AN – This is the fifth instalment of the drabble story set. Letter E! :)
Disclaimer – I don't own Harry Potter.
E is for Elixir
Hermione was sitting in the common room alone, fuming. She had a little cauldron placed on her floor, with a lit candle underneath, boiling the tiny concoction into a muddy pink elixir.
"This will get that Lavender to leave Ron alone! He won't want her after I'm through with her!" she muttered, angry at Ronald for being so obtuse.
"Why can't he just settle for me? I mean, I'm not pretty, but at least I'm smarter than her!" she sighed to herself, a tear falling from her cheeks onto her blouse. She sniffed and gave the elixir one last stir anti-clockwise. It was made to turn Lavender into a pig. She would slip it into her drink and everyone would laugh at her once she was a little pig. That would make Ron dislike Lavender for sure.
But as Hermione stood up, she didn't realise Ron was standing behind the door of the common room. He had heard every word she had said. He felt pain for Hermione, and finally understood her thoughts on him. He had been an idiot! Why hadn't he realised this earlier?
He walked over to her slowly and Hermione gasped as she realised he had heard every word.
"Ron, I'm sorry, I didn't mean for you to hear those things, I wasn't actually going to use this potion..." she trailed off, trying to get back into Ron's good-books.
But Ron walked closer to Hermione and placed a finger on her lips, and she was quiet immediately. He took the potion from her hands, still staring into her eyes, and placed it down on the table.
"I didn't know you felt that way. I have always loved you, Hermione."
And with that he reached down and softly placed his lips on hers.