But I Like Ginny...Accidentally in Love

Accidentally in Love

Harry stared around the room wondering how he had gotten there in the first place. The last thing he remembered was leaving the Great Hall with Ron and Hermione, popping a sweet he'd gotten from Fred into his mouth, and then BLAM! He was transported here.

However, he had no idea where here was.

"Where are we?"

Harry started at the sound of that voice and turned around in time to see Hermione walking towards a piece of parchment lying at the gold and red comforter. He went over to where she was standing, leaning close he was able to read the neatly scribbled message:

Welcome to the Weasley's room of LOVE. If you are reading this, you must have eaten one of our new products aptly named Love Sweets. This sweet will bind the consumer to the first person of the opposite sex that they touch, sending them to this room. If it works that is. The only way you can get out of this room is to snog. And we mean snog for at least ten minutes. Hope you like the person you touch.

Fred and George Weasley.

Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes.

"Do you think they're serious?" Hermione asked her voice panicked. "Where's the door?"

Harry looked around, taking in the bed, wall tapestries, and paintings. There were no doors. There were no windows either. They were stuck.

Hermione flopped on the bed, resting her elbows on her knees and placed her head in her hands. "This is a fine mess you've gotten us into now Harry," she said snidely.

"Me!" Harry said loudly. "I didn't do anything. All I did was eat a sweet that Fred gave me the last time we were at the shop. How the heck was I supposed to know that it would do this?"

"Harry, do you know who gave you the sweet? It's Fred - Fred Weasley! You know the one who owned a joke shop at Diagon Alley with his twin, George? Humph... Did you, at least, think to ask Fred what the sweet would do?" She asked, her patience running out. "Did he tell you anything - anything?"

Harry heaved a sigh. All Fred had told him was that the sweet was a new product he and George had concocted and that it hadn't been tested out on anyone yet. Neither of the twins knew the full effect of the magically enhanced sweet. Or so they said. Harry now knew he had been duped by them.

"And why would you eat anything that either of them gave you, Harry? Didn't you know them well enough?" Hermione demanded to know. Her hair was frizzing around her head where she had just run her hands through it.

"I forgot it was in my pocket. I wasn't going to eat it!" That was the truth. Harry had planned to throw it away once he left the store. He didn't want to hurt the twins' feelings, but he also didn't trust anything he didn't know the properties of.

After a few minutes of strained silence, Harry blurted out, "You know, Hermione, if this is anyone's fault - it's yours."

"Mine!" Hermione screeched. "I wasn't the one who ate the stupid thing. I didn't touch you in the corridor. How is this my fault?"

"Well, if you hadn't made such a big fuss about going into Flourish and Blotts, I wouldn't have forgotten to throw the stupid thing away."

"Ohhh!" Hermione growled in frustration. "You know, you guys are all the same. You never want to take the blame for something. You're always trying to pass it off to someone else. Never admit that you're wrong. Blah, blah, blah... Well, Mr Potter, I'm not going to be your fall girl."

The two sat on opposite sides of the room, pointedly ignoring each other. As much as he wanted to put the blame on Hermione, and she on him, the only ones who were to blame were Fred and George. After all, it was their sweets.

Lost in his own thoughts, Harry was thinking up ways in which he would kill the Weasley twins. So far, his favorite scenario involved feeding them to Buckbeak after dragging them by their toes behind his broom.

Of course he knew he couldn't really kill them. They were his best mate's brothers after all. But thinking about it did make him feel better.

"Oh, this is absolutely ridiculous!" He heard Hermione mutter. "I've got two essays to revise; I don't have time for this!"

"You think I want to be stuck in this room?" Harry demanded. "I'm still trying to figure out what Malfoy's up to, remember? I still can't find him on the map. I don't have time for this either."

Hermione picked up the parchment, re-reading the message from the twins again. Sighing heavily, she turned to Harry.

"You know what we have to do then, right?"

Harry could kind of guess where her train of thought was headed. But he couldn't do it. Not because he didn't like Hermione, he did. But because he didn't like her in that way. He liked Ginny and he was pretty sure Hermione liked Ron.

Hermione walked over to him, chewing on her bottom lip. "It's the only way, Harry. I don't like the idea any more than you do. Just think of it as practice for when you finally ask Ginny out."

Harry couldn't argue with her logic. He could use the practice, and there were worse things out there than snogging with one of your best friends.

"Ok," he said finally. "But only until we get out of here, and we never mention what happened to anyone. Especially to Ginny and Ron."

"I know that!" Hermione said impatiently. "Just do it already."

"Do what?" Harry asked dumbly.

Hermione grabbed him by the collar of his uniform shirt, pulling him closer to her. "Kiss me," she stated simply, then pressed her lips against Harry's.

Harry's eyes widened the moment their lips made contact. He had never seen Hermione act so controlling with anything outside of homework.

Ten seconds later, Harry's thoughts were completely driven from his mind as he finally relaxed enough to participate in the kiss.

Who knew Hermione's lips were so soft? Or that she would taste so sweet? His eyes fluttered shut as he deepened the kiss, reveling in the taste of her, the feel of her warm body pressed tightly against his. Someone should have told him that snogging your best mate was not the bad thing people made it all out to be.

When they finally pulled apart, both were breathing heavily. They stared into each other's eyes as shock and sudden awareness came over them.

Harry should not have enjoyed that. But he had. Kissing Hermione was something he was very glad he had gotten to do. Judging from the look on her face, Hermione thought so as well.

"Harry..." Hermione began slowly, her eyes moving to his lips. "I like Ron," she leaned closer, tilting her face upward.

"And I like Gin..." Harry's words trailed off as he captured Hermione's lips with his own once more.

They barely heard the popping sound that signaled their obligatory ten minute make-out session was over. Outside the door, however, they could hear Ron calling to them.

"We'd better go," Harry said. As he spoke, he kissed her between words.

"I know." Hermione was doing the same thing. "But what are we going to do now?"

Harry winked at her, giving her hand a tight squeeze, dropping one last kiss onto her swollen lips. "I'm going to send an owl to Fred and George, and tell them that I want more of those sweets. And then, when I feel the urge, I'm going to pop one, and then touch you."

"Sounds like a great plan." Hermione giggled. "Just do me a favor, ok?"

"What?" Harry wanted to know.

"Tell Fred and George I said thanks."

Laughing, the two went out into the corridor to where Ron was standing.

"What happened to the two of you? One minute you were beside me, the next you were gone."

"We must've turned down the wrong way," Hermione apologized, giving Harry conspiratorial nudge.

"Yeah, sorry 'bout that, mate," Harry said. "But you know how this old castle can be."

"Yeah, now, as I was saying..."

Harry and Hermione laughed quietly as Ron went back to talking about Quidditch. Ron hadn't even noticed that something was different with his friends, or that they were ignoring him. Hermione leaned closer to Harry and whispered in his ear. His eyes widened and he could feel the heat burning his cheeks at her words.

Then Hermione called ahead loudly, "Ron, wait up! We still need to talk about your little problem with dealing with first years!"

"I don't have a problem with them. It's not my fault first years are prats," Ron called back.

"Oy!" She huffed. "'See you soon, Harry."

As Hermione rushed to catch up with Ron, Harry gave the Weasley's Room Of Love a final glance. He had a funny feeling he and Hermione would be spending a lot of time in that room.

He definitely had to thank Fred and George!