Title: Hermione and the Love Potion

Rating: PG

Summary: A little vignette in which Ron and Harry must intervene.


There was one moment, just as the chocolate began to melt when she thought, Oh, Fuck, right before her entire being focused on Cormac McLaggen.

He's so tall. He's so broad. He's a much better Quidditch Keeper than Ron. Oh why did I hex him? How could I have been so stupid?!

"Hermione?" Her friends asked when she wouldn't respond.

Oh, I wonder where he is. I have to find him!

"What's wrong?" Ron placed a hand on her shoulder. She shrugged it off and continued to ignore them.

I should find him and apologize for hexing him.

She craned her neck to see around Ron's tall form, but Harry grabbed her arm before she walked away from them.

"Hermione, who are you looking for?"

"Cormac, of course. Now let go of me!" she snapped.

"McLaggen?!" Ron sputtered, red splotches forming on his cheeks. "Why do you want to see that git?"

Hermione whirled on the tall red head. "He's NOT a git, you insensitive PRAT! He's wonderful. And I love him. Now get out of my way!" By this point she was furiously trying to wrench her arm from Harry's firm grip and maneuver around Ron. She didn't see the two communicate silently over her head as she struggled. She protested even louder -until Harry's other hand covered her mouth- as they muscled her out the door.

She kicked and bit and screamed all the way to the dungeons, and it was only after Ron had forced Slughorn's antidote down her throat that she calmed down. After realizing her bewitchment, she was instantly thankful and apologetic for her behavior, but the two waved her off casually.

"We did no more than you would have done for either of us," Harry commented, shrugging as Ron nodded.

Hermione gave them both a heartfelt, but fleeting smile as her thoughts once again focused on McLaggen. Only this time her imagination wasn't filled with lascivious thoughts of his Quidditch toned body. Oh no. Her wand hand itched as her mind filled with plots for revenge.

Ron and Harry took a step back as they noticed the fire of hate in her eyes. "Mark my words, when I'm done with him that manipulative bastard will rue the day he ever laid eyes on me."

Ron and Harry shared another look over her head, but did nothing to try and dissuade Hermione from revenge. In fact, they silently cheered Hermione's creative mind and hoped McLaggen got what was coming to him.

Ron mimicked Harry's evil smirk and put a hand on Hermione's shoulder. Her angry gaze flicked to him, and she opened her mouth to tell him they would not be able to stop her. He held up a hand to forestall her rant and squeezed her shoulder.

"Anything you need us to do, let us know. Yeah?"