A/N: Hey guys! I'm back! Actually, I added chapter 11 here on advise from Madhu893…I'm sorry about this…didn't know. Anyway, more thrill for you guys! Now, keep in mind that this is the last chappie before I'm off to College, so you'll have to wait a while for the next! Sorry! Review please! And thanks Madhu893!
Chapter 10: Surprise
"Artemise, lever!" Fleur commanded her unicorn to get up, of course, in her native language. The unicorn neighed and started to jump, telling Fleur to take her out. Fleur took her by her reigns and mounted her. "Artemise, accélérer," Fleur commanded, telling her to quick the pace.
Artemise jumped and settled in her front paws, neighed and was about to run, when Fleur
pulled her reigns
"Arreté," Fleur ordered her to stop momentarily.
The unicorn did as told and settled quietly, while Fleur got down from it looking in the
distance. She tossed her hair and went towards the owlery, taking Artemise by the reigns. She smiled as she arrived. Precisely who she wanted to see tonight.
"Oliver?" .
"Fleur! What are you doing here at this hour?" he asked, settling his owl in his nest, after he practically flew from the fright she had given him.
"I was going to ride my unicorn. Want to join me?" she purred
"I don't think that would be appropriate. Besides, you should get to bed. It's cold and dark, you don't want to catch the flu."
"Oh, come on Oliver. Where's your sense of adventure? Besides, tomorrow is a
free day. Why waste `ze night? My unicorn needs exercise," she answered, petting Artemise. "She just arrived from France. Come wiz us. I `aven't seen you since `ze dance."
"That was yesterday," he said, fixing his cloak as the night was getting colder.
" Yesterday, not today. Come on! Give me a tour of England," she dared him.
" Fine, but only because I don't think you should be alone at this hours."
"'Ow protective of you," Fleur replied seductively, mounting her unicorn.
Oliver went and settled behind her ,clearing his throat. He wasn't used to this kind of closeness.
" `Old on to me," Fleur commanded.
"Pardon me?' Oliver was puzzled.
"She kind of likes to go fast, so I'd `old on, unless you want to end like Roger Davies," she laughed.
"Wait a minute, I thought Roger had been in…" Oliver started to say, but couldn't continue.
"Accélerér!" Fleur shouted, and Artemise ran off faster than lightning, making him
hold on to Fleur strongly by her waist.
It was cold to be sure, but it was a beautiful night, so Fleur enjoyed the ride. She loved to ride her unicorn. It made her feel like she was flying. Oliver, on the other hand, couldn't stop sweating. He wasn't use to be this close to Fleur, not to mention he didn't trust her dear pet.
They were riding fast against the wind and he could feel Fleur's hair blowing against his skin, smelling her rose scent. It wasn't a while before he began to have trouble breathing. What was wrong with him? He hardly knew her. Yet, she was so beautiful that…
"Whoa!" he exclaimed, while Fleur pulled Artemise to a stop.
His body crashed into Fleur's. At this, Fleur smiled and sighed, turning around to look at him. She immediately noticed his sweatiness and strange demeanor. .
"What's wrong Oliver? You look like you saw a ghost. Are you afraid of me?" she asked, caressing his face seductively.
"Your unicorn, more likely," he stammered, breathing hard. Her caress had made his heart beat faster. Knock it off!
"Zat can soon be fixed," she said, dismounting from her pet.
"What are you doing? We're in the middle of nowhere!"
" You're going to take `er reigns from `ere back to `Ogwarts. Is `zat good for you?"
"What?"
"Oh, come on Oliver. Don't tell me you're really afraid of my Artemise," Fleur laughed.
"I didn't say that."
"Well `zen, impress me wiz your bravery."
She went to Artemise and whispered some words in French. Then, she took Oliver's hand and settled behind him, holding him tightly by his waist.
Oliver kicked Artemise. The unicorn neighed and began to trot as fast as lightning once more. He had to admit, it wasn't that bad.
That was until Fleur settled her head against his back and moved her arms to his chest. Then, he really couldn't concentrate on the way. He just couldn't keep his mind off her…
"Stop it!" his mind told him. He even kicked Artemise again to quick the pace even more.
Before he knew it, they were back on the school grounds, well after midnight. Oliver pulled at Artemise's reigns and settled her. But Fleur didn't move.
"Hey, Fleur, we're here," he informed, brushing one of her hands. She grasped his strongly and moaned. "Fleur, wake up." Oliver turned around to face her.
As a result, she fell in his arms, opening her eyes sleepily.
"Oliver? What?"
But he didn't reply. He couldn't stop thinking about how much he wanted to kiss her right here and now.
"Oliver?" She smiled, noticing how he was still as a stone, his eyes fixed on her. " You know, you could try kissing me Wood. I know you want to."
"What?!" He literally fell off the unicorn, which looked at him pitifully,
"Ouch!"
