Harry is in love with Hermione. But she loves Ron. They are dating and Harry is jealous. Will she fall for Harry? Will she be heart broken by Ron? Only one way to find out.
Nerves churned within me as I stood in the Great Hall, watching Ron's lips lock with Lavender's in a passionate embrace. The sight filled me with a sense of urgency – it was now or never. Swallowing my apprehension, I approached Ron, determined to confront him once and for all.
"I'd like to have a word with you, Ron," I said, my voice steady despite the turmoil raging within.
His expression shifted from surprise to annoyance as he followed me into an empty corridor. The rage simmered beneath the surface as I faced him, my fists clenched at my sides.
"What's wrong, Harry?" he asked, concern etching his features.
Without a word, I launched myself at him, my fist connecting with his nose in a burst of anger. Blood spurted from his broken nose as he staggered backward, stunned by the sudden attack.
"Bloody hell, Harry, what was that for?" he exclaimed, his voice tinged with pain.
"For Hermione!" I spat, my anger boiling over at the memory of her suffering.
As Ron recoiled in shock, I turned and stormed away, leaving him behind as I sought out Hermione. She was waiting for me in the Gryffindor common room, her eyes bright with anticipation as I entered.
But instead of returning her affection, I pretended to ignore her advances, feigning disinterest as I took a seat on the sofa. It was a necessary ruse – I couldn't risk revealing my true intentions until the time was right.
As the hour passed, I orchestrated our solitude, ensuring that Hermione and I were alone in the common room. With a heavy heart, I pretended to apologize, leading her into a secluded closet where our plan would unfold.
With each step, my heart pounded with uncertainty. What if I couldn't break the curse? What if my feelings weren't reciprocated? But as I gazed into Hermione's eyes, determination hardened within me.
With trembling hands, I applied the potion of mundane to my lips, steeling myself for the final step. Leaning in, I kissed Hermione with all the fervor of my love, the taste of mint chocolate lingering on her lips.
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s our lips met, a radiant red light enveloped us, casting aside the darkness that had clouded Hermione's soul. When we finally pulled apart, I saw the light of recognition in her eyes, a smile gracing her lips as she realized that she was free.
"Harry, you've saved me," she whispered, her voice filled with gratitude and love.
With a shaky breath, I confessed my deepest feelings for her, pouring out my heart in a torrent of emotion. And as she accepted my love, jumping into my arms with joy, I knew that our bond was unbreakable.
In that moment, as we held each other close, I realized that love truly was the most powerful magic of all. And with Hermione by my side, I knew that together, we could conquer anything that stood in our way.
The End.
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