The Amorae Potion

Chapter 1- A Very unHermione Hermione

//Ginny ran over to him alarmed, grabbing his arm to support him as he had become quite unstable. "Oh Harry I'm sorry!" she stammered apologetically as Harry swooned. "I tried to tell you! That wasn't meant for you to drink! I was bringing it to Professor Dumbledore for him to show some of his 7th years. It's an Amorae potion Snape made."

Ginny's attempts to help Harry only proved to worsen the situation as she kept on accidentally stepping on his toes causing him to jump up and down in pain. "W-What...the h-hell is an A-Amorae potion?" he gasped, trying to dodge her feet.

Tears spring into Ginny's eyes. "Oh, Harry! It's a love potion!"

"A WHAT?!"

"Harry, I'm sorry. I tried to tell you!"//

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It was looking to be a peaceful day. A day like any other... Or so Harry had thought. Actually, if he had known what was going to happen to him that day, he probably would have jumped on his Firebolt and flew off into Hogsmeade and never returned to Hogwarts ever again. Screw graduating. After what he was going to be put through, he'd be lucky if he would be able to look at himself straight in the mirror again.

But to continue on....

Harry Potter unfortunately didn't know what was going to happen to him today and he wasn't very worried about it, truth be told. To him, it was just another day of boring Divination with Professor Trelawney who would be just as persistent as ever to predict his "impending" death, and boring whatever else he had that day.

Yawning to himself slightly, Harry twirled his bag of books casually in his hand with the other in his pocket and a smile on his face. He was standing outside of the Great Hall alone not helping but noticing just how parched his throat was. He impatiently wondered when Colin was ever going to arrive with his drink he promised to get him.

Now, dear readers, don't think that Harry is getting overly conceited and ordering his faithful followers around. Oh no! Of course he's not! The main characters in the story are never conceited. No, rather, Colin forced Harry to allow him to go get him a drink in the Great Hall. Harry had very little to say about it. But now that he was waiting, Harry really did wish he'd hurry up. He hadn't had anything to drink all morning.

As if realizing his distress, it was then that Ginny entered the hallway he was in, coming from the Great Hall, with a large glass of, what looked like to be to Harry, Pink Lemonade in her hand. When she saw Harry, who was eyeing her drink greedily, she flustered and skipped over to him quickly. "Oh hi, Harry!" she chirped, holding her glass of cool refreshing Pink Lemonade out towards Harry. "Colin said--"

"He couldn't make it, huh? Well, no matter," Harry interrupted suddenly. "Well thanks for the drink, Ginny!" And with that, he snatched the beverage from Ginny's hand, not noticing the look of utter shock written clearly on the poor red head's face.

"But--"

He gulped down the supposed "lemonade" quickly until it was completely gone and gave a sigh of contentment.

It was only until after all the substance was gone did Harry just realize how weird and bizarre this lemonade tasted. Actually, if he didn't know any better, he'd swear it wasn't lemonade at all!

Feeling suddenly sick, Harry dropped the glass in surprise and began to cough loudly. Clinching his throat he began to wheeze as the odd liquid (which tasted very similar to ketchup, horseradish, and gravy all mixed together) began to burn at his throat.

Ginny ran over to him alarmed, grabbing his arm to support him as he had become quite unstable. "Oh Harry I'm sorry!" she stammered apologetically as Harry swooned. "I tried to tell you! That wasn't meant for you to drink! I was bringing it to Professor Dumbledore for him to show some of his 7th years. It's an Amorae potion Snape made."

Ginny's attempts to help Harry only proved to worsen the situation as she kept on accidentally stepping on his toes causing him to jump up and down in pain. "W-What...the h-hell is an A-Amorae potion?" he gasped, trying to dodge her feet.

Tears spring into Ginny's eyes. "Oh, Harry! It's a love potion!"

"A WHAT?!"

"Harry, I'm sorry. I tried to tell you!"

