldron as he walked by. The potion had begun to quiver, shimmer, and then bam! The whole room had been coated in a sickeningly pink substance, and Snape had deducted house points, and assigned homework.
"If Malfoy and Snape weren't such gits, I wouldn't have to do this." Hermione sighed from where she sat, finishing her Ancient Runes essay.
"Harry, you wouldn't have gotten that potion right even if Malfoy hadn't dropped something in it." He glared.
"Yeah well, I might not have had homework if he hadn't." Ron nodded.
"He's right, 'Mione, he would have just gotten points deducted." Seamus nodded.
"Right idiot, Snape is. I know he had to have seen Malfoy drop that stuff in Harry's cauldron!" Hermione stood, rolling her eyes.
"It makes no difference now, does it? Harry, I'll get you my home potions kit, I'll even help you, but you have to do the work this time, got it?" He smiled.
"Thanks Hermione."
An hour and a half later, we find Harry Potter sitting in front of a puke green potion which should be turning a pale pink by this stage in the process. He sighed, looking over at Hermione.
"What'd I do wrong this time, 'Mione?" She looked over, wrinkling her nose at the green potion.
"You didn't add the powdered mandrake root…" She handed him a bit. "Add it now, it shouldn't hurt anything." Harry took the ingredient, throwing it in, and bam! He sighed, covered in green goop.
"Looks like I'm going to be doing this again, huh Hermione?" He blinked. "'Mione? Why are you staring at me?" The girl smiled, giggling, a light blush creeping to her cheeks.
"Because you're just so adorable, Harry." His eyes widened, and he stumbled back.
"Wha-What! What about Ron!" She smiled.
"What about him? Its you I want, Harry!" She lunged over at him, and Harry nearly avoided being tackled. He jumped up, taking the stairs to the boy's dormitory two at a time, slamming the door behind him for good measure.
"That…was…scary…" He fell down onto the bed, running a hand through his mop of unruly dark hair. "I wonder what's gotten into her?" He suddenly frowned, sensing that someone was staring at him. He turned, and noticed the whole lot of Gryffindor sixth year boys were looking. Harry raised an eyebrow. "Something you lot want?" Neville blushed lightly, shaking his head.
"No-nothing, Harry! Nothing at all!" Seamus, unfortunately, was a bit more open with the others' feelings.
"We all want a good shagging with you, Harry my boy." The Boy Who Lived blinked, shaking his head.
"You have to be bloody well kidding me!" Dean shook his head.
"We're not…you're just so…sexy!" Harry looked over at Ron for support.
"Ron, surely you don't want to…?" But Ron's blushing face was enough to tell Harry that he indeed wanted to get into his trousers as well. The object of everyone's obsession stood, grabbing his books and a change of clothes off his trunk.
"I'm going to…go sleep somewhere else tonight…" There was a collective groan and Harry quickly dashed out of the dormitory and out of the common room, barely missing Hermione tackling him again. He didn't stop running till he'd made it to the Room of Requirement, which he requested to be a place to hide out till morning.
'Somehow I sense tomorrow is going to be a long day…'