disclaimers: not mine
Title: Love Potion
summary: a love potion goes wrong. Instead of falling for Ron, Harry falls for Snape! Madness and love triangles ensue but..once the potion wears off, will Harry choose Ron or Snape? Or..will they compromise?
warnings: boy x boy love
notes: Ron is the one making the potion. Okay? Lol..... I haven't the slightest idea how far ahead Cho was so, for the sake of my fic, she's seventh year and Harry/Ron/Hermione, etc are sixth.
Chapter 1
"Just one more ingredient," he whispered, blue eyes intently gazing at the swirling mixture of red, blue, and purple. He pulled a vial of foul smelling liquid, tipping the content into the cauldron, intermixing the colors to a vibrant pink. Ron Weasley rummaged through the pockets of his pants, producing a single strand of raven hair and one red. He let out a breath, hands trembling as he dropped the thin hairs into the potion. Unbeknowst, another fell. It sizzled, hissing. He stirred, letting the compound brew. The clock read it was almost time for dinner. Ron decduced it had been simmering enough and poured the substance into a beeker.
"Harry, you're mine," Ron smiled a little to himself as he scrubbed the cauldron clear of the debris. He carefully stowed it away in Snape's storage closet. He was lucky he had spied on Snape earlier and learned that he would be leaving until the night, after dinner. Ron peeked from the door, checking the corridors on his right and left. Another benefit of Snape's classroom being in the dungeons; privacy. Not that anyone would ~want~ to snoop around Snape's chambers. Ron shuddered.
He patted the container, ascending the staircase to the first floor. The only way the potion would work was if Harry swallowed it and to do that, Ron would have to slip it inside of Harry's drink. But how? Ron's answer came in the form of a certain seventh year Ravenclaw. He jogged over to Cho, the girl smiled charmingly at him. Ron resisted the urge to strangle her; it was because of perfect Cho Chang that Ron had never had his chance to admit his feelings for his best friend. To make it worse, Cho ignored Harry. But, Ron kept a friendly face and voice. "Good evening, Cho. I hope I haven't caught you at a bad time."
"Of course not Ron. Is there something I can do for you?" she asked, joining Ron as the two walked towards the Great Hall.
"As you know, Harry's the Quidditch Captain now but he's having trouble contacting Davies. Do you think you could take Harry over to the Ravenclaw table for a few minutes to discuss the upcoming match?" Ron hoped he sounded legit.
"No problem."
Ron and Cho went to the Gryffindor table, Harry's eyes snapped up and focused confused on the duo. Cho grinned, grabbing Harry's arm and leading him to her own table. Ron shivered; he could not allow Cho and Harry to become an item! Unlike the rest of the population of Hogwarts, save Dean, Seamus, Neville, Hermione, and himself; Harry wasn't the bloody Boy Who Lived! Cho could not say the same!
Ron summoned his courage, peeking to make sure noone's attention was on him, and poured the potion into Harry's tea. He sighed in relief, sinking to his seat. Once Harry drank it....once he consumed every ounce of the potion....he would be Ron's.
The scruffy headed teenager returned to his table, blushing faintly. The pink cheeks, the reddening nose; Ron was disgusted. He should be flushing because of Ron, not that ditz Cho! Harry cocked his head to the side in the puzzled manner that Ron found endearing. "Why are you staring at me Ron?" Always so innocent and pure. Even in the war, Harry maintained what Ron vauled the most about him.
"No reason Harry," Ron speared a piece of ham with his fork. He glanced at Harry from the corner of his eye, the glass inching closer to Harry's mouth. Ron could feel his heart speed. It was almost time. The rim of the glass was on his lips, it was tilting, the drink entering Harry's mouth. Ron felt nervous. What if he had done the potion wrong? He wasn't the best in the art.
Harry blinked. Something...was odd. The room was spinning. His gaze swept the Great Hall and landed at the teacher's table. He was getting a pull from the direction or was it coming from himself? He wasn't positive. He heard voices around him but couldn't place them. He rose to his feet and headed for the source of the sensation. Harry didn't know ~who~ he was heading for, just it was the place the tingling was originating from.