"Oy vey," Fleur protested, passing a hand through her face. "Oliver! Are you all
right?" She dismounted Artemise and kneeled on the floor.
Oliver jumped at the sight of her closeness to his embrace.
"I'm fine! Just…eh, technical problems," he stammered, rubbing his back.
"Backache?" Fleur stood up.
"Me? Backache? No, no, no way," he assured her.
"You're sure? Because if you `ave one, I could surely make you feel better," she
whispered, stroking his shoulder.
"No! I mean, don't worry. I'm sure I can manage. Besides, you should get to bed. It's a quarter to 2:00."
"But I'm not tired." She got closer to him.
"But I am!" he exclaimed, literally running away from her.
"Why don't you relax around me Oliver? I promise I won't kill you."
"Sure you won't. But I…have to go. Need help with your unicorn?"
"I'm sure I can handle `er. But you're welcome to stay."
" Oh well, good night then. See you Artemise," he said, petting the unicorn.
At this gesture, Fleur put her hand on top of his and started to caress it. But Oliver removed it in a flash, gave her a thin smile, and ran off.
Fleur put Artemise to sleep and was left alone with her thoughts. She wanted Oliver, and she would have him if it were the last thing that she did. No man had ever refused her and Oliver wasn't going to be the exception He was going to be hers.
****
"Fleur! Fleur!" Hermione shouted, opening the curtains as the morning sunshine swept across Fleur's face.
" Stop shouting," Fleur whined, putting the bed sheets against her face.
"Fleur, wake up! It's ten o'clock!"
"So it is. Now go away," Fleur protested
"Fleur!"
"What?" she whined again, yawning while lazily opening her eyes. But at the sight of Hermione, or rather what had become of her, she jumped, every trace of tiredness leaving her body. "'Ermione, what 'ze 'ell? Is 'zat..."
"I look good then? Very well, ciao."
"'Ermione, you're not going anywhere dressed like 'zat! 'Zat's my job!"
"But you said I could borrow your clothes."
"Yes, but..."
"Then I will." Hermione smiled, suddenly noticing Fleur's puffy eyes, "What's wrong with you? Did you sleep well?"
"I actually didn't sleep. I rode Artemise until late."
" But it was dark..."
"Oliver rode wiz me."
"Oh, I see. Wait! Did you...?"
"No. It just so 'appens 'zat 'e's afraid of me."
"Cut him some slack Fleur. He's never been with a girl before."
"Well, don't you 'zink itz about time for 'im to change 'zat? No matter. I will 'ave 'imsoon enough."
Hermione would've talked Fleur out of this, but she was too excited about today's 'play' to give her new friend's matters any attention whatsoever.
"Good for you. I'll see you later. Wish me luck." Hermione smiled once more and ran off.
"Actually, it's 'Arry who needs 'ze luck," Fleur muttered to herself, suddenly wondering why Hermione had chosen Harry to be the… victim and not Ron. She smiled as she came up with just the right answer.
****
"What do I have to do to impress her Harry?" Ron screamed at his friend.
Harry spilled his pumpkin juice and looked at him, still nervous Truth was, he had been deeply lost in thought about matters that concerned a certain bushy haired girl, which he wasn't keen to discuss at the moment.
"I'm sorry, what did you say Ron?" he asked apologetically.
"What do I have to do to make Hermione mine?! I'm desperate!" Harry strangely flinched at that statement, all the hunger he had was gone now...again.
"I don't know just..."
"Hey there," Hermione appeared out of nowhere and put her arms around Harry.
Harry was surprised at this gesture and turned around to look at her. Wrong move. He literally jumped from his seat the minute he set eyes on her while Ron was as still as a stone, just staring at her. She was dressed in a short black skirt and a low cut burgundy colored blouse. Her hair was combed to her shoulders and she was wearing makeup. Due to the shortness of her skirt, Harry could see every single curve of her body. Suffice to say, she looked breathtaking.
"What? You like what you see?" Hermione smiled in an un-Hermione sort of way, or so .it seemed to Harry and her statement…what the…
"Hermione...you..." Harry couldn't stop stammering.
"I'll take that as a yes," she whispered, passing her hand through his chest.
"Hermione! Why, you look H O T ! Hot!" Ron exclaimed, standing up and walking towards her.But she held her hand up to stop him and said in a rather degrading tone, once again, very un-Hermione like:
"Save it Ronald. So Harry," she continued, her eyes never leaving his own, "Meet me at the common room in five. We need to...practice a few things," she said, giving a seductive look before taking her leave, moving her hips as she did so.
" Why you? What do you have that I don't?" Ron protested.
But Harry didn't want to know. It was true, he couldn't stop staring at her. But what had gotten into her? She wasn't like this. Then his mind figured it out. It had to be the spell!
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