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Title: Brunfelsia
Author: Queen Momoko
For: Rosehiptea
Fandom: Harry Potter
Time: 3 years after graduation
Cliché: Sex pollen/aphrodisiacs
Rating: PG
Warnings: shounen-ai, shoujo-ai. 5th year and above AU ^___^
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“Hey, do you remember that time during Herbology with the…” Ron trailed off. “That B- Brunhilda, Brunmeister, Brunfifer…” Ron’s forehead was scrunched in thought.
“The Brunfelsia?” Hermione replied, barely looking up from her book.
“That’s the one,” Ron replied with a smile. “So, do you?”
“Do I what?” She chanced an impatient glare up at him.
“Do you remember what happened?”
“No,” she answered instantly
She could feel Ron’s excitement die down for an instant, but just as quickly as it had left, it had come back. Except this time, it featured a smug face trying to worm its way between her and the most recent book on artificial neural networks. She lowered the book to stare reproachfully at the unrepentant face of her long-time friend.
“What are you doing?”
“Just waiting for you to answer the question,” Ron smiled at Hermione’s raised eyebrow. “Truthfully. So, do you remember what happened?”
“I’m not going to get any peace at all until I answer your question, am I?” Ron shook his head. “Fine, I’ll answer it. Yes, I remember. Are you happy now?” With that Hermione once more raised her book, trying to find the place where she had left off.
“No. I want to know what happened. You never said anything about it, Hermione. And it’s driving me crazy!” Ron pleaded. “I’ve had to deal with this question for five years! You have to tell me!”
“There’s nothing to tell, Ron. It just wore off,” Hermione replied, once more burying her face in her book.
“You know as well as I do, if not better, that Brun-whatever’s pollen doesn’t wear off. You obviously aren’t affected by it now. So what did you do? Who did you do?”
Hermione’s mouth opened and closed as she stared at Ron. Her cheeks flushed.
“I mean, it’s so unfair that Ginny knows about it and I don’t! I’m your best friend. I deserve to know!”
“How do you know that Ginny knows?” Hermione choked out.
“Parvati and Lavender were saying that Ginny was the only person you’d let in the room. So I know you told her. Why won’t you tell me?”
“I bet you asked Ginny about it, didn’t you?”
“She won’t even let me get the question out before she starts shouting at me.”
“Why are you so interested in this Ron? It has been five years since it happened,” Hermione sighed.
“I just have always wondered how you did it. I mean, Harry was a right mess a few hours after the pollen incident. Come on, ‘Mione. Tell me!”
“Well, there would have been no pollen incident if you two hadn’t been goofing off. Professor Sprout warned us before we started working with it that the pollen had sexual side effects. If you two had been listening, the whole thing would never have happened.”
“But it did happen. Look, I’ll tell you about what happened with Harry.”
“Ron. I don’t care what happened with Harry. Anyway, I’m sure you and he had a very nice time taking care of the side effects together.” Ron sputtered. “And I’m still not telling you.”
“Fine then,” Ron said, grabbing the book out of her hands. “Then you don’t get your book back until you answer me.”
“Fine, I’ll answer. But you brought it upon yourself. I went to get the antidote from Madame Pomfrey.”
Ron froze.
“There was an antidote?”
“Yes, Ron. There was.”
“B-but why didn’t anyone say anything?”
“It works because the pollen molecules become attached to the skin. From there they are absorbed and attach themselves to the nerve endings under the skin. The process takes a few hours. So by that time we were already out of class. If you had been paying attention, you would have heard Professor Sprout say that Madame Pomfrey had an antidote, in case anyone got some on them. Did you really think that there wouldn’t be any other solution besides sex to get the pollen out of your bodies?”
Ron’s jaw hung open as he stared at Hermione. She grabbed the book out of his slack hand and moved back to her chair.
“Now that your curiosity is satisfied, you can go,” she said as she flipped through the book. “Oh and be sure to tell Harry that I said hi.”
“O-okay. Bye,” Ron replied as he left her flat.
As the door shut soundly behind him, Hermione put the book down on her lap. Her loud sigh echoed through the space. Lying to him had been a tad bit difficult, but it had gotten the desired effect. She was pretty sure he would take her response as the truth and not look it up. She cast a disinterested look at the fireplace as it roared to life and Ginny stepped out.
"I take it that Ron has been here," Ginny asked. At Hermione's nod, she continued, "You look beat. Did you finally answer him?"
"He's just so exhausting sometimes. I told him that Madame Pomfrey gave me an antidote."
Ginny laughed and shook her head. "And he believed it. I always wonder what would have happened had you guys not had that plant in Herbology. Ron and Harry would have been even more insufferable. Those two needed to have hot, kinky man-sex."
"Hot, kinky man-sex?" Hermione cast a skeptical glance at the red head who was leaning on her.
"Sounded good, didn't it?" Ginny grinned back.
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I hope you enjoyed the story. ^___^
You know, I was going through your profile and fanfiction accounts to se what type of pairing you might want. And I realized that I've read some of your stuff. ^-^ I was entertained.
