In [Harry Potter’s] Heartbeat
“Hi, Harry!” Hermione said brightly as she slid into the seat across from Harry at his table in the library.
“Hey, ‘Mione,” Harry responded absently, not breaking his gaze away from where Draco Malfoy sat, a few tables over. His Transfiguration essay lay forgotten on the table in front of him. Hermione rolled her eyes when she noticed that Harry had only written down two sentences.
“Listen, Harry, I was wondering if you could help me with some of my homework,” Hermione put forth.
Harry didn’t bother to reply this time. He probably wasn’t even listening, as he was far too distracted watching Draco saunter out of the library.
Harry abruptly turned his head to face Hermione.
“Oh, did you say something? Sorry, I was…” Harry paused and blushed an intense shade of puce. “Daydreaming,” he finished quickly and coughed. “What were you saying?”
Hermione shook her head in amusement at Harry’s obvious crush on Draco.
“I asked if you’d like to help me with an assignment for my Ancient Studies class,” Hermione said and Harry gasped.
“Hermione Granger is asking Harry Potter for help with an assignment? I never thought this day would come. Well, go on. What is it you need my brilliant mind for?”
Hermione chuckled and answered, “Lately we’ve been studying ways to invent new spells with theories and techniques from Ancient Magic. This assignment was to create a spell that would make an emotion sentient. For example, you could cast a spell to make someone’s anger sentient and a fireball or something would show up and lead the person to things that made them angry. Anyways, I need you to be a test subject for my spell.”
Harry frowned. “So you don’t need my brilliant mind after all.” Then he asked, “Why isn’t Ron your test subject?”
“Oh, Ron’s too busy.”
Harry raised his eyebrows. “Doing what? Last I saw him, he was playing Wizard’s Poker with Dean and Seamus.”
“He’s busy now. Helping Ginny with Quidditch strategies for the match next week.”
“Funny. I wouldn’t think Ginny would need any help-”
Hermione cut him off by clearing her throat loudly. “The point is, I’m in need of a test subject and you’re available. Are you willing to help me?”
“Sure, I guess. Which emotion did you decide to do?” Harry said.
Harry suddenly looked very nervous. “What kind of love?”
Hermione shrugged. “I was aiming for romantic love, but the spell’s a work in progress. Could turn out to be any kind of love.”
“So the spell will lead me to who I love.”