Harry Potter & the Amorae Potion

By Jiffer

Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

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Chapter 1- A Very unHermione Hermione

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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. Forget 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 snore-worthy History of Magic class with Professor Binns. Then there would be boring Double Potions, Defense Against the Dark Arts with Dumbledore (since no one else could be found for the job), followed by boring Divination with Professor Trelawney, who would be just as persistent as ever to predict his "impending" death.

Yawning to himself slightly, Harry twirled his bag of books casually in his hand a bemused smile on his face. He was standing outside of the Great Hall, waiting with increasing impatience for Colin Creevy to return with his promised drink. He checked his watch worriedly. He had only a little while until he had to be in his first period class. Colin really needed to hurry if he planned on making it on time.

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 eat or drink all morning. Leave it to Snape to land him a whole three feet of parchment essay that had taken him all night long to finish. It was no small wonder he had slept in and missed out on breakfast.

As if on cue, it was then that Ginny Weasley entered the hallway, coming from the Great Hall with a large glass of, what looked like to be to Harry, Pink Limonade 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. The glass of limonade glinted temptingly in the floating candlelight. "Colin told me to--"

"He couldn't make it, huh? Well, no matter" Harry interrupted. "Well thanks for the drink, Ginny!" And with that, he snatched the refreshing 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 "limonade" with greedy thirst, smacking his lips when it was gone.

It was only until after he taken his last swallow did Harry just realize how weird and bizarre this limonade tasted. Actually, if he didn't know any better, he'd swear it wasn't limonade 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, with some horseradish, gravy, and perhaps a dash of cinnamon all mixed together) began to burn at his throat. Her legs suddenly began to feel a great deal wobbly.

Ginny ran over to him. Her wide brown eyes were fixed in alarm on him as she grabbing his arm to support him. "Oh, Harry, I'm sorry!" she stammered apologetically as he started to keel over to her right. "I tried to stop you! That wasn't meant for you to drink! I was bringing it to Professor Dumbledore's Defense Against the Dark Arts class. It's an Amorae potion Snape made."

Ginny's attempts to help Harry weren't much helping his situation as she kept on accidentally stepping on his toes, causing him to jump up and down in pain. "W-What... is an A-Amorae potion?" he gasped, trying to dodge her feet.

Tears spring into Ginny's eyes. She stepped hard on one of his toes again. "Oh, Harry! It's a love potion!" she sobbed.

"A WHAT?!" Harry shouted.

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

Harry swallowed a few times and tried to shake the dizziness out of his eyes. 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 as steam began to flood out of his ears. "It was, was my fault for being thick. Do me a favor though and go get Professor Dumbledore, alright? I think I'm going to be sick."

"Sure! Of course!" Ginny said at once. She hesitated. "Could you j-just not go anywhere until I return for you?"

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

A red glow spread along Ginny's face. She no longer seemed capable of looking at Harry. "Uh, well, um, the effects of the potion could get you into trouble some, that's all," she muttered quickly.

This worried Harry some. He tried to meet Ginny's eyes. "What do you mean?" he demanded. "What kind of love potion is this anyway?"

"It's……A bad one," Ginny stated mysteriously, evading his glance.

"How bad?"

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

"And what does it--"

Ginny looked down at her wrist. "Oops! Dear me, would you look at the time!" she exclaimed. "Got to run and get Dumbledore while he's still in his office!"

"But--"

"See ya then, Harry!"

Before he could question her further, Ginny let go of his arm, 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, while still shouting unpleasant obscenities, one of it's sole hands lying on the ground near a window flashed inappropriate jesters where Ginny had disappeared. Harry, meanwhile, had fallen to the ground without the extra support of Ginny helping him. He gritted his teeth and, using the wall as a prop, managed to get back on his feet. He turned back towards the Great Hall entrance and frowned in displeasure.

He felt as if there were tidle waves crashing around in his stomach. It was an unpleasant feeling, to say the least, but at least the bad after taste of the potion was dying down some. His stomach was slowly starting to become less painful, too. At least the sharp pen pricks of pain in his sides had stopped. He sighed and tried to collect his thoughts. He wondered what kind of potion he had drank, anyway. He hoped it hadn't changed any of his features at all. His mind sidled back to the Polyjuice potion Hermione had made illegally his second year.