Ron desperately called to his tranced friend. He wrung his hands, gnawed on his lower lip, and sweat dolloped on his flesh. Why was Harry going there?! He felt a tug at his elbow and met very dissappointed hazel eyes. Hermione merely cleared her throat and raised a brow. "You have some explaining to do Ronald Weasley." Ron grimaced, averting his eyes to Harry, the entire student body fixated on their celebrity.
Severus Snape, onyx orbs narrowed, watched as Harry-the insufferable prat Potter-approached him stealthily. Severus did not like this! Worse, he and Harry had the attention of all. Oh, he could just hear Albus's chuckling, that damned twinkle! But then....all thoughts were obliviated.
An audible gasp arose from those present. Harry Potter had just launched himself onto the most hated professor at Hogwarts and was currently trying to stick his tongue down Severus's throat. Ron rushed forward, tears of desperation in his eyes as he pulled Harry from the startled and angered man. Severus scrubbed at his mouth childishly, glaring. "WHAT THE HELL?!!!!!!"
Albus, accompanied by Remus Lupin and Sirius Black, held Severus back from attacking Harry. Harry was just as shocked, mouth opening and closing like a goldfish. "I think we all need to go to my office and talk about this, hmm?"
Remus and Sirius shared a look, hauling Severus as they followed the headmaster. Ron patted Harry's shoulder, feeling like the lowest form of scum. Hermione was currently giving him her 'evil eye.' Yes, Ron was stuck between a wall that was rapidly enclosing in around him. Harry seemed to be so....perplexed. How was he ever going to get out of this mess? Would Harry ~ever~ forgive him?
Albus smiled, sitting on his chair. "Lemondrop?" Four shakes no, one dreadful glowwer, and one was completely still. "Well, down to business. Its apparent that Harry has taken a love potion. Someone want to voice their thoughts? Mr. Weasley?"
Ron paniced. Oh Merlin! What was he going to do?! He couldn't lie. He calmed himself, advoiding the penetrating stares and focused on the hands folded in his lap. "Um.....," his cheeks were blazing with shame and embarrassment, "I did it." Was that really ~his~ voice? Merlin, he felt pathetic.
"YOU?!!!!!!" Severus bellowed, restrained by Sirius. He was too mad at Ron to even bother with the man boxing his arms in.
"Let him explain. Go ahead," Albus waved his hand in Ron's direction.
"I..I wanted Harry to be with me so I made a love potion."
Harry shook his head in disbelief. "Ron..." How could he have done that?! "What could have ever made you do that?! Why couldn't you have just told me?!" Ron tried to interrupt but Harry continued his tirade regardless. "You resorted to making a love potion! Damnit Ron!" Remus moved to put his arms around the trembling young man.
"I'm sorry Harry but it was the only way I could get you to notice me as something more than a friend. I dont know why it caused you to kiss Snape. It should have been me," he rested his head into his arms. "You wouldn't understand Harry. You've always been too blinded by your adoration for Cho, you can't even see that someone loves you as much as I do." Ron, without a proper dismissal, exited the office followed by Hermione.
Albus, sparkle absent, sighed wearily. "Unfortunately, I do not have a cure seemings as I haven't the faintest clue as to what it is. Severus, I will retrieve the vial in which Ron deposited the potion. There may be some remnants. As soon as you have found which it is, I'll begin researching a cure. Until then, I suggest that you and Harry keep safe distance. That means, no Potions classes. I would like to speak to Severus alone now. Harry, its going to be alright." After the trio departed, Albus stood. "Severus, I have seen love potions before, you have not. Their disastrous at times; especially between enemies."
"Oh so you think I'll kill the boy?" Severus snapped.
"I do not know. However, until we are positive of the potion, we cannot allow you near him but if this is like other potions I have seen; you may have to be extremely close to him at times. Some potions cause pain if too far apart."
"I'm going to murder that Weasley brat!" Severus scowled, robes billowing behind him as stormed from the room.
Albus chuckled. This couldn't have been better than his own plans. He'd have to give Ron some points.
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Review please! Cliche, yeah, but..heh. .
Next: Harry and Severus deal with the effects, Ron is trying to get Harry to forgive him.
