Ron Weasley sat alone in the corner of the Gryffindor common room. He stared longingly across the room at a girl with a mess of frizzy brown curls. Her deep brown eyes haunted the boy’s thoughts, both night and day.
He didn’t understand the phenomena that attracted him to the girl who seemed to have an answer to every question. Hermione, the sharp tongued know-it-all, always made his heart race. Ron stared in awe as she flipped through the pages of a large book in front of her.
“Oh, Ronniekins,” said a familiar voice that pulled Ron out of his reverie. Ron looked up to see Fred and George standing in front of him.
“What do you two want?” Ron asked, looking suspiciously at the smirking twins.
“To answer all your deepest desires,” Fred answered.
“What are you on about? You cant do--”
“Oh, but we can, Ronny,” smirked George.
“All you have to do is drink this
,” Fred finished, holding up a capped vial.
“It’s our newest creation,” the twins said in unison.
“No, way! I’m not testing any of your products. Find someone else!” Ron said, trying to stand up.
“But, Ron,” George countered, pushing him back into his chair. “Don’t you want her
“Who are you talking about?” Ron asked in an irritated tone. In truth, he knew that they were referencing Hermione. Fred and George had over heard him talking about her in his sleep on night. That one night turned into their constant source of ridicule for the rest of the summer.
“Come off it, Ron. Don’t you want to hold Hermione in your arms?” Fred muttered, ears flared bright red at the mention of Hermione’s name.
“This will make her yours,” George smirked. “She wont be able to resist you…”
Ron’s blue eyes sat fixed on the purple liquid in the bottle. He did want to hold Hermione in his arms and never let go.
“What do you say, Ronny?” The twins asked together, a mischievous glint in their eyes. George dangled the vial above Ron’s head.
Suddenly, the vial of potion was snatched out of George’s hand by Hermione.
“What do you think your doing?” she snapped. “I though I told you not to test your products on others!”
Fred and George looked at each other, rolling their eyes. They slowly turned and walked past Hermione.
“Don’t make me tell McGonagall!” Hermione called after them. “Can you believe those two?” Hermione asked Ron, taking him off guard. She looked similar to Mrs. Weasley as she stood with her hands on her hips.
“No…”Ron stammered, staring into her brown eyes. She flashed him a quick smile before returning to her studies, handing Ron the vial.
“I’ll let you dispose of this, I’ve go to get back to my potions essay.” Hermione said.
Once Hermione’s had stopped looking at him, Ron slipped the potion into his pocket. He smirked slightly at the event that had just occurred, debating whether or not to use the potion.