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Of Hearts & Heroes

 

"In the story, they are both 16 years old (summer before 6th year). There is a scene where Ron, Hermione, Harry and Ginny sneak several bottles of Firewhiskey and flame fruit, which is a fruit that accentuates the euphoric effect of alcohol. The fruit is described in the fic as bright orange berries that resembled blackberries in size and shape, but seemed to have a tough skin, more like a mango.  You suck the fruit juice off the body of someone of the opposite sex and the closer to the heart, the more intoxicating the results. So, in the scene Hermione is angry at Ron and she tries the flame fruit on Harry's hand. She then squirts the fruit on her wrist to allow Harry to try it, Ron gets jealous, grabbing her wrist and sucking the juice himself.

from the fic (end of chapter 26):

Ron watched the next bit in utter shock.  Hermione purposefully reached across and grabbed Harry's hand.  "Whah?"  Harry sputtered nervously, but the wanker stayed limp as Hermione squirted the fruit onto the back of his hand and hurriedly took it between her lips.

            Ron had never felt such white-hot rage.  He didn't trust himself to speak or even move.

            Hermione's hand flew to her mouth, as if she couldn't believe what she had done.  Uncharacteristic giggles erupted from her.

            "It worked?"  Ginny asked excitedly.

            Hermione just nodded through her giggles.  Ginny grabbed Harry's hand as if he were a rag doll and repeated the process.  Ron watched seething, while his sister licked the juice off his best friend's wrist and dissolve into mirth.  "That's bloody fantastic!" she cried.

            Ron still couldn't move, for fear he might hit someone, but things got much worse. 

            "Hey," Harry said.  "Am I just a doll for you two to use for your pleasure?"  Ron did not like his teasing tone especially since he still didn't know what the hell was going on. 

            "Fine," Hermione said through her giggles.  She squirted the fruit on her wrist and offered it to Harry.

            That jerked Ron out of his daze; he reached out and snatched her hand back.  "Over my bloody dead body."  His heated gaze met Hermione's wide-eyed brown one. Fire passed between them.  Ron lifted her wrist to his lips, and without breaking eye contact, sucked.

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