Title: Love Potion
summary: a love potion goes wrong. Instead of falling for Ron, Harry falls for Snape! Madness and love triangles ensue but..once the potion wears off, will Harry choose Ron or Snape? Or..will they compromise?
warnings: boy x boy love
notes: Ron is the one making the potion. Okay? Lol..... I haven't the slightest idea how far ahead Cho was so, for the sake of my fic, she's seventh year and Harry/Ron/Hermione, etc are sixth.
Chapter 1
"Just one more ingredient," he whispered, blue eyes intently gazing at the swirling mixture of red, blue, and purple. He pulled a vial of foul smelling liquid, tipping the content into the cauldron, intermixing the colors to a vibrant pink. Ron Weasley rummaged through the pockets of his pants, producing a single strand of raven hair and one red. He let out a breath, hands trembling as he dropped the thin hairs into the potion. Unbeknowst, another fell. It sizzled, hissing. He stirred, letting the compound brew. The clock read it was almost time for dinner. Ron decduced it had been simmering enough and poured the substance into a beeker.
"Harry, you're mine," Ron smiled a little to himself as he scrubbed the cauldron clear of the debris. He carefully stowed it away in Snape's storage closet. He was lucky he had spied on Snape earlier and learned that he would be leaving until the night, after dinner. Ron peeked from the door, checking the corridors on his right and left. Another benefit of Snape's classroom being in the dungeons; privacy. Not that anyone would ~want~ to snoop around Snape's chambers. Ron shuddered.
He patted the container, ascending the staircase to the first floor. The only way the potion would work was if Harry swallowed it and to do that, Ron would have to slip it inside of Harry's drink. But how? Ron's answer came in the form of a certain seventh year Ravenclaw. He jogged over to Cho, the girl smiled charmingly at him. Ron resisted the urge to strangle her; it was because of perfect Cho Chang that Ron had never had his chance to admit his feelings for his best friend. To make it worse, Cho ignored Harry. But, Ron kept a friendly face and voice. "Good evening, Cho. I hope I haven't caught you at a bad time."
"Of course not Ron. Is there something I can do for you?" she asked, joining Ron as the two walked towards the Great Hall.
"As you know, Harry's the Quidditch Captain now but he's having trouble contacting Davies. Do you think you could take Harry over to the Ravenclaw table for a few minutes to discuss the upcoming match?" Ron hoped he sounded legit.
"No problem."
Ron and Cho went to the Gryffindor table, Harry's eyes snapped up and focused confused on the duo. Cho grinned, grabbing Harry's arm and leading him to her own table. Ron shivered; he could not allow Cho and Harry to become an item! Unlike the rest of the population of Hogwarts, save Dean, Seamus, Neville, Hermione, and himself; Harry wasn't the bloody Boy Who Lived! Cho could not say the same!
Ron summoned his courage, peeking to make sure noone's attention was on him, and poured the potion into Harry's tea. He sighed in relief, sinking to his seat. Once Harry drank it....once he consumed every ounce of the potion....he would be Ron's.
The scruffy headed teenager returned to his table, blushing faintly. The pink cheeks, the reddening nose; Ron was disgusted. He should be flushing because of Ron, not that ditz Cho! Harry cocked his head to the side in the puzzled manner that Ron found endearing. "Why are you staring at me Ron?" Always so innocent and pure. Even in the war, Harry maintained what Ron vauled the most about him.
"No reason Harry," Ron speared a piece of ham with his fork. He glanced at Harry from the corner of his eye, the glass inching closer to Harry's mouth. Ron could feel his heart speed. It was almost time. The rim of the glass was on his lips, it was tilting, the drink entering Harry's mouth. Ron felt nervous. What if he had done the potion wrong? He wasn't the best in the art.
Harry blinked. Something...was odd. The room was spinning. His gaze swept the Great Hall and landed at the teacher's table. He was getting a pull from the direction or was it coming from himself? He wasn't positive. He heard voices around him but couldn't place them. He rose to his feet and headed for the source of the sensation. Harry didn't know ~who~ he was heading for, just it was the place the tingling was originating from.
