Making Her Love Me

Making Her Love Me

A/N: This is a response to the challenge; Making a Deal.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, but now my Buddha like body is only Opera.

Chapter One: Making Plans

Dean skulled another bottle of Butterbeer, letting out a loud belch at the end. Ron had invited all the Sixth Year Boys over to the Burrow to try and forget the ongoing war, in which He Harry and Hermione were in the centre of.

With the war, the underage wizarding laws had been lifted, so that underage wizards were able to practice magic to defend them selves. Taking advantage of this, Harry and the boys had managed to conjure all kinds of alcoholic beverages to suit their need.

Ron was currently explaining how he had almost gotten Lavender to go out with him, using his manly charms and good looks.

“I bet it wash just a flook. She was probabably just pulling you along, making you think you had her eating the palm of your hand. You couldn't get a peanut to eat your hand. Look, there's an egg falling. I like eggs.” Said Dean is a drunken slur.

“Yesh I cood. She was like a piece goo because I'm good looking, like that ekk was. I mean egg, like with a gee.” Said Ron, who was currently nursing a bottle of Firewhiskey.

“Oh yeh. Maybe you would like to put your foot in your mouth. I bet you couldn't geeeeeet…” said Neville, pondering who he could get Ron to seduce. His face lit up, when an idea hit him, “Luna Lovegood.”

“Yeah Ronnie McDonnie. Fonzie. You couldn't get the coo coo girl, to date the ekk. I mean you.” Added Harry, who had consumed half of Gringotts worth of Butterbeer in one sitting, “She is outta you hand in a nutshell.”

“I'll shedush herrr-*belch*- when you shedush Herm-own-ninny. I mean Hermy One Kenobi, I mean bookworm. I'll go firsht. And bingo was his namo!!!!” said Ron passing out.

“Yesh, sheesh gonna be like a gooey piece of… er… eating my hand.” Finished Harry, pointing his hand at the wall before passing out as well.

Seamus, being the only sober one, cast a remembrance charm on Harry and Ron. He needed to make sure that they remembered this bet. It would be interesting.

Harry woke up with his head feeling like it was about to explode. He looked around for his wand, hoping to cause an anti-hangover charm. He found it and muttered the charm under his breath. He instantly felt better, and began to wonder how much damaged they had caused last night.

The memories came flooding back, causing Harry to audibly groan. He had bet Ron that he could seduce Hermione, while Ron was going to try and bag Luna Lovegood.

“Oi, get up Ron,” said Harry, prodding Ron. Getting no response, he slapped Ron on the head yelling, “LUNA WANTS TO SEE YOU IN THE SHOWER!!!”

This instantly got a response from Ron, who jumped out of bed, and sprinted, towards the bathroom. Upon receiving no Luna, he yelled out, “YOUR MINE POTTER!!!!!”

He ran into the room with glowing red ears that matched his face and flaming hair. “Well it got you out of bed. And it means, when you seduce Luna it won't be just a bet for you. You really like her, don't you? That is, if you want to go through with it?”

Ron went through a number of faces in the span of five seconds; Confusion, realisation, panic, hunger and back to panic.

“I dunno, what if she doesn't like me?” asked Ron, still rubbing his tummy.

“That's the point, you seduce her and make her like you.' Said Harry, looking at Ron pointedly. “You make her see your `sexy' body, and your `good looks'.”

“Fine, but are you still seducing Hermione?” asked Ron, rubbing his head in pain.

“Of course not! If she falls for me, then it'll hurt her when she finds out that I don't like her, and that it's just a bet.” Said Harry.

“What? Are you scared? HA! You can defeat You-Know-Who, but you're afraid to go through with a bet. It's wise though, you'll never be able to seduce Hermione.” Said Ron, hoping Harry would fall into his trap.

It had apparently worked as Harry next said, “Wanna bet? I bet I could Hermione, but since Luna's closer then Hermione is, you should go first. Maybe you should discuss the payments of the bet with Dean? He is the one who issued the challenge.”

“Fine, but the consequences for our bet…? Let me think… I know! The loser has to strut around the Great Hall in a sundress, blowing kisses to Draco Malfoy!!! God I'm so diabolical.”

“Your on! Hey! Why don't you make the same bet with Dean? It would be funny to see the both of you blowing kisses at the ferret?” said Harry, showing confidence in himself. “That is if you can seduce Luna. What do you say… we have to the Easter Holidays to seduce them?” asked Harry.

“Sure, I'll go and tell Dean about the stipulations, er… what does that mean again? Oh yeah, be back in a bit.” Said Ron rushing off to find Dean.

Harry and Ron sat under a tree two weeks before they had to go back to Hogwarts, writing down their ideas on how to seduce the girls. Hermione hadn't shown up since she and her parents went on a trip to France. The rest of the boys from their year had gone home, to get ready for the year.

So far Harry's list contained:

How to Seduce Hermione

1. BE A GENTLEMAN! Eg. Pull out her chair; carry her bag, open doors for her.

2. LIGHT PHYSICAL CONTACT! Eg. Hold her hand; lead her into the Great Hall by holding the small of her back, kiss her on cheek for getting high score on test.

3. ATTRACT HER TO YOU! Eg. Take a shower and approach Hermione in nothing but towel, she will love my physique, invite her to do morning runs and wear no shirt, flash her most dazzling smile.

