Chapter 13: Shocking Information
Harry and Fleur sat down in the common room. While Harry was both nervous and apprehensive in regards to what this had to do with getting his best friend back, he was more nervous just looking at Fleur's expression. It was guarded, not even a twinge of amusement. It made him think that the Veela part of her would explode any minute.
"What?" he dared to ask.
"Are you sure `Ermione is under `zat spell?" Fleur inquired, although she already knew the answer to that. Perhaps by some miracle, Harry wouldn't be so clueless?
"You mean you haven't noticed anything different about her?" Fleur sighed. Who was she kidding?
"Yes I `ave, but…"
"Well! You know how the spell goes. Question is…how do I reverse it?"
"Zere is no antidote, `Arry."
"What?! That can't be, that…"
" `Owever, zere is a remedy."
"There is? Well, what is it?"
"I assume she's `itting on you. So, `zat means you're `er best friend," Fleur tried to keep her voice steady. She hated lying to Harry; he seemed so naïve at the moment, but this was a lesson Hermione had to learn.
"It could be Ron."
"Cut `ze crap `Arry. She `ates Ron. I'm not surprised zough. Well, in `zat case, you…"
"What? What do I do?"
" `Arry, put it `zis way. She won't rest until she sleeps wiz you."
"Pardon me?"
"Itz true. Zat's a very used spell all over Beauxbatons, so I zink I know. All I'm saying is `zat once she sleeps wiz you, `ze spell ceases to exist."
"So I have to sleep with her to reverse the spell, is that it?"
"Basically."
*****
"Mm," Hermione moaned.
She opened her eyes to find herself on top of Harry's chest, who was stroking her hair with an adorable smile on his face if she did say so herself. Once their eyes met, her lips were greeted with a passionate kiss.
"Good morning, sleeping beauty," he whispered, his lips moving to her neck.
Hermione sighed, taking his hand in hers and continued resting her head on his muscular chest. He wrapped her in his arms and kissed her forehead.
"Comfortable?" he asked.
"Very," she giggled.
"Plans today?"
"Enjoying your company," she answered, kissing his chest.
Harry turned over, getting on top of her and cupped her face, kissing her intensively. She responded with the same intensity, putting her arms around his neck. She loved the feeling of his arms all around her, his caresses….
"I love it when you're mine, `Mione," he whispered, attacking her neck once more.
"Well Harry, I'm here with you, and I'm planning to stay that way," she breathed.
"I love you `Mione." Harry claimed her lips once more.
"Oh Harry…"
****
"Holly hell!" Hermione jumped from bed like she had seen Voldemort without his cloak, unaware that she was being watched.
"Good morning," Fleur greeted her, brushing her hair.
"Wait a minute, what time is it?" Hermione asked, not bothering to greet her friend back.
" Did you ave a bad dream?" Fleur grinned. Hermione squeaked, but didn't speak.
What did you think? The only bad part was I had to wake up. Stop it!
"Oh Harry?" Fleur quoted her. "Zat's sweet Erm."
"You heard?"
"Crookshanks `eard too." Hermione turned to find her cat happily asleep, "Oopsy, I guess not."
"Yeah well, it was just a dream. Excuse me." Hermione got up, crabbing her clothes and making her way to the shower, but Fleur's words held her still to her spot.
"Are you sure?"
"What are you implying?" Hermione asked, but didn't face her.
"You tell me. Ze way I see it, you can't look at me because you're red as a tomato and
your eyes are sparkling, am I right?" Hermione didn't answer. Instead, she took her robe and entered the bathroom. "Oh, and don't forget `ze cold shower!"
"Go to hell!"
"Come wiz me!"
"Hate you!"
"Tell `zat to Harry!" That definitely shut Hermione up.
She came out of the bathroom when Fleur had already left. She put on lilac robes and performed a drying spell on her hair, combing it into a ponytail. She finalized her routine with a look at herself in the mirror, noticing her heart was still pounding hard and fast.
"Stop it! This is Harry, damn it! Stupid, idiot, imbecile, Potter! " But as her mouth pronounced Harry's name, butterflies formed in her stomach and her heart pounded even faster as her mind formed the thought that had been eating her heart out. Who will notice me if I get my way." "Relax!" she commanded herself, dismissing the obscene image from her mind and picking her books.
She wasn't hungry, so she figured to just grab a pumpkin juice and head to the library. She opened the door, ready to leave…
"Good morning Hermione."
Hermione instantly jumped and dropped her books at the mention of her name. Once the fright passed, her gaze crossed with a pair of emerald green eyes. The ones she dreaded and longed to see at the same time.
What is happening to me?
Well, wasn't the dream obvious?
Shut up!
"H…Harry, hello," she cleared her throat, bending to pick her fallen books.