Harry swallowed a few times as he vision started to blur. He cursed himself silently for his stupidity. Hadn't he learned already from being in Hogwarts NOT to drink things before investigating? "It's ok, Ginny," he said quietly, feeling steam began to flood out of his ears. "It was my fault, but do me a favor though and go get Professor Dumbledore for me, OK? I think I'm going to be sick."

"Sure! Of course!" Ginny said at once. She hesitated. "J-Just don't go anywhere until I return for you, Harry, OK?"

Harry shot her a suspicious glance. "Why?" he asked.

A red streak spread across Ginny's face. "Uh, well, um, the effects of the potion could get you into trouble some, that's all."

This worried Harry. "What do you mean? What kind of love potion is this anyway?"

"A-A bad one," Ginny stated mysteriously.

"How bad?"

"Oh... oh it's pretty bad. As bad as they can get really."

"And it--"

"Oops will you look at the time! Gotta run and get Dumbledore, Harry! Bye!"

"But--"

"See ya!"

Before he could question her further, Ginny turned and raced off down the hallway at top speed nearly running into a suit of armor that was taking a stroll down the hall. It flipped around as she flew past it and toppled over with a deafening crash, leaving bits and pieces of itself all over the floor. It shouted loud curses at her as she scrambled up the stairs towards Dumbledore's office, out of sight.

As the armor started getting up and began to try and piece itself together, still shouting unpleasant obscenities while flashing inappropriate jesters where Ginny had disappeared, Harry turned back towards the Great Hall entrance and frowned in displeasure. He leaned back against the wall and stuffed his hands back in his pockets.

The affects of the Potion were beginning to finally end. His stomach was slowly starting to become less painful, and the awful after taste he had was beginning to die down. He sighed and tried to collect his thoughts, wondering what kind of potion he had drank anyway. He hoped it hadn't changed any of his features at all.

Worried, he felt around his face, making sure everything was normal. His fingers traced around the small lightning bolt scar on his forehead. It surprisingly caused him some comfort.

"Hey Harry, I brought you your drink. Colin said for me to give it to you. It seems he got distracted by Professor McGonagall and couldn't bring it. What are you doing out here anyway?"

Harry looked up at Hermione, who came strolling towards him from the large double doors of the Great Hall. His eyes lit up hopefully. Perhaps she could fix this! Harry thought. Hermione was, after all, the brainiest student in Hogwarts and she was bound to have some sort of knowledge of how to reverse the affects of the Amorae Potion.... Whatever they might be....

Hermione went up to him with a mug of Pumpkin juice in her hands. As soon as Harry caught sight of it, a slight queasiness in his stomach over took him, and his face turned a nasty shade of green.

The greeting smile on Hermione's face dropped as she noticed the sudden change in his face. "Are you OK, Harry?" she asked sharply. "You look sick."

"Uurrggh," was the only noise Harry could make. He clinched his stomach as his sickness once again returned to him. His head began to swim. Curse this stupid potion! he thought dizzily

Hermione swiftly caught Harry's arm to steady him as he toppled forwarded in almost a drunken state. "What's wrong with you, Harry?" she demanded shrilly. "Why are you--"

She suddenly stopped.

A strange look swept came over her face. Hermione's mouth snapped shut, and she withdrew her hand swiftly from his arm. Her brown eyes widened then turned oddly dull and vacant. Slowly, her eyelashes sunk down and her lips curved in a strange smile. Harry peered at her worried as the funny feeling in his stomach died down. "You know Harry," she said softly. "I've never noticed before, but you really are quite handsome." Her voice was a purr and so unlike Hermione that Harry was taken completely by shock.

"Er, what did you just say?" he asked awkwardly, taking a step back.

Hermione advanced on him, dropping the mug she was holding onto the floor, not even noticing the loud noise it made as it shattered, spraying the ends of Harry's robes with orange pumpkin juice. She reached over for Harry's shoulder as he tried to back away from her, her lips now formed in a sweet, seductive smile.

