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Chapter 1: Denial, Denial And More Denial!

"This could end really badly Ron!" He grabbed Ron's shoulder to stop him from walking any further. "This is a potion that your brother's made after all, you can't trust it!"

Harry had spent the last week trying to talk Ron out of his crazy plan. The redhead had been bugging Hermione to go out with him for months, but she kept telling him that she doesn't have the time for such pointless things. It would make him fume with anger every time. He had more than enough, if she wouldn't give him a straight answer, he would find out in his own way. He had made up his mind.

Turning around to face Harry, he removed his hand from his shoulder. "You're supposed to be my best mate."

"I am, but…"

"Mione has been driving me crazy, she won't even tell me a simple yes or no, I need to know the truth and for that I need your help, will you help me or not mate?" He crossed his arms on his chest and frowned.

"Alright, fine, but if something goes wrong this is on you. I'm sick of arguing with you." Harry carried on walking down the hall as Ron followed him with a small grin on his face.

Ron had asked his twin brothers, Fred and George to concoct him a special potion that would reveal one's true love. The twins made an agreement that Ron would need to pay up if he wanted the potion, so he had managed to convince Harry to buy it for him after days of begging. Once the boy's arrived in the Gryffindor common room they headed towards Fred and George who were sitting on the couch near the fireplace, bickering as always.

Both twin's attention shifted to Ron and Harry upon their arrival. "Hello little brother, Harry." They both said with big smiles on their faces.

"Do you have it?" Ron asked them.

"Why, yes we do, little brother." Fred stuck out his hand with the little bottle full of pink liquid. George smirked as he crossed his legs. "Pray tell, who are you going to be using it on?"

"It's none of your business." He said as he snagged the potion from Fred's hand.

"Hey! We made that potion with all of our love and hard work, can't you at least tell us who it's going to be used on?" Fred mocked being hurt by Ron's comment.

"With all your love and hard work? I'm your brother and you bloody made me pay for this." He said in an annoyed tone.

"Oh please, Ron, we all know who truly paid for this little concoction?" George pointed at Harry with a big smile. "Besides, the ingredients weren't free, you know?"

Harry rolled his eyes at the twins.

"Alright, you got the potion Ron, now let's go and get this over with so that Hermione can bloody murder us later." He left the common room looking very annoyed.

"Hermione eh?" Fred commented with a sly grin.

"Shut up Fred, honestly I don't understand how the both of you haven't been sorted into Slytherin." He snapped, leaving the common room whilst hearing his twin brother's snickering behind him.

Before entering the great hall for dinner, Harry looked at Ron. "Are you a hundred percent sure you want to go through with this?"

"I am." He said, glaring at his best friend. "Now as soon as Dumbledore is done with his speech, I will somehow distract Hermione so that you can pour the potion into her mug. Got it?"

Harry nodded.

The boys entered the great hall, sat at their usual spot in front of the brunette and waited for the headmaster to finish his regular speech routine. Once the food appeared on the table Ron had "accidently" spilled Hermione's drink while trying to reach the plate of mashed potatoes. Fuck! I didn't mean to spill her mug! What the fuck am I supposed to do now!?

"What the hell Ron!?" She gasped as her drink spilled all over her, she desperately tried to wipe off as much of the liquid she could with her napkin.

Since Hermione was too busy trying to wipe off her clothes, Harry grabbed his own drink and quickly poured the potion into it. No one at their table noticed since they were too busy stuffing their faces and talking about their day. "Here, Mione, you can have mine. I'm not very thirsty anyways." He offered her his drink.

"Thanks, Harry, honestly Ron you could try and be a bit more careful. I've got it all over my clothes now." She sighed.

"Sorry, Mione, I didn't mean to spill it all over you." He tried, with an apologetic look. Thank Merlin on your quick thinking Harry! Filling his plate he told her. "You could've come with us to quidditch practice instead of studying for once, you know?" As per usual, Ron had no table manners and talked with his mouth disgustingly full.

She grimaced. "Well maybe you should study for once, and for Merlin's sake Ron, how many times am I going to have to tell you not to talk with your mouth full? No one needs to see what's going on inside your mouth." He shrugged her off and kept on filling his mouth like she never said anything. She shifted her eyes over to Harry and noticed he wasn't eating much at all compared to Ron. "Harry, are you okay? You aren't eating."

"I'm fine, Mione, Just not feeling hungry." He kept twirling his fork around the food on his plate.

"Well you know we're here for you if you need to talk about anything, right Ron?"

Seeing as Ron hasn't heard a word she said, she smacked him on the shoulder. The sudden smack brought him out of his reverie, he looked at both of his best friends. She tried again. "Right Ron?"

