*
Where has it gone wrong…?
Romilda ponders this, curling her lip in outright disgust when Harry Potter's friend drops to his knees.
"Your chocolates… they tasted like heaven…" Ron Weasley murmurs, fluttering his too-pale eyelashes. He laughs giddily, reaching to touch Romilda's hand, and appearing unbothered when she scoffs and backs away. "I'll do anything for you, Romilda Vane… anything…"
Chocolates?
The Chocolate Cauldrons, Romilda realises, soundlessly gasping into her hands.
No, no! Not her love potion she bought!
No!
They were meant for Harry Potter!
She fumes, listening to Parvati Patil and another Gryffindor girl mumble out an awkward excuse to leave Romilda, taking off upstairs.
Wait…
Anything?
Romilda's mouth quirks up.
She can work with that…
Ron Weasley beams at the little, fiendish smile from her, hugging his arms to Romilda soothingly petting into his bright orange hair, nuzzling her. "You will," Romilda croons, swiping a smudge of chocolate off the tip of Ron Weasley's chin. "You will give me what I desire."
He sighs dreamily, Ron Weasley's blue eyes misting with soul-gripping infatuation.
"What do you desire, my love? What is it?"
Romilda lets out a giggle, pressing her nose against his.
Their mouths hover.
"Harry Potter."
*