Author: Queen Momoko
For: Rosehiptea
Fandom: Harry Potter
Time: 3 years after graduation
Cliché: Sex pollen/aphrodisiacs
Rating: PG
Warnings: shounen-ai, shoujo-ai. 5th year and above AU ^___^
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
“Hey, do you remember that time during Herbology with the…” Ron trailed off. “That B- Brunhilda, Brunmeister, Brunfifer…” Ron’s forehead was scrunched in thought.
“The Brunfelsia?” Hermione replied, barely looking up from her book.
“That’s the one,” Ron replied with a smile. “So, do you?”
“Do I what?” She chanced an impatient glare up at him.
“Do you remember what happened?”
“No,” she answered instantly
She could feel Ron’s excitement die down for an instant, but just as quickly as it had left, it had come back. Except this time, it featured a smug face trying to worm its way between her and the most recent book on artificial neural networks. She lowered the book to stare reproachfully at the unrepentant face of her long-time friend.
“What are you doing?”
“Just waiting for you to answer the question,” Ron smiled at Hermione’s raised eyebrow. “Truthfully. So, do you remember what happened?”
“I’m not going to get any peace at all until I answer your question, am I?” Ron shook his head. “Fine, I’ll answer it. Yes, I remember. Are you happy now?” With that Hermione once more raised her book, trying to find the place where she had left off.
“No. I want to know what happened. You never said anything about it, Hermione. And it’s driving me crazy!” Ron pleaded. “I’ve had to deal with this question for five years! You have to tell me!”
“There’s nothing to tell, Ron. It just wore off,” Hermione replied, once more burying her face in her book.
“You know as well as I do, if not better, that Brun-whatever’s pollen doesn’t wear off. You obviously aren’t affected by it now. So what did you do? Who did you do?”
Hermione’s mouth opened and closed as she stared at Ron. Her cheeks flushed.
“I mean, it’s so unfair that Ginny knows about it and I don’t! I’m your best friend. I deserve to know!”
“How do you know that Ginny knows?” Hermione choked out.
“Parvati and Lavender were saying that Ginny was the only person you’d let in the room. So I know you told her. Why won’t you tell me?”
“I bet you asked Ginny about it, didn’t you?”
“She won’t even let me get the question out before she starts shouting at me.”
“Why are you so interested in this Ron? It has been five years since it happened,” Hermione sighed.
“I just have always wondered how you did it. I mean, Harry was a right mess a few hours after the pollen incident. Come on, ‘Mione. Tell me!”
“Well, there would have been no pollen incident if you two hadn’t been goofing off. Professor Sprout warned us before we started working with it that the pollen had sexual side effects. If you two had been listening, the whole thing would never have happened.”
“But it did happen. Look, I’ll tell you about what happened with Harry.”
“Ron. I don’t care what happened with Harry. Anyway, I’m sure you and he had a very nice time taking care of the side effects together.” Ron sputtered. “And I’m still not telling you.”
“Fine then,” Ron said, grabbing the book out of her hands. “Then you don’t get your book back until you answer me.”
“Fine, I’ll answer. But you brought it upon yourself. I went to get the antidote from Madame Pomfrey.”
Ron froze.
“There was an antidote?”
“Yes, Ron. There was.”
“B-but why didn’t anyone say anything?”
“It works because the pollen molecules become attached to the skin. From there they are absorbed and attach themselves to the nerve endings under the skin. The process takes a few hours. So by that time we were already out of class. If you had been paying attention, you would have heard Professor Sprout say that Madame Pomfrey had an antidote, in case anyone got some on them. Did you really think that there wouldn’t be any other solution besides sex to get the pollen out of your bodies?”
Ron’s jaw hung open as he stared at Hermione. She grabbed the book out of his slack hand and moved back to her chair.
“Now that your curiosity is satisfied, you can go,” she said as she flipped through the book. “Oh and be sure to tell Harry that I said hi.”
“O-okay. Bye,” Ron replied as he left her flat.
As the door shut soundly behind him, Hermione put the book down on her lap. Her loud sigh echoed through the space. Lying to him had been a tad bit difficult, but it had gotten the desired effect. She was pretty sure he would take her response as the truth and not look it up. She cast a disinterested look at the fireplace as it roared to life and Ginny stepped out.
"I take it that Ron has been here," Ginny asked. At Hermione's nod, she continued, "You look beat. Did you finally answer him?"
"He's just so exhausting sometimes. I told him that Madame Pomfrey gave me an antidote."
Ginny laughed and shook her head. "And he believed it. I always wonder what would have happened had you guys not had that plant in Herbology. Ron and Harry would have been even more insufferable. Those two needed to have hot, kinky man-sex."
"Hot, kinky man-sex?" Hermione cast a skeptical glance at the red head who was leaning on her.
"Sounded good, didn't it?" Ginny grinned back.
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I hope you enjoyed the story. ^___^
You know, I was going through your profile and fanfiction accounts to se what type of pairing you might want. And I realized that I've read some of your stuff. ^-^ I was entertained.