The Amonrae Spell

Chapter 12: Seductive Flirting

" Harry Potter. Potter Harry," Hermione said playing with a lock of her hair when 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. She was seating in the couch next to the fire with her legs crossed. "Did I miss out a name?" she asked seductively, looking at him.

"James," he gulped.

"Oh James," she whispered, standing up and taking him by his shirt.

"Yes," he said, taking his shirt away from her hands, " Where is everybody?"

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

"Practice?" he gulped again.

"Of course. The "Actio" summon. That's what you wanted to work on yesterday wasn't it?" she replied 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, do you feel good? Are you sure you're all right?"

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

"Ahem! Actio-book!" he summoned, trying to get one of her books, but as a result of being too nervous, all he did was throw 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, and got behind him. She put her left hand on his stomach, making him stop breathing, and grasped Harry's wand hand with her right.

" 'Mione, what are you doing?"

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

At this statement, Harry stayed still as a stone, his heart on his throat.

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

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

"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? Hermione, listen to me, you..."

"If you are having problems concentrating, I can help you out." Hermione put her hands on his shoulders.

"Mione..."

"Relax Harry, clear your mind," she whispered, massaging his shoulders. The only problem was that Harry couldn't concentrate with her around. He kept feeling nervous. "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.

"Whatever are you talking about Harry?" she 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 playfully.

Harry took her hand and strolled her behind him. Hermione couldn't stop laughing inside. He was buying every word. She was having the fun of a lifetime, so far.

Chapter 13: Finally Mine

"Dobby, bring me some coffee, will you?" asked an exhausted Oliver.

"But master Wood hates coffee," Dobby replied.

"Coffee!" he exclaimed, scaring the house elf.

"Right away, master Wood," the elf bowed and retired.

Oliver buried himself in his chair. He hadn't slept at all. But last night had been so...

"Don't, don't, don't!" he told himself, pounding his head against his desk.

Simultaneously, a head pocked in the fireplace.

"Wake up Wood!" Oliver immediately jumped from his seat.

"Prof. Snape? What?"

"Madame Hooch informed me that one of the hoops was broken. She wanted to see if you could repair it. Since you don't have anything more to do than to hang out in your office," he said sarcastically.

"Sure."

Snape disappeared shortly. Dressed up in jeans and a gray sweater, Oliver came out of his office just when Dobby was bringing the coffee.

"Your coffee, master Wood," the elf said.

"Ugh! Throw that away. It makes me nauseous," Oliver contradicted and went his way, leaving the house-elf quite confused.

Oliver put his cloak on. It was quite cold outside, due to the fact that Christmas was coming. He went to the Quidditch field, only to find that the hoops were up and standing.

" What the..."

"Going somewhere?"

Oliver turned around to find Fleur leaned against one of the hoops. She looked breathtaking. She had black jeans and a magenta sweater, accompanied by her baby blue cloak. Her hair was brushed smoothly to her waist.

"But wasn't this..."

"It takes me by surprise 'ow many 'zings one can do wiz a twirl of one's wand," Fleur said seductively, twirling her own wand.

" You fixed it?"

"I did. Going to do somezing about it?"

"Thanks?"

" You know, I 'ave learned some ozer amazing tricks wiz my wand too. Want to see?"

" Pardon me?"

"Oui, like 'ze Actio summon. It allows anyzing I want to come to me. I'm really anxious to test it." Fleur smiled, staring at him.

"Wait a minute, you're not..."

"Actio Oliver!"

At Fleur's command, Oliver literally flew to her, making her land on the grass, her arms locked around his neck.

"Uh, Fleur..." Oliver stammered.

"My, my. I didn't realize it could work so well," she whispered, looking at him.

" Fleur, let go..."

" 'Ad fun last night. But it was quite cold, wouldn't you say?"

"Sure, but..."

"Kind of like 'ze grass beneaz me. You 'zink you could do somezing about it?" she asked him seductively, passing her hand through his chest.

"Sure! No problem! I'll just stand up and then, I'll help you get up, so we can..."

"Not quite what I 'ad in mind."

"Sorry?"

"Shut up and kiss me Oliver," Fleur whispered, putting her arms around his neck again to bring him closer, brushing her lips against his.

He returned the kiss simultaneously, caressing her face while the kiss deepened. He just didn't want to let go of her. Fleur didn't mind this. After all, wands had to be good for something, right?