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The Amonrae Spell

Caroline Delacour

A/N: Finally! I'm able to get out of the rush of College for 1 minute to get back to you guys! Sorry it took so long, but I've been very busy to say the least. Now bear with me; this story will be completed if you just give me time. Thanks for your reviews and please be patient while I answer all of them since time is gold for me now. Keep them coming! Sorry if this is short; I'll try and update as soon as I can. This is all H/Hr interaction, so here's for the insatiable H/Hr shippers!

Enjoy!

Caroline

Chapter 11: Seductive Flirting

"Harry Potter. Potter Harry," Hermione said while playing with a lock of her hair as Harry entered the common room. To Harry, she looked more beautiful than ever, but his mind snapped out of it when the word spell came to mind.

"Yeah… hi," he couldn't help but stutter, "Um, where is everybody?" he asked as he saw that the common room was dead empty.

"Away. I made sure that the common room was deserted, so we could practice."

"Practice?" he gulped again. That tone she was using…


"Of course. The "Accio" summon. That's what you wanted to work on yesterday wasn't it?" she inquired calmly, giving him a small wink in the process.

"Yeah, that. Right." He cleared his throat, never taking his eyes off her.

"Harry, take out your wand."

"Wand! Here it is!" Harry exclaimed, showing her his unpolished wand.

"Good boy. Now what do you say we practice a little bit?"

"Sure. What do I summon?"

"Take what you want," she answered, getting closer to him once more.

"Uh… Hermione, are you sure you're all right?" Again that tone that made his blood rush…elsewhere. Of course she wasn't well; but frankly, he didn't know what else to say.

"Fit as a fiddle. Why? You want to check me?"

"Ahem! Accio-book!" he summoned, trying to get one of her books, but as a result of being too nervous, he only succeeded on getting the book to the floor.

"Tsk, tsk," Hermione protested, "Pitiful. Didn't you practice? I thought I told you to do so."

"I did. I'm just having some, wand problems."

"Really? Let me help you then," she said, getting behind him. She put her left hand on his stomach, making him stop breathing, and grasped his wand hand with her right.

"`Mione, what are you doing?" Harry couldn't help but squeak. Truth was, she was a little too close for his comfort.

"Would you stay still? I can't concentrate if you move."

At her command, Harry stayed as still as a stone, his heart already on his throat.

"Move your hand with me." Hermione twirled both their hands, getting partial control of Harry's wand. "Accio book!"

The book started coming towards them, but before it came to her, she broke away from Harry's embrace. As a result, the book ended up hitting him squarely on the forehead.

"Ouch!" Harry whined in protest.

"That proves just how concentrated you were Potter," she said, walking around him.

" Sorry? Although technically it wasn't my fault!"

"Oh? Pottie can't concentrate?"

« Pottie ? « Now this was going just a touch too far and Harry was beginning to…panic, to say the least. Oh, there would be no Draco Malfoy once he was through with him. « Hermione, listen to me, you…"

"If you are having problems concentrating, I can help you out," Hermione assured him while putting her hands on his shoulders, stroking his tense muscles.

"Mione…"

"Relax Harry, clear your mind," she whispered while she continued to massage. The only problem was that Harry couldn't concentrate with her around, or specifically, that close to his body. "Stop tensing your muscles!"

"I can't help it!"

"I see. Why is that?" she asked, crossing her arms.

"Because you aren't yourself Hermione! Stop it! Stop the spell!" he exclaimed desperately. It was the only thin he could think off. She was supposed to be the smart one, he just couldn't figure this one on his own.

"Whatever are you talking about Harry?" Hermione asked in an innocent tone.

"Forget it. Professor Snape has to have the antidote. You're coming with me."

"Oh am I? Where may I ask are we going?" she said in a tone that was both playful, and sensual and notice Harry's body tense even more.

Harry couldn't hear any more, this was more than he could take in one day. Frankly, he preferred to face 1O Voldemorts in one day than a very frisky and tempting Hermione (Scratch that! You're not supposed to be thinking of your best friend in that way! She's under a spell! Wait! Does that mean you're her best friend more than Ron? Stop! Focus!) He couldn't think of anything more to do, so he preferred to deal with professor Snape as long as he could bring his best friend back. So, he took her hand and strolled her behind him.

Hermione couldn't stop laughing inside. He was buying every word and she was having the fun of a lifetime, so far.

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