The Morality of Eating Chocolate Bunnies
by Amethyst

Rating: PG13
Ship: Harry & Hermione
Canon: Books 1 - 4
Genre: Drama, Romance
Status: Complete
Length: 1,416 words in 1 chapter
Published: 19 Nov 2003
Last updated: 19 Nov 2003

Harry and Hermione debate the moral issues of eating chocolate bunnies - old Easter fluff, with a slightly angsty twist.
PG-13 for a Very Bad Word.

From the Unofficial Portkey Archive: https://portkey-archive.org/story/1262/

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1. The Morality of Eating Chocolate Bunnies

Title: The Morality of Eating Chocolate Bunnies and Other Things

Author: Amethyst

Author E-mail: AmethystJackson@hotmail.com

Category: Humor, Romance

Rating: PG

Keywords: Harry, Hermione, Easter, chocolate bunnies

Summary: Harry and Hermione debate the morale issues of eating chocolate bunnies.

Spoilers: None

Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers
including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is
being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

Author's Note: It all started one evening on AIM, talking to Aileen. I realized that my WW date fell on Easter, and from
that, I jumped to this. And I didn't have time to edit it, so please point out any errors you find.

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Witch Weekly

Volume 674, Issue No. 1

Week of April 20, 2003

This is Amethyst speaking, and I would like to say that I am very sick of the veiled insults that the editors keep
leaving here. My rabid plot bunnies are nobody's business but mine. And speaking of rabid plot bunnies, this week we've
got chocolate bunnies. Do enjoy, and please remember, just because it's chocolate doesn't make you any less guilty!

The Morality of Eating Chocolate Bunnies and Other Things

By Amethyst

"I can't eat it," Harry announced, holding up a boxed chocolate bunny. Hermione glanced over at him, frowning.

"Why not? It's not real."

"But it hops, Hermione," Harry argued, carefully opening the box. "That gives it a certain amount of realism. Harry took
the chocolate rabbit out and held it in his hand. It hopped up and down, as if jump-roping.

"Honestly, Harry, it's chocolate and hollow. It is not a real bunny," Hermione responded with exasperation.

"But it's staring at me!" Harry said, and indeed, it was.

"It's a spell, Harry. Chocolate frogs do it, too."

Harry shook his head as the bunny hopped off his hand and onto the table. "How do I know it wasn't a real bunny,
transfigured to be chocolate? What if I'm eating a real bunny?"

Hermione rolled her eyes. "They don't sell transfigured bunnies. It's illegal under the Animal Rights Code of 1892."

"What if these manufacturers are breaking the law? How do you know they're following that code?" Harry asked, almost
hysterical.

"Well, problem solved," Hermione said, gesturing to the table. "It's gone and hopped off and now you don't have a bunny
to eat. It's probably going to get too close to the fire and melt."

Harry looked sad. "Poor bunny. I'd rather be eaten."

Hermione sighed slightly and produced a box from beside her chair. Upon careful inspection, Harry realized it was
another chocolate rabbit, perhaps a distant cousin to his own. She pulled it out of the box and it hopped good-naturedly
on her hand. Carefully, she broke off an ear and handed it to Harry.

"It's Easter. The whole point is to eat chocolate," she said, forcing the ear into his hand. Harry glanced over at the
one-eared rabbit. It didn't seem to be in any pain. Offering Hermione a small smile, he obediently ate the chocolate.

Hermione shrieked, and Harry abruptly stopped chewing. "Harry!" she cried, "the poor bunny's in pain! How could you do
such a thing?"

Harry froze, but one look at the rabbit made it quite apparent that it was still as happy as ever. Hermione giggled, and
Harry narrowed his eyes at her, though he couldn't understand why he had never noticed how cute she was when she laughed
before. Grabbing the nearest pillow, he quickly launched his attack, a few feathers flying after the impact. Hermione
dropped the bunny - it hopped off somewhere, probably to the other missing rabbit, now with no ears - and, to Harry's
great surprise, tackled him. A second later he found himself flat on his back, Hermione pinning him to the ground.