"Uhhhh, yeah, right?" He said, being confused at what he was agreeing to.

Hermione sighed, both of her best friends had been acting weird throughout dinner. Ron seemed to be lost in thought while Harry looked like he had a rough day and didn't want to talk about it, so she stuck to silence. Harry felt guilty for setting up Hermione with the potion, but he was also sick and tired of having Ron harass and beg him all the time for his help, though he himself was a little curious as to who Hermione really fancied, so he decided to go on with the plan even if he knew it'd wouldn't end well, he didn't really feel like he had a choice because of Ron anyways. Once dinner was over, the golden trio headed over to the Gryffindor common room as per usual. Once arrived, Hermione started feeling a bit odd so she bid the boys a good night and ran up to her room.

"It looks like it was a success!" Fred and George had snuck up behind the boys startling them.

"Bloody hell, can you just stop sneaking up on me like that!" The redhead cried.

Harry had enough of the day, so he also decided to go to bed early. "Well I'm off to bed too, good night." He left without waiting for a reply.

The twins looked at Ron questioningly. "What's wrong with him?" They asked.

"Dunno, probably just tired, anyways, you said the potion would start working as soon as she got up in the morning right?"

"Yeah, as soon as she wakes up, she should have the sudden need to go to her secret love, it's inevitable." Fred replied. "Just don't go holding it out on us if secondary effects appear, little brother."

"What!? You never mentioned any secondary effects?" He squeaked.

"You should have known as it's experimental, little brother, we've never made it before." George tapped him on the shoulder as he left with Fred.

"Bloody hell! Maybe Harry was right… this might not have been such a good idea…"

"What might not have been such a good idea?" Neville asked as he popped out from behind Ron.

Ron blushed. "Nothing… I'm going to bed, goodnight." He rushed upstairs leaving Neville by himself. As he reached the room, he saw Harry had closed his bed curtains and decided that it would be best if he'd do the same for the night.

Hermione had been granted a room to herself since she was the head girl. It wasn't a very big room, but it was hers, she also had a small bathroom of her own. It would provide relief from her loud and messy housemates. She locked the door and casted a silencing charm so that no one could barge in on her or hear anything. The brunette had a very big secret and she couldn't have anyone knowing about it, no, if anyone knew, she would never be able to live it down. It was an embarrassing and inappropriate secret. She took a shower, put her PJ's on and sat on the edge of her bed. The clock displayed that it was already 9pm. Time had flown by fast that night soshe decided an early night of sleep would probably do her good. She quickly plunged into a deep sleep.

November 1st 1996, 6:00 Am

Click, click, was heard throughout the empty classroom, Hermione had been patiently waiting for a couple of minutes. Minerva McGonagall had finally entered, you could hear the sound of her heels clicking throughout the room as she strode across with those deliciously long slender legs of hers. The brunette gulped as the woman of her dreams kept getting closer. McGonagall halted her steps in front of Hermione.

"Miss Granger, would you please explain to me as to why you wanted to meet in this empty classroom?" She looked at the brunette intently with her piercing emerald eyes.

"I-I-I uhhh." The brunette stuttered, not being able to voice what she had to say, she stared at the ground in shame.

The tall witch held Hermione's chin up so they could look each other in the eye. "Whatever is the matter darling?"

Without a second thought, Hermione crashed her lips on the older woman's.

Surprisingly, Minerva was already responding to the kiss. She pushed Hermione's back to the nearest wall and demanded entrance to her mouth with her tongue, Hermione gladly let her in. The brunette couldn't help but moan at the delicious taste of her professor's tongue, she shyly moved her hands towards her teacher's arse but Minerva stopped her from doing so and broke the kiss. Hermione was going to say something until Minerva put a finger to her lips.

"Shh darling, now is not the time to talk." She slowly undid the buttons on Hermione's robe as she caressed her neck with her teeth. After undressing the younger woman, she took a step back to admire her nude form. Hermione blushed furiously from the gaze of the taller witch. "Darling, you are so beautiful."

Taking a step forward she gently got on her knees as she pushed Hermione's legs apart and took a lick of the woman's juices that had been leaking all over her legs.

BEEP BEEP BEEP

Hermione woke up from her dream, sweating heavily and breathing hard to find herself automatically shutting off her alarm clock. The younger woman sat back up in her bed and groaned. FUCK FUCK FUCK! I need to stop dreaming about her like that, but I can't ask Madame Pomfrey for more dreamless potions, she'll become suspicious and ask me questions as to why I need them so much. As she got out of bed she felt the sticky fluid between her legs yet again. ARGH! She screamed and headed straight for the shower.