4. MAJOR PHYSICAL CONTACT! Eg. Kiss her on the corner of the mouth, put arm around waist or shoulders, put hand high up on her thigh, and give her a back massage.

Ron was basically going to go up the street to Luna's house and tell her how he feels about her, right after showing his non-existent manly physique. According to Ron, “She will be putty in my soft, caring hands.”

Ron planned on executing this plan on the day before they left for Hogwarts. He was very nervous for someone with “The best looking manly physique in the whole entire world!” as Ron had exclaimed earlier that day.

Yes, everything was beginning to fall into place, and soon, she will be eating putty out of Harry's hands. Mwahahahahahaha. Then Ron will wear a sundress. Mwahahahahahaha.

A/N: That's the first chapter done, it's kind of short, but it's only there to set the stage for the rest of the story. Hope you enjoy, and remember to read and … “Review!” shouts the crowd!

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Chapter Two: Executing the First Plan

A/N: Sorry it's taken me so long to update guys… My computer crashed and it had all my files on it. I also had a try at writing an original story, I'm still trying, but I decided to come back and continue with all my uncompleted stories…But don't worry I'm back frommmmmmm… NOW!

It was the day before they left for Hogwarts, and Ron had been jittery all morning. He had been saying things like, “What if she doesn't like me?” or, “What if she already has a boyfriend, and thinks I'm gay?”

Harry had clamed him down so many times, he thought he'd go crazy if he said, “She likes you Ron.” Once more.

Ron started off the day eating more food than usual, which is a lot of food. After his tenth plate of bacon, eggs, toast and sausages, he got up and stated, “Time to seduce Luna!” and began humming a tune that sounded oddly like, “Off to see the wizard” from the wizard of Oz.

He walked out the door, and screamed, “The wonderful guy of Oz!!!” Harry thought he might have a seizure, from Ron's banshee singing.

Ron walked down the street, carrying a bouquet of flowers, and practicing his poses for Luna. He began to realize, that there's a chance that he might not actually have a brilliant physique. But these worry were soon forgotten, as the nervousness took over. He was standing in front of Luna's house; he raised his hands to knock, when he began to feel nauseous, but when Luna answered the door before he could knock, all he could say was, “Flowers for the Wizard of Oz…” before being dragged into her house.

Luna dragged him up the stairs and into her room, before shutting the door behind her and saying, dreamily, “Hello Ronald, what brings you to my home?”

Ron simply stared at her and said, “Look at this!” and ripped of his shirt, to take up the poses he had been practicing. After five minutes of posing he realized he still had the bouquet of flowers in his hand, and proceeded to hand them to her so he could continue his posing.

“Wow, Ronald, your muscles are so big, and you're in such good shape…” she sighed dreamily.

`It's time to ask her out! She likes my muscles…' thought Ron.

“Luna,” Began Ron “You're the girl for me, you're the one I WANT TO SPEND THE REST OF MY LIFE WITH, WOULD IT ALRIGHT IF YOU AND I WENT OUT SOMETIME!!!” Yelled Ron, nervously. (A/N: Not an accident!)

“Of course, oh Ronald, you have no idea how long I've waited to hear you say that…” said Luna, unfased by Ron's yelling.

“You will?! Woo hoo!!!” said Ron jumping up and down, punching the air.

Luna grabbed his arm, to stop him. He looked at her, a question in his eyes. Luna answered him by wrapping her arms around his neck, and leaning up to place her lips softly onto his.

Ron had never felt anything like this; it was better than quidditch, better than flying. It was the best thing he had ever felt. He wrapped his arms around her waist to draw her closer, gods this was fun. He ran his tongue along her bottom lip, seeking entrance. He was not to be denied, as Luna's tongue darted into Ron's mouth, at the same time, he did the same. They were exploring each other's mouths when they began to realize they needed air.

They broke apart with a sigh. Just as they broke apart, there was a knock at the door. “Come in.” Luna said dreamily, staring into Ron's eyes.

Luna's father, Roger, entered the room. “Luna, were you making out with Mr. Weasley?” Roger asked. Ron was beginning to panic. He was dead.

“Yes father.” Came Luna's reply. Ron just looked at her, shocked.

“Congratulations! Oh, and remember to check his head for Nargles…” Roger left the room, leaving a dreamy Luna, and a shocked Ron. Ron noticed that Roger also had a constant dreamy look in her eye.

Luna grabbed hold of Ron's head, and pushed her lips onto his once again, but this time, with more passion…

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Ron came home, with a dreamy look on his face that matched the one on the face of Luna, who had come home with him.

They entered the house to find Harry writing a letter to Hermione.

“Hey Harry. Guess what?” Ron began.

“Well,” Harry said, looking up from his letter. “You and Luna are going out then?” he asked.

“Yeah, how did you know?” Ron asked, curious as to how he had come upon this information.

“Well, mate. I kinda guessed when I saw that she's… well… feeling your arse.” Harry said, and then burst out laughing.

Harry continued writing his letter, while Ron and Luna left to have some, er, private time…

A/N: That's the second chapter done, sorry it took me so long to update. But as I said before, my computer crashed, and all my files kind of, well died. So technically, I updated quickly, as I wrote this in a day, on the same day I got a new computer, (for my b'day) I hope you read and review!!!!!

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