A/N: Sorry I haven't been updating this story often, I've been busy. And lazy. It's not my best, but I hope you enjoy! ~J.O.L.W
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. Or else I would be rich, and not writing fanfictions of it, because I would own the real thing.
That afternoon, Hermione sat on an armchair reading a book intently, Ron sat on the floor at her feet playing Exploding Snap, and Harry was laying on the couch. BAM! The cards exploded, singeing the end of his red hair, and his eyebrows. Harry and Hermione laughed. "It's not funny." he mutttered. "Here, I'll fix it." Hermione said, pulling out her wand and pointing it at Ron's face. She muttered a spell, and Ron's eyebrows grew back. "Thanks." he said. She smiled, and went back to reading.
Harry, even though he was only five, knew they obviously fancied eachother. He wondered when they would finally get together.
"Harry, are you okay? You've been awfully quiet." Hermione said. "I'm fine." he said. Then, Dobby appeared. "Miss Granger, Mr. Wheezy, Professor Dumbledore has sent Dobby here to give Harry Potter a potion. He says Harry Potter has been de-aged, and this will age him overnight." he said, holding a vial filled with blue potion.
"W-will this bring him back to sixteen?" Hermione asked. Taking care of Harry was fun. Sure she was upset about missing classes, but she spent time alone with Ron. Well, Harry was there, but he was five, and very quiet.
"Oh, no miss, this will age him to eight years old. From five to sixteen is too big of a change." Dobby said. Hermione smiled. "Thank you Dobby, we'll give this to Harry." she said polietly. Dobby bowed. "Miss is very kind to Dobby." he said, then disappeared with a crack.
"Okay, let's see if little Harry is as stubborn as he is sixteen." Ron said.
"Harry, you know how you were de-aged?" Hermione asked him, sitting next to him." "Yes." Harry said. "Well, this potion, is going to age you overnight to seven years old, because to age you back to sixteen is too big a change." she said, handing him the vial.
Harry took the vial. "It looks gross." he said making a face. Hermione sighed. "You never do grow out of not liking medicine. Just drink it, it'll be over with." Ron urged. Harry wrinkled his nose, but opened the vial and drank it. He gagged, and put the vial down. A moment later, he had fallen asleep on the couch. Ron picked him up, and carried him to his bed. He came back, and he and Hermione sat on the couch together. Ron suddenly grabbed her hand. She gasped, and looked at him surprised, but smiled at him, and leaned into his shoulder.
Maybe they would get together sooner than Harry thought.