Ron desperately called to his tranced friend. He wrung his hands, gnawed on his lower lip, and sweat dolloped on his flesh. Why was Harry going there?! He felt a tug at his elbow and met very dissappointed hazel eyes. Hermione merely cleared her throat and raised a brow. "You have some explaining to do Ronald Weasley." Ron grimaced, averting his eyes to Harry, the entire student body fixated on their celebrity.
Severus Snape, onyx orbs narrowed, watched as Harry-the insufferable prat Potter-approached him stealthily. Severus did not like this! Worse, he and Harry had the attention of all. Oh, he could just hear Albus's chuckling, that damned twinkle! But then....all thoughts were obliviated.
An audible gasp arose from those present. Harry Potter had just launched himself onto the most hated professor at Hogwarts and was currently trying to stick his tongue down Severus's throat. Ron rushed forward, tears of desperation in his eyes as he pulled Harry from the startled and angered man. Severus scrubbed at his mouth childishly, glaring. "WHAT THE HELL?!!!!!!"
Albus, accompanied by Remus Lupin and Sirius Black, held Severus back from attacking Harry. Harry was just as shocked, mouth opening and closing like a goldfish. "I think we all need to go to my office and talk about this, hmm?"
Remus and Sirius shared a look, hauling Severus as they followed the headmaster. Ron patted Harry's shoulder, feeling like the lowest form of scum. Hermione was currently giving him her 'evil eye.' Yes, Ron was stuck between a wall that was rapidly enclosing in around him. Harry seemed to be so....perplexed. How was he ever going to get out of this mess? Would Harry ~ever~ forgive him?
Albus smiled, sitting on his chair. "Lemondrop?" Four shakes no, one dreadful glowwer, and one was completely still. "Well, down to business. Its apparent that Harry has taken a love potion. Someone want to voice their thoughts? Mr. Weasley?"
Ron paniced. Oh Merlin! What was he going to do?! He couldn't lie. He calmed himself, advoiding the penetrating stares and focused on the hands folded in his lap. "Um.....," his cheeks were blazing with shame and embarrassment, "I did it." Was that really ~his~ voice? Merlin, he felt pathetic.
"YOU?!!!!!!" Severus bellowed, restrained by Sirius. He was too mad at Ron to even bother with the man boxing his arms in.
"Let him explain. Go ahead," Albus waved his hand in Ron's direction.
"I..I wanted Harry to be with me so I made a love potion."
Harry shook his head in disbelief. "Ron..." How could he have done that?! "What could have ever made you do that?! Why couldn't you have just told me?!" Ron tried to interrupt but Harry continued his tirade regardless. "You resorted to making a love potion! Damnit Ron!" Remus moved to put his arms around the trembling young man.
"I'm sorry Harry but it was the only way I could get you to notice me as something more than a friend. I dont know why it caused you to kiss Snape. It should have been me," he rested his head into his arms. "You wouldn't understand Harry. You've always been too blinded by your adoration for Cho, you can't even see that someone loves you as much as I do." Ron, without a proper dismissal, exited the office followed by Hermione.
Albus, sparkle absent, sighed wearily. "Unfortunately, I do not have a cure seemings as I haven't the faintest clue as to what it is. Severus, I will retrieve the vial in which Ron deposited the potion. There may be some remnants. As soon as you have found which it is, I'll begin researching a cure. Until then, I suggest that you and Harry keep safe distance. That means, no Potions classes. I would like to speak to Severus alone now. Harry, its going to be alright." After the trio departed, Albus stood. "Severus, I have seen love potions before, you have not. Their disastrous at times; especially between enemies."
"Oh so you think I'll kill the boy?" Severus snapped.
"I do not know. However, until we are positive of the potion, we cannot allow you near him but if this is like other potions I have seen; you may have to be extremely close to him at times. Some potions cause pain if too far apart."
"I'm going to murder that Weasley brat!" Severus scowled, robes billowing behind him as stormed from the room.
Albus chuckled. This couldn't have been better than his own plans. He'd have to give Ron some points.
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Review please! Cliche, yeah, but..heh. .
Next: Harry and Severus deal with the effects, Ron is trying to get Harry to forgive him.