It wasn't until he looked up at Hermione, her entire face glowing with mirth, that he realized just how much they were
in need of laughter. There hadn't been much over the past year.

Ron had died at the beginning of their seventh year, the latest victim of Voldemort's second reign. His absence and the
guilt loomed over Harry, constantly on his shoulder. Smiles were rare; laughter was all but extinct. Harry didn't let
anyone in, and after a long week of how-are-you's and I'm-sorry-for-your-loss's, they stopped approaching him. He had
even tried shutting Hermione out. Anything, anything at all to keep her safe from Ron's fate… But she wouldn't let him,
and they lived their lives solemnly, staying away from everyone but each other.

The pain lessened as the months went by, but it never went away. Something had changed, however. Harry looked up at
Hermione, firelight bouncing off her hair in strands of gold, her eyes dancing with the first bit of happiness they had
known since October, and it was as if everything was as it used to be.

"Harry?" he heard her say, breaking through the thoughts swimming in his head. He offered her a smile, marveling at how
beautiful she had suddenly become. "You're thinking about Ron, aren't you?" she murmured, the smile fading from her eyes
and then her mouth.

Harry nodded slightly, disappointed with himself for letting their moment end. He wanted to hear her laugh again.

"We can't live letting his memory haunt us," she murmured, crawling off of him. She sat beside him, hugging her knees to
her chest. "I don't think he would want it this way. He would want us to laugh, to be happy. He would want us to
forget."

Would he want me to fall in love with you?

Hermione suddenly paled. "Did you just say you were falling in love with me?"

"Oh, fuck," Harry murmured. How could he have said that out loud? Of all the thoughts that Hermione didn't need to hear…

"Harry, answer me. Is that what you said?"

"I suppose you wouldn't agree to forget I ever said that?" Harry asked, unable to meet her wide brown eyes. She shook
her head, and Harry sighed, resigned to the inevitable. Hermione would lie and say they could still be friends, even
though she would kindly tell him that she didn't feel the same way, she would gradually stop speaking to him, and then
Harry would be all alone, unless Ron's ghost came back to haunt him for it…because he was falling for her. There was no
denying it.

"Yes," he told her, "I am. And don't pretend that everything can stay the same, because we both know it can't. I didn't
want to tell you; I can't lose you, Hermione…"

"Well, you're right, Harry," she said, looking down at her hands. She had lovely hands. "It can't stay the same. We
can't be friends anymore."

"What?" he breathed, mouth going dry. Even with all his worries, he had never actually expected her to say something
like that. A small part of him believed that he could still save himself.

"How can we possibly stay friends when all I want right now is for you to kiss me?"

"You…what?" Harry managed, flabbergasted. "You mean you…"

"I mean, Harry, that I'm falling in love with you, too. And therefore, it would be entirely foolish for us to remain
friends, when we could be so much more," she said, reaching out for his hand. He gave it to her, marveling at how much
smaller her hand looked when it was in his own.

He smiled at her. "Do you still want me to kiss you?"

"Of course," she replied. It didn't take him long at all to comply with her wishes. He pulled her down to him, kissing
her softly until that wasn't enough, and then his tongue darted out against her lip. She allowed him to explore her
mouth, returning the favor in kind.

"We should have stopped being friends a long time ago," Harry muttered when they finally broke apart. She nodded her
agreement, face flushed. She crawled into his arms, and he was happy to hold her.

Harry smiled, knowing that Hermione had brought him back to life. She had saved him.

~ fin

A/N: I wrote something Easter-y. Even has a resurrection/salvation theme, though I suppose it's a bit sacrilegious when
Hermione's playing the role of Jesus… In any case, it's Easter-y, so Happy Easter, and no chocolate bunnies were harmed
in the making of this fic.

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