"H-Hermione? Hermione! Are you mad? Stop... I ... now... Hermione, what about Ron? What are... Hey get off me!" Harry struggled wildly from Hermione as she suddenly latched her arms on his neck. He grabbed them and tried to pull her off, but she pounced on top of him causing him to teeter back and stumble. He frantically tried to balance himself out, but the weight of Hermione was too much for him. They both fell onto the floor with Harry landing flat on his back and Hermione on top of him. "Ouff!"

Harry winced as his elbow smacked hard against the stone floor. He didn't have much time to concentrate on the pain much though for Hermione suddenly made a move toward his face. Her lips missed his by inches as he rolled away just in time. She giggled and tried again with her legs intertwined in his in a very inappropriate way. She tried again to kiss him, but Harry barely managed to evade her. With each miss she was becoming much more persistent, almost violent.

Oh God! I can just see the headlines now! 'Famous Harry Potter forcefully seduced by fellow classmate'! Harry thought just imagining how quickly Rita Skeeter's quick-quote-quill would be writing if she were there. Quickly he tried to pull his robes Hermione was ripping at from her grasp and to push her away, but she made a very cat like hiss and clung even more stubbornly onto him.

Harry was getting desperate now, wondering if it would be counted against him if he got out his wand and put the Leg-locker curse on her. What was wrong with her anyway? Harry had never seen Hermione look so scary before. Then it hit him. It has to be the effects of the Potion! he realized. It must be! Ginny did say it was a love potion and the worst of it's kind. Man, was that right.

"Alright, Hermione," Harry said. "You've had your fun, now let's just get off me now before some one sees us.... No Hermione! Don't! Will you leave that alone!" He yanked his collar out of her grasp violently as she tried to pull his robes away from him.

It was then a voice suddenly screeched out from in front of them. "Harry! Hermione! What do you think you are doing?!"

Harry turned ghostly white. He knew that voice. He wished with all his being he didn't but he did.... Oh God, just kill me now!

Mustering up his courage, he raised his head and looked up.

It was Ron.

Harry cringed at the look of absolute horror and fury written on Ron's face. He was positively turning purple with rage.

"N-n-now Ron!" Harry protested scared, he held his only free hand up towards Ron warningly. "I-It's n-not what it looks like!"

Taking advantage of Harry being distracted, Hermione rapidly attacked Harry's neck passionately kissing it up and down.

Ron's eyes bulged. "Like hell it isn't!" he shouted furiously. "Get your disgusting self off my girlfriend, Potter!"

"Gladly if she'd get off me!" Harry tired once more to force Hermione back but it was no use

Hermione giggled again. It was a very unHermione-like giggle.

Ron's face went redder then his hair. "That's it, you sick bastard! You're going down!"

"But..but..."

Before Harry could stammer an explanation, Ron suddenly lunged at the two, pulling Hermione off Harry by the waist, her hissing and scratching the whole way.

"N-N-Now, R-Ron, j-just let me explain this! It's the lemonade... I mean that Ginny... a love potion that is, I--"

Ron landed a hard punch right in Harry's stomach, knocking the wind out of him before he could finish.

Hermione gave a yowl of anger and jumped at Ron, knocking him on top of Harry, who was trying to get his breath back by leaning over with his hand on his chest. Ron fell back against him, making him once more fly back into the floor, hitting his head on the hard surface.

Before could quite clear from Harry's head and his eyes could focus again, Ron, Hermione, and he were all three engaged in a great fight. Fists, feet, and sometimes teeth flying. More cat like yawls could be heard from the fight cloud they had created that seemed to be coming from Hermione who was trying to scratch Ron's eyes out while he was attempting to kill Harry, who was mainly doing everything in his power to keep Ron off him as well as Hermione.

It lasted for a while until....

"Well, well, well, what have we here?"

All three once friends momentarily stopped their fight, each one engaged in very awkward positions, and looked up at the producer of the voice.

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