"I'll get them," Harry offered.
"No you won't! I mean, no thank you," she said as casually as she could.
"You okay?"
"Fine. You wanted something?"
"Actually, Dumbledore wants us to see him at his office tonight. You do remember where it is, don't you?"
"South passage at the Astronomy Tower."
"9:00."
"9:00 p/m?" Hermione's eyes widened. Being with Harry at night in the Astronomy Tower…
"Of course."
"Okay then," Hermione squeaked. She noticed that Harry didn't move his eyes off her. "What? Is there something in my clothes?"
"No, nothing. I'll see you in a while." Hermione cleared her throat once more and gave him a thin smile, making her way through the hallway. Once she was out of sight, Harry finished his sentence, " In your room."
****
"The first task is next week, so those dragons have to be here by then, you got that?" Oliver requested, filling some parchments.
"No problem Oliver," answered a happy Hagrid.
"I knew I could count on you Hagrid," Oliver smiled broadly.
"What's with you? You won a Quidditch game?"
"Oh? No, why?"
"You never smile. And you never wear black robes, unless we make you do it."
"My girlfriend likes them."
"What? Girlfriend? Have I died and gone to paradise?" Hagrid gave him an amused look.
" No such luck," Oliver grinned again, patting Hagrid on the shoulder. "I'll tell you later. Have to go." He picked up some books, a parchment, and a dozen of red roses while he made his way for the door.
"Who's the lucky girl?" Hagrid asked.
"Fleur," he said, closing the door.
"Fleur? As in the French?" Hagrid thought. That was weird to be sure. But he didn't care as long as Oliver was happy.
****
"Artemise, stay still!" Fleur commanded, putting the reigns on her unicorn, or trying more likely, but Artemise kept on neighing. "What's wiz you?" Fleur asked, but then, hands seized her waist as a very familiar pair of lips gave her a kiss on the cheek. "I see your point," Fleur smiled to her unicorn, turning around and placing her arms around Oliver's neck. "I `zink she `as taken a liking to you."
"Can't blame her. I'm irresistible," Oliver grinned.
"Ey!" Fleur hit him playfully.
"Wait! You didn't let me finish. But I'm just yours."
"Good boy," Fleur whispered, kissing him passionately. He took hold of her by her hips and pulled her closer against him. But Artemise neighed once again, making them stop. "I `zink she wants you to ride her."
"Yeah, well, it'll have to be later. Have to take care of some Tournament business first. But I promise I'll make it up to you," Oliver whispered, kissing her neck.
"You better. Don't make any plans for tonight."
"Yeah? Why is that?" Oliver grinned maliciously.
"Figure it out," she responded, taking him by his robes and giving him another breathtaking kiss before mounting her unicorn and taking off.
Oliver sighed. For the first time, he really loved someone. He smiled as he noticed that the roses were in still in his hands. He had to stop by her room anyway, right?
****
Harry was sitting in his bed, his face buried in his hands while Hedwig was pecking his cheek.
"What do I do, Hedwig?" he whined. Hedwig screeched her reply. "Yeah, I know it's the only way to remove the spell, but what if…"
"Harry!" Ron appeared, making him close his mouth instantly.
"Hi Ron," Harry greeted him gloomily.
"What's with your mood?"
"Bad sleep."
"What a shame. So, figure anything out on Hermione?"
"What makes you think I have?" Harry tensed up suddenly.
"I'm just asking."
At this statement, Hedwig screeched and pointed her beak at the clock.
"Sorry, I have to go Ron, "Harry said in an exasperated tone, fixing his robes and putting his cloak on.
"Where are you going?"
"I'll see you later," Harry answered and gulped. He was off to the Astronomy Tower.
****
"Is that understood?" Dumbledore asked. Hermione and Harry looked at him. They couldn't keep themselves still in their chairs, both drowned in their own thoughts as to pay any attention whatsoever. "Hermione?"
"Um? Oh, yes. Got it," she affirmed.
"Harry?" Dumbledore asked again. Harry jumped from his seat.
"What?"
"I'm just asking…"
"Oh, sure professor, I got it."
"That will be all," Dumbledore finished. Hermione got up in a flash and left. Harry
cleared his throat and was about to follow when he was stopped. "Harry?"
"Yes Professor?"
"Is everything all right?"
"Fine. Absolutely great."
He got out to find out that Hermione had already disappeared He sighed and made his way downstairs. He knew what he had to do. And if he had been paying attention to details instead of little Harry's mission, he would have noticed that Hermione didn't seem like herself when influenced with the spell today.
A/N: Sorry! But I'll update soon! Cliffies are the only way to keep you reading! Thank you for your wonderful reviews! You keep me going; you guys are so nice! I answered them, so check it out! `Till next time!
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