The Amonrae Spell

Chapter 11: Surprise!

"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, getting up and yawning. But at the sight of Hermione, she

jumped, all 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 noticed 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 'im

soon 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, and ran off.

"Actually, it's 'Arry who needs 'ze luck," Fleur thought.

"What do I have to do to impress her Harry?" Ron screamed.

Harry spilled his pumpkin juice and looked at him. He had been deeply lost in thought.

"What Ron?".

"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 saw her and jumped from the table. Ron was as still as a stone, just staring at her. She was dressed in a short 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. She looked breathtaking.

" What? You like what you see?" Hermione smiled.

"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, getting closer to her.

But she held her hand up to stop him and said in a rather degrading tone:

"Save it Ronald."

"So Harry," she continued, "Meet me at the common room in five. We need to...

practice a few things," she said, giving a seductive look and took off, moving her

hips.

" 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!