Love Potion Number Five

Disclaimer: This chapter contains ideas inspired by other writers.
Adamo Fidelitas was inspired by Pixiezombie, and Branwyn’s Tears and
Aeval’s Joy by the New York Times Best Seller, Laurell K Hamilton. All
characters belong to JK Rowling and co, including several various publishers
etc etc ad nauseum. No infringement intended, and I’m not making any
money off it, so please don’t sue me, ‘cause I need all my money for
upcoming ferret surgery.




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Chapter 1

Harry groaned, and pulled the covers up over
his head in a vain attempt to drown out the loud, raucous voice as his alarm
berated.

“BOY! Turn off that racket now, boy! Shut it, or so help me I’ll…” The whole
second floor shook as Uncle Vernon pounded his way up the stairs to the
small bedroom at 4 Private Drive. “Those ruddy school friends of yours will
be here at half 11, so you get a move on! I won’t have your lazyness, boy,
I won’t have it! Get up, GET UP!” Every other word or three was accompanied
by harsh pounding on Harry’s door, and each time the meaty fist connected
with the door to his room, flakes were shaken down from Harry’s ceiling,
coming down like light snow.

Tossing the covers back, Harry pulled on his trousers and tossed the alarm
into his trunk, grunting as the impact with a pair of dirty socks caused it to
squeak with indignation. Swiftly, Harry tossed bits of parchment, spare quills,
and his school robes into the trunk on top of his books and potions
ingredients, and slammed the lid down, sitting on the top to force it closed.
Grabbing up his Firebolt and Hedwig’s empty cage, Harry took hold of the
handle on his trunk. As he squeezed past the bulk of Uncle Vernon, he heard
the doorbell ring, and Dudley’s muffled shout to “Hurry the hell up, he wasn’t
going to answer, or his breakfast would get cold!”

Grinning, Harry flung open the door and spilled into the sunlight. Surrounded
by his two best friends Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley, the three piled
into the back seat of Mr. Weasley’s new car, a Mini Cooper. The magically
extended cab comfortably held all three of them and their trunks, as well as
Ginny, Ron’s youngest sister and her own belongings. Setting his eyes on
Ginny for the first time all summer, Harry felt the now-familiar tightening in
his chest and groin. He took care to make sure he sat next to her, and off
they went, heading for the train station.


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Ginny was painfully aware of the pressure of Harry’s leg against her own during
the ride. Careful to touch him as much as possible in the most undetectable
ways, Ginny enjoyed the ride, especially when her father had to make several
u-turns and abrupt swerves, causing her to almost fall into his lap at one point.
When they finally arrived at the station, Ginny hid her glee as Harry offered
her a hand out of the car, and enjoyed the view of his arse in his jean pants as
he walked in front of her, talking animatedly with Ron about Puddlemere United’s
unexpected victory in the world cup this summer, and some of the former
Gryffendor Team Captain Oliver Wood’s spectacular saves in his position as the
Puddlemere’s Keeper.

“Nice view, isn’t it?”

Choking a bit on her tongue, Ginny turned toward Hermione, eyes widened with
disbelief. However, Hermione was looking not at Harry’s bum as Ginny had been,
but out of one of the many windows at the station, and at the rainbow arcing
overhead. Ginny made several noncommittal “Mm hmm” noises before her eyes
made their way almost involuntarily back to Harry, who was now leaning casually
against the barrier on between platforms 9 and 10. As he slid through to platform
9 ¾, she sighed, and marched resolutely through behind.

They all kissed Mrs. And Mr. Weasley goodbye and made their way onto the
Hogwart’s Express, she was grateful as Hermione and Ron made their way to
the Prefect’s car, leaving Harry and Ginny to find a car on their own. When they
at last found an empty place, Ginny slid into a seat, suddenly shy and unable to
meet Harry’s gaze. After several failed attempts to answer Harry’s polite
conversation starters, she hid behind her transfiguration book, never once
noticing that it was upside down.


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Sighing with relief, Hermione stepped out of the Prefect’s car and made her way
through the train, searching for Harry and Ginny. Pausing along the way to
remind students to get into their school robes, and once to remove a jelly legs
jinx from a first year, she finally slid open the door of her friend’s compartment,
and took a seat next to Ginny.

“You know Gin, that’s pretty impressive.”

Ginny peeked over the edge of the book at her, questioningly.

“I mean, I thought Luna was the only one who frequently read upside down…”

Ginny peered at her book, gave a startled squawk, and sent the book flying,
nearly connecting it with Hermione’s head. She looked at Harry, but he only
shrugged in confusion as well, and watched as Ginny stumbled out of the
compartment, red-faced.

“Well… might as well get our robes on then?”

Nodding at him, Hermione tugged her black school robes from her trunk, and
slipped them over her head. Petting Crookshanks when he hopped into her lap,
Hermione picked up a book and began to read, only putting it back down again
as the train gave a sudden lurch as it slowed rapidly. Peering through the dark
windows, she could just make out the glowing windows of the castle, and the
shaded outlines of the carriages outside, awaiting to take them around the lake
and to the castle. With a cheery wave to Hagrid, she and Harry went in search of
Ron and Ginny and an empty carriage.


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As they all filed into the Great Hall, Harry looked around at the familiar sight of
the floating candles, the bespelled ceiling, and waved his dorm mates Seamus
Finnigan, Dean Thomas, and Neville Longbottom before taking a seat next to Sir
Nicholas, the Gryffendor ghost. To one side, Ron slid onto the bench, and on the
other, Ginny.

Harry shifted in place slightly to ease the pressure between his legs caused by the
sudden closeness of the youngest Weasley. Under the cover of pretending to see
Neville’s toad Trevor under the table, he adjusted himself so that the bulge at the
front of his robes was a little less noticeable, and mumbled something about
having seen a shadow instead.

As professor McGonagall led the line of first years into the Hall, Harry determinedly
watched the stool where McGonagall placed a rather shabby looking, old, brown hat,
which had begun to sing sometime while Harry was staring.

- And so, said Great Gryffindor,
Each will we prevail, for
Within this hat, from upon
My head lays wondrous treasures, three.
A sword, a cup, a wand,
And now, something from thee!

And did great Slytherin
From about his neck, put a locket
Into me, and thus were the
Four houses mixed, for each
A trinket by which to be retrieved.

Clapping filled the Great Hall, and with the end of the Sorting Hat’s song, the line
of first years were sorted. At last, with “Zimmerman, Tucker!” placed into Hufflepuff,
Dumbledore rose to his feet.

With both arms raised into the air, Dumbledore cried out, “Let’s Eat!” Tossing his
beard over his shoulder, the venerable Headmaster sat back down, and Harry
gratefully dug into the meal that had appeared on his plate.


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Author\'s Note: Yep, I\'ve started yet another story. I seem to have issues
with little \"idea thoughtletts\" worming into my brain, and refusing to let me write
anything BUT what they want! If I fight it, I tend not to write at all. So... here you go.
Another thought tendral while writing \"Angel of Darkness\" that just wouldn\'t shut up.

Yes, I did write the lyrics for the chunk of Sorting Hat song. Yes, I am also aware that
it doesn\'t exactly fit JKR\'s style and it doesn\'t precisely rhyme, but oh well, I did the
best I could.

Hope you enjoyed the first chapter. I\'ve already got the next several planned in my
head, so you won\'t have to wait long between the first few chapters. Thanks for reading!