˚⟡.• pairing: hermione granger x ron weasley ˚⟡.• summary: potions class causes some tensions between ron and hermione. being in love with your best friend? what could go wrong!˚⟡.• word count: 1.5k ˚⟡.• warnings: angst, swearing (kinda? idk) ˚⟡.• a/n: hi yes i'm back and if anybody cares no i will not be posting regularly LMAOO. alsooo this takes place in sixth year where slughorn teaches potions :3
Hermione secretly hated potions. While she loved experimenting and the feeling when she had created a perfect "Alihotsy Draught '', she also hated the humidity and lack of airflow in the dungeons. What didn't help her breathing was the fact that her super-fit best friend Ron was always right next to her, occasionally leaning over her shoulder to get some sort of help on an assignment. What ALSO didn't help Hermione's breathing was that when said super-fit-best-friend would lean over her shoulder to get answers, he would sometimes put a hand on her hip to let her know he was there. Jeez.
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Hermione Granger walked into potions class, tying her thick hair up into a ponytail. She scoffed as two figures ran past her on either side and stopped right in front of her. Both of them looked guilty, obviously about to ask for something. Harry Potter spoke first. "Hermione, we know you vowed to never revise our essays again..." Ron Weasley cut him off, speaking much louder than Harry. "BUT, we really really need hel-" "I don't want to hear it, guys." Hermione shoved past the two boys, giggling to herself. She was, to her dismay, followed. Ron put a long arm around her shoulder, and Hermione tensed up. "Listen, it's not that we're using you for good grades, but that's kind of exactly what we need right now." Ron grinned at the girl next to him, noticing a blush creeping up her neck. Harry noticed it too, and mouthed "Stop" to Ron. The freckled boy removed his arm from Hermione's shoulder shamefully, and took a seat with Harry across from Hermione.
Professor Slughorn waltzed into the classroom, humming to himself. "Hello everybody, how have our days been so far?" The classroom echoed with a few grumbled answers, and Slughorn nodded to himself, taking a mental note to not attempt pleasantries. "I'll cut to the chase. Today is going to be fun. Might expose a few of you." The professor chuckled to himself, with absolutely no reply from anybody. "Ahem, well, we're making love potions! Known in your textbooks as..." Hermione's hand shot up. Slughorn smiled at her, and nodded for her to answer. "Amortentia. The most powerful love potion in the world. Whatever you smell within it is what attracts you." Her eyes quickly darted to Ron, who didn't seem to have a care in the world and was picking at a hangnail. "Very good, Miss Granger. 15 points to Gryffindor. So, that is what we are doing today. I want the groups to be the tables everyone is seated at. You will have 1 hour to brew the potion, and then I will see which group has made the best Amortentia. Go ahead!" Everyone went to gather their textbooks, and got to work.
Per usual, Hermione was doing most of the work for her group. She stood over the cauldron, sweating from the heat, and stirred the concoction. Her hair was about as frizzy up as a Pygmy Puff, and drawing some judgemental looks from the Slytherins. Ron slowly made his way around the table and stood next to Hermione, towering over her. "Mione, you need anything? I can take over mixing it if you want. There's 20 minutes left and since we're done I wouldn't mind helping out." He sounded sincere, so Hermione passed him the mixing stick. "Thank you, Ron." She looked up at him with tired eyes, and swore she saw him blushing at her. But that wasn't possible, obviously. "You stayed up all night again, didn't you?" Ron Weasley knew Hermione like the back of his hand, especially when it came to her study habits. "It's none of your business, really." The bushy-haired girl went to the other side of the table with Harry, who was nodding off. "It becomes my business when I find you at 6am in the common room passed out on a couch." Ron scoffed, mixing the potion slowly. "Well sorry, then," Hermione sighed. "I'll try to go to bed earlier." Ron nodded, trying very hard not to stare at her.
When the timer went off, the whole classroom jumped. "Bloody hell..." Ron grumbled, earning a light slap from Hermione on the arm. "You've got to stop cursing." She whispered.
