Okay, here's the chapter you all been waiting for. Although the real fun comes afterwards. Somebody asked me if this shouldn't be higher; well, I am not that graphic. I just imply, so it is still safe PG-13. Sorry if that disappoints some of you, but I prefer to work on the real plot instead that on PWP. Thanks for the reviews, and I'll do my best to reply this week; I just thought you would prefer an update more than an answer.
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Caroline
Chapter 14: Reversing the Spell
"Fleur?" Oliver asked, clearly amused.
He had just gotten out of the bathroom in his burgundy colored robe, to find the heater already turned on, and just one lamp illuminating his room; the one that was next to bed. He found his breathtaking girlfriend settled there, sitting in his very own bed, which was already prepared for his good night's sleep. But what turned him the most was her position. She was just sitting there, her back against a pillow, dressed in a black nightgown, her hair brushed to her waist.
"Finally `ere?" she smiled and stopped filing her nails.
"Wow," was the only statement that his moth could form at the moment.
"I couldn't help but notice `zat you do like what you see," Fleur put her arms around his wet neck, "Still wet, I see. You'll be dry in a minute," she whispered seductively, taking off his robe to reveal his black boxers, while kissing his chest.
He lifted her chin and kissed her intensively, taking her to his bed. She returned his kisses with equal amount of passion as turned off the lamp, making a path to her neck. From this moment on, she was just his.
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"Harry? What are you doing here? It's after midnight. Did you lose something?" Hermione asked, unable to keep her voice steady. There was something in his eyes that she had never seen before, yet couldn't decipher.
She held Crookshanks in front of her, an automatic defense mechanism, while the feline hissed at Harry. Suffice to say, the orange cat had never liked Harry very much, for the simple fact that he never gave him his share of attention when he purred in the common room.
"I did. But I'm about to get it back," he replied, getting closer to her. Hermione immediately backed away from the door, gesture which, Harry assumed, invited him in.
"Well, what did you lose?" Hermione squeaked. Things were getting more awkward by the minute. Not to mention, she didn't like the prospect of him seeing her in her pink bathrobe and cat slippers.
"Is Fleur here?" he asked casually, never taking his eyes off her.
"N…no. She's with Oliver. But…she could come back any minute," she added hastily as she witnessed Harry's emerald green eyes darken. Or was it the light?
" I don't think so. Two hours good enough for you?" he asked her as he began taking off his robes.
"For what?" she asked, putting more distance between them. Harry scoffed. Where was she going with this? Now she was playing hard to get?
"Don't start Hermione, let's just get it over with." He stepped towards her once more.
"Get…what over with? Harry, what are you talking about? "she inquired
impatiently, putting the cat between them once again as she got cornered into a
wall trying maintain distance between her and her best friend's embrace.
"Get rid of the cat, `Mione," he requested, taking Crookshanks and throwing him into the Head Girl's bathroom.
"Why? Harry, what's the matter with you?"
"You're certainly strange today," he responded, trying to take her by her waist.
"I am? " Harry just sighed and got her closer to him. "What are you doing?!"
"Didn't you say you wanted me? Well, now you can have me and you're complaining? What's with you now?" He started to take off his shirt.
"What? Harry, if this is about the spell…" she stammered.
"Strange how you're not throwing yourself at me like the last couple of days," he said sarcastically, starting to take off the knits that tied her robe.
"Oh, no, no Harry. Listen, about the spell, I…"
"Shh," Harry silenced her with a kiss, licking her lips teasingly, but sensually.
Hermione's heart pounded fast. She found out, that she did want him and her body automatically got closer to his. But her mind got in the way and she broke it faster than the speed of light.
"Harry, don't," she breathed. She couldn't do this, not if he still believed she was under the spell. This was definitely not part of the plan. She just wanted to have fun. And it looked like the fun was over.
"Kiss me back, `Mione," he commanded, taking her lips again.
She moaned, and her mouth opened in his, unable to refuse his tender assault. Her arms took him by his neck, her senses gone now. He accessed her neck, taking off her robe, and lifting her in his arms, her body hitting the softness of the bed.
"Just the spell, the spell, "his mind kept telling him, but Harry's thoughts had lost all reason.
Hermione was the only thing he cared about right this minute, and he found out, that he wanted her, despite the reasons behind this night.
Hermione succumbed to Harry's requests and responded passionately to his caresses, kissing him with intense passion. Just for the spell, he kept saying, but at the end, was this sole purpose really true?
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Harry sighed as he opened his eyes in the middle of the dark night, to find Hermione on top of his chest, her arms still around his neck, fast asleep. He had her wrapped in his embrace and he could feel her every breath.
He looked at Hermione's bedside table watch. It was 4:00 a/m. He had been asleep at least an hour and a half after being there nearly four hours. He sighed again, remembering the events that had taken place in the last hours. He had slept with his best friend. But just to remove the spell, that was the one and only reason. He wouldn't do it ever again.
As he reminded himself this purpose, his heart still pounded fast; he had liked being by Hermione's side. She was so beautiful and the way she….
"Knock it off!" he told himself.
After all, it was just to remove the spell. In less than two hours, Hermione would wake up like her old self again, and they would be best friends once more, just friends. Well, what else was she supposed to be? She would never see him like that. Besides, Ron wanted her and he knew it. He was determined not to get between them. This was the first and last night that she would be his.
He took his arms away from her, and put her on her side of the bed, getting out of it in the process without waking her up. He put his clothes on and the covers on her. But before leaving, he couldn't resist giving her a kiss, even if it was on the cheek. Mind you, she didn't even notice. She just moaned and continued sleeping.
The night was over, time to get back to reality. He entered into his dorm and sank onto the bed, still dressed. Sleep wouldn't come to him though, for Hermione kept appearing in his thoughts.
Finally, he fell into a troubled sleep at 5:00 a/m. One hour later, Ron would wake him up.
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