The Amonrae Spell

Chapter 9: A Fun Plan

"'Erm? Aren't you supposed to be wiz 'Arry now?" asked Fleur a little worried. It wasn't like Hermione to skip commitments, she thought, putting a black sweater on.

"I am, but Harry sent me right back. He said I need to rest," Hermione answered sarcastically.

"Sorry?" Fleur asked. She noticed Hermione a little different, " 'Ermione, are you

all right?"

"Oh fine. Fleur, what does the Amonrae spell do?" she said while flipping through as many books as she had, which was a lot. "It isn't in my books."

"Amonrae? Itz quite 'ze spell really. Itz supposed to make you like, no 'zat's not ze right word, INFATUATE, yes that sounds better, yourself wiz your best friend, but it also can turn you into a whole different person. Take you for example, even if you were in love wiz someone, you'd never tell 'im. In contrast, 'ze spell would make you 'zrow yourself at 'im. Put it 'zis way, you'd never rest until you 'ad slept wiz 'im," Fleur explained, while she finished putting her baby blue cloak around her shoulders..

"Really?" asked Hermione, playing with one curl of her hair.

"Yes. Why so curious?"

"Oh, no reason. I just think it's time to change things a bit, that's all."

"Pardon me? 'Ermione, what's gotten into you?"

"Oh, nothing. Let's just say I'd got tired of playing 'insufferable know it all Granger'."

"What?"

"You know how Harry always comes to me in times of crisis? 'Hermione, this, Hermione, that, I don't know how to do this, Help me do that'."

"'Erm, 'zat's what friends are for."

"Yes, but he never sees me as anybody else but Nerdy Granger, who lives inside a book. He always puts me in second place. Ron, Elizabeth, and Quidditch always come first. What about me? What about what I want?"

"'Ermione, what do you expect 'e'll see you as? You're 'is friend, not 'is love interest. Wait a minute! Are you under 'zat spell? You are, aren't you?"

"See, that's what he thinks. Draco performed the spell on me, but Snape made me drink a protective potion this morning So, I'm immune to spells," Hermione answered with a naughty smile.

"Well, what are you waiting for 'zen? Tell 'im!"

"Why?"

"'Ermione, what exactly are you up to? 'zis isn't really right" Fleur was getting more worried by the minute.

"Come on Fleur, where's your sense of fun? I just want to make him sweat a little."

"I beg your pardon?"

"Oh, you know. He feels so comfortable with me because he knows I always save his ass. I just want to make him think twice."

"'Ermione, 'zat wouldn't be wise..."

"Can I borrow your clothes?"

"Sure, but..."

"Thanks Fleur. I'll take good care of them."

"'Ermione, 'zink about 'zis. Zis isn't a wise plan to carry out. Zese 'zings always go wrong."

"I just want to laugh a little. I haven't done that in months. Nothing more, just fun. Enough about me, where are you going?"

"I'm riding my unicorn."

"You have one? Wow!"

"Oui. 'Er name is Artemise. You're welcome to ride 'er if you want."

"Thanks. But I'll take a rain check."

"Ermione, do 'zink about 'zis. Ze spell doesn't work 'zat way, you always end up..."

"See you in a while Fleur," Hermione went to take a shower.

" REALLY falling for your friend," Fleur sighed, opening the door.

Chapter 10: Artemise

"Artemie, 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. "Artemie, 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. When she arrived.

"Oliver?" .

"Oh, Fleur. What are you doing here at this hour?" he asked, settling his owl in his nest.

"I was going to ride my unicorn. Want to join me?"

"I don't think that would be appropiate. Besides, you should get to bed. It's cold and it's dark."

"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, Roger..." Oliver started to say, but couldn't continue.

"Accélerér!" Fleur shouted, and Artemise ran off as fast as she could, 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 pet.

They were riding fast against the wind and he could feel Fleur's hair 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 that his sweatiness.

"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, getting off 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 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. It was after midnight. Oliver pulled

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 cool! 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, touching 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. No way in hell. He was going to be hers.