Harmione One Shots

Sleek and Sensual

Summary: When Hermione learns that Harry gets royalties from sales of his grandfather's Sleekeazy's Hair Potion, she decides to do some advertising to help him out. Her motives may not be entirely selfless, however...

Ship: HarryPotterxHermioneGranger

All credit goes to Lysander12 on Ao3

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"Hermione, what did..." Harry gaped at her, his eyes darting over every visible inch of her hair.

Her sleek, shiny hair.

Beside him, Ron looked similarly stunned.

She giggled at their reactions. "You've seen my hair like this before, boys. At the Yule Ball, remember?"

Harry's eyes widened as he remembered.

"But... then why do that to your hair now?" Ron asked. "There's no ball tonight."

"Do you remember the potion that I used to get my hair to look like this?"

"Sleekeazy's Hair Potion," said Harry.

Hermione beamed at him for recalling it so easily. "And do you know who invented Sleekeazy's?"

He and Ron exchanged blank looks and shrugs.

"Fleamont Potter, your grandfather."

His eyes snapped back to her.

"Your vault at Gringotts gets royalties from the sale of this potion. So, I thought that I might do some marketing for you."

"You're trying to get Harry more money?" Ron blurted. "Doesn't he already have enough of it?"

Hermione shrugged. "Every little bit can help."

"But why help him? Why not m..." Ron trailed off, his face reddening as he looked away from her. "Some of us need help more than others."

"Did your family invent a potion that I can advertise?"

"No."

"Well then."

"But half the witches at school already use Sleekeazy's."

"Then I'll make sure the other half know why my hair looks like this."

"And what's in it for you?"

"What do you mean?"

"He's right," said Harry. "I'm supposed to pay you something for this, aren't I?"

"That isn't necessary, Harry." She smiled slyly. "I'm considering it an investment in the future."

He gave her a blank look. Ron shook his head and walked away, grumbling about girls being insane.

Hermione took a step closer to Harry. "So, I look good?"

"Yes," he replied immediately. "Not that I dislike how your hair normally is, of course."

She gave another small giggle. "Thanks."

"What did you mean about an investment in the future?"

"Well..." Her smile turned coy. "I was thinking that perhaps, one day, my children might benefit from these royalties, just like you do now."

"Your children?" He stared at her. "You mean, if I were to make you my beneficiary in case anything happened to—" He didn't get to finish the morbid thought as she placed her hand over his lips.

"No, Harry, that's not what I'm thinking at all." She took another step closer to him. "I'm thinking that my children would be your heirs, considering they would also be your children."

He went still beneath her hand, barely any breath crossing her fingers. His eyes were as wide as they could go behind his glasses.

She dropped her hand, feeling far less confident now that her confessed desire was hanging in the air between them.

"My chil... You would want..."

"I would want to raise a family with you. Eventually, that is, of course."

"But... But we're... You're..."

"I acknowledge that there are quite a few steps between here and there that we haven't taken yet. But I was thinking that maybe we could get started on the first of those."

"What?"

She leant up, and reached behind his head to pull him down the rest of the way. Their lips met, and despite his shock, it still felt like everything she had hoped for.

When she pulled away and dropped back down on her heels, she studied his face. His shock was still present, but a small smile danced across his lips, and that revitalized her confidence. "Think about it," she told him, having a pretty good idea of where those thoughts would lead in his adolescent brain. "In the meantime, I've got some advertising to do."

With that, she walked away, leaving him staring at her sleek hair.