Worried, he felt around his face, making sure everything was normal. Well, his nose and eyes were still there, and there weren't any boils or other unpleasant things on his skin. His fingers traced around the small lightning bolt scar on his forehead. It surprisingly caused him some comfort.

"Hello there, Harry, Colin asked me to bring this to you. What are you doing out here anyway? Ron's already left for class."

Harry looked over at a bushy haired youth approaching him. Harry's eyes lit up hopefully at Hermione. Perhaps she could fix all this. 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 glass 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 awful taste of the Amorae potion returned to him again.

The greeting smile on Hermione's face dropped. She eyed him worriedly. "Are you ok, Harry?" she asked sharply. "You look sick."

"Uurrggh," was the only noise Harry could make. His stomach plummeted, and bile threatened to rise up in his throat while his head began to swim. ' Damn this stupid potion!' he thought dizzily. 'I think I'm going to throw up.'

Hermione swiftly caught Harry's arm to steady him as he began to swoon. "What's wrong with you, Harry?" she demanded shrilly. "Why are you--"

"It's this stupid potion," Harry muttered, his words slurring together under Hermione's arm.

"It's a what?" Hermione asked. "A potion, Harry? Is that what you said? What kind of-"

She then suddenly stopped.

A strange look swept over her face. The alarm in her eyes dimmed and her eyelids sank. She released her hold on Harry which caused him to collapse on the ground again. Harry cursed loudly and rubbed his head. He looked up at her in annoyance and was about to say something scathing when she noticed her smiling.

"Uh, Hermione?" he began.

Hermione's lips curved up in a creepy way. "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 Heromione that Harry was taken completely by shock.

"Er, wha'wa'sat?" Harry stammered.

Hermione's response was to advance on him. She carelessly dropped the glass she was holding onto the floor, without noticing the loud noise it made as it shattered. The juice sprayed the ends of Harry's robes. She gracefully bent over and reached for Harry's shoulder as he tried to back away from her; the disturbingly sweet, seductive smile still planted on her face.

"H-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 landed on top of him causing him to teeter back.

Harry felt pain shoot up his elbow as it 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 tried again to kiss him, but Harry barely managed to evade her. With each miss she was becoming much more persistent, almost violent.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Harry demanded. 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. Was it something she ate? Had she been drinking, perhaps? Or was it maybe…..

Harry thought back to the frightened look in Ginny's face. "Oh... oh it's pretty bad. As bad as they can get really," she had said when addressing the Amorae Potion. But surely it wasn't this potent?…. was it?

"Alright, Hermione," Harry said. "You've had your fun. Now let's just get off me now before some one sees us.... No Hermione! 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?"

Ok, apparently Ron hadn't left for classes yet. Mustering up his courage, Harry raised his head and looked up at Ron. He cringed at the look of absolute horror and fury written on his face. He was positively turning purple with rage.

"N-n-now Ron!" Harry protested. He could only imagine how this all must look to him. He held his only free hand up towards Ron warningly. "I-It's 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!"

"Gladly! If she'd get off me first, that is!" Harry tired once more to force Hermione , but she seemed very keen on remaining right where she was.

She let out a most inopportune giggle that made Ron's face light up red with fury.

"You're really asking for it now, Harry!" he growling.

"But..but..."

Ron lunged at the two, pulling Hermione off Harry by the waist, her hissing and scratching the whole way.

"Ron, j-just let me explain this!" Harry pleaded. "It's the limonade… 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. The tidal waves suddenly became hurricanes, and they left Harry completely immobile.

Seeing Harry hurt, 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. When Ron fell back against him, he went flying back into the floor, hitting his head on the hard surface and smacking his elbow again.

He blacked out for a few seconds before returned sharply to reality as Ron, Hermione, became engaged in a great fight on his head. Ron seemed to be trying to hold Hermione arms to keep her from attacking him, but as soon as he got a firm grip on them, her legs shot up and pound him hard in the sides. As soon as he'd let go of her arms to take care of her legs, Hermione'd then start attacking his eyeballs, scratching at them with her nails. Harry was mainly just doing everything in his power to keep Ron off him as well as Hermione. He thought of his wand and attempted to reach for it when another voice broke through the fighting.

"Well, well, well, what have we here?" it drawled lazily.

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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