Disclaimer: I own nothing .:sniff:. Rated for possible future 'chapters', FUTURE SLASH WARNING!
A/N This is the sixteenth of the series of drabbles and one-shots I'm writing for the 100 Times Challenge
Set in 7th year in Hogwarts, HBP and DH didn't happen.
16. Was Confused
Harry sat on the usual couch in the Gryffindor common room, staring at the parchment in front of him.
"This is hopeless!" He exclaimed, throwing his quill onto the table.
"You're right mate," said Ron, imitating Harry's action, "this makes no sense."
At this moment Hermione climbed through the portrait and saw her boyfriend and her best friend.
"What's the matter?" She asked, flinging her bag down beside the table and sitting in the armchair beside the fire.
"This potions home-work. It's impossible." said Ron with a snarl, "Snape's having a laugh with this!"
Hermione sighed, she was used to dealing with the two boys and their potions homework, "It's not that difficult. You just have to figure out which antidote you would have to administer to someone who was given the poisons."
Harry rubbed the bridge of his nose, "That's all well and good Hermione," he said "but he only gave us the ingredients, not the potions themselves. I couldn't even start trying to figure out the antidote without at least attempting to make the poison itself!"
"Harry, we made these potions in First Year. They're simple!"
Ron looked at Harry and then at Hermione; "How much attention to you think we paid in First Year? We didn't make any attempt at potions until after the O.W.L's."
Hermione shook her head and glanced at the pieces of crumpled parchment that were strewn across the table. She could never figure out why Harry didn't apply himself more, he was the best wizard in the school, or he could be if he pulled his weight. Although she would never admit it, she was slightly glad that he never worked to his potential, for although she wanted him to do well, she was quite proud to have the highest grades in the school. However, she did take pity on her friends in situations such as this and, although she would never admit it, it had taken her some time to figure out the potions themselves.
"Tell you what," she said slowly, "I'll give you the names of the potions, but you'll have to figure out the antidotes yourselves."
Harry and Ron glanced at each other and grinned,
"Thank you Hermione!" Ron said, delighted to have gotten out of some of the work.
"You're the best you know that?" Harry said at the same time, "It's times like these I'm so glad you take pity on us!" Hermione laughed and reached into her bag,
"It'll stop eventually, one day I just wont care any more." she smirked.
"That will never happen, you'll always care about me." the sentence barely reached Hermione's ears.
Hermione looked up and directly into her boyfriends eyes. Unbeknownst to their best friend, the two seventeen year old's had recently decided that they truly could love each other forever, the ring that was currently being sized in Hogsmead was but a small symbol of that.
"Be that as it may," she replied in equally hushed tones, "I might stop caring about your school work once we get to London."