Slughorn made his way around the classroom slowly, checking each potion for abnormalities. Like always, Seamus Finnigan and Dean Thomas' potion blew up all over the table. "That's really just sad, since Amortentia is so simple." Hermione said to nobody in particular. "You call Amortentia simple, Mione?" Ron looked down at her smiling, and she couldn't help but smile back. She really loved it when he called her that. "Sure, Ron. It's simple when you understand it."
When Slughorn got to Hermione's table, she instantly stood up straighter. Harry nudged Ron, and the two of them did the same. Whatever the prize was for best potion, they all wanted it. Slughorn stared into the cauldron for all but 3 seconds, and then looked up to face the trio. "What do all of you smell in this potion? Potter, you start, hm?" Harry's face went beet red as he sniffed the potion. Anyone with a brain would know exactly what -or who- he was smelling. "Err, cherry chapstick... strawberry shampoo, firepit..?" Hermione smiled, she of course knew all about Harry and Ginny's complicated relationship. Ron scowled, on the other hand. "Interesting. Weaslebee?" Ron made a weak smile, and took a whiff of the cauldron. His eyes closed and he grinned, taking in the smell. "Shit. Sorry. Vanilla, new books," He paused, his eyes flicking to Hermione. "And uh, nail polish." Hermione eyed her freshly painted nails, which Ron had watched her do the previous night. Could he have been smelling her? Ron looked bewildered, stepping back from the table, and he couldn't stop staring at Hermione. "Last but not least, Miss Granger." Slughorn said. Hermione stepped up to the table, inhaling the scent of her attractions. She knew exactly who she was smelling, but it still took her by surprise. "Parchment, freshly mown grass, and..." Her voice hitched. "Spearmint toothpaste..." She quickly tucked a hair behind her ear and smiled at Slughorn. "Well there we have it, 3 individuals willing to open themselves up and be vulnerable. Miss Granger's group wins." Slughorn beamed, handing a singular bar of chocolate to Harry. "Share it with your friends. Now everyone clean up!"
As the class was filling out, Harry, Ron, and Hermione found themselves to be last in the classroom. "This really has been nice, but I need to get to lunch." Harry sighed. "It's fine Harry, me and Hermione can finish cleaning." Ron smiled, patting Harry's back as he left them.
Once Harry was out of view (and Slughorn off to stop a duel between first years), Ron turned in Hermione's direction, eyes darting from the ceiling to the floor. "Who d'you think you were smelling in the potion...?" He didn't make eye contact, seemingly ashamed to be asking. "Oh I don't know, but I assume you smelled Lavender Brown?" Ron finally looked at Hermione. "Merlin no, broke up with her, remember?" Hermione nodded, stacking textbooks and putting them back on a shelf. "It wasn't her, really. I know who I smelled, if that's of any interest to you." A lightbulb went off in Hermione's head. This could be her chance to find out who Ron could possibly like. "Go on," she whispered. "I'm interested." Ron cleared his throat, and leaned in the doorframe of the supply closet. "You know her. Really know her." Hermione let out a soft "hm'', and wiped down a table with a rag. "Uh, she's a Gryffindor." Ron said quietly. Hermione giggled. "So it isn't Padma Patil, then?" The redheaded boy laughed and ran a hand through his hair. "Nah, didn't hit it off too well at the Yule Ball." Hermione turned to face him. "Well, you could have just asked me and all that trouble would have been avoided." The two of them went pale. "Ask you? That's funny, Hermione." Ron stared at the floor to hide his reddening face. "I'm serious!" She hit him lightly with the rag. Ron was dead silent, thoughts racing his head. And then, with no warning, he looked at Hermione, taking her face in his hands.
Looking up at her best friend with slightly parted lips, Hermione let out a small gasp. "What are you doing, Ron?" She whispered. He hesitated. "I'm about to ask you if I can kiss you." He smiled. A real, genuine smile. "Do it, Ronald." Hermione grinned, inching closer to the boy in front of her. Without another word, their lips crashed together, and it felt like a shock of lightning going through the two of them. Ron held Hermione's face, kissing her passionately. Putting his hand against her back, Ron moved them towards the exit of the classroom. He pulled away from Hermione's lips, lightly panting. "I don't want to get us in trouble." "That's a first!" Hermione giggled, and interlaced her fingers with his as they left the classroom.
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