The Amonrae Spell

Chapter 14: Figuring it Out

"Harry, would you let go?" Hermione sighed, exasperated.

"Not until we get you that antidote!" he spat back.

He was out of himself. He promised himself to kill Draco after all this was over. Hermione was driving him nuts. But then again, she was so seductively beautiful....No! This wasn't the

Hermione he knew and he wasn't going to rest until he had gotten his old friend back.

"Harry! And where are you two going?" Ron intercepted them, " Hermione, just the

woman I wanted to see," he said, trying to caress her shoulder, which she got out from his grasp instantaneously.

"Ronald, don't you have something better to do?" she asked angrily. Suddenly she sounded like herself again.

"Is that an invitation?" Ron replied with a twinge of excitement.

"Ron! Do yourself a favor and do not rage your hormones in front of me," Hermione responded distantly.

"We were going now. Excuse us," Harry tried to avoid him. He was afraid that Hermione would kill his friend anytime now.

"Where are you heading?" Ron asked casually.

"That's kind of personal," Hermione replied, taking Harry's arm.

"Snape's classroom. Antidote, " Harry answered, clearing his throat.

"Oh Harry, where's your sense of fun?" Hermione said seductively.

"I can take her. Snape doesn't like you very much," Ron offered while staring at Hermione intently.

"Funny. He doesn't seem to like you either," Hermione replied distantly once more.

"He likes you least of all Hermione, so don't start talking," Ron pointed

out.

"That's why I'm not going," Hermione affirmed, smiling.

"Oh yes you are! If it's the last thing I do," said a determined Harry.

"Is that really the last thing you would want to do with me? Think about it," she went back to the seductive tone.

"Oy vey," Harry protested. This was getting a little out of hand.

"I'll come..." started Ron.

"No you won't..." argued Hermione.

"What? You can't bear to see me because you're into me?" Ron asked.

"In your dreams Weasley."

"Ron..."

Harry tried to interfere, but it only caused Ron to begin arguing with him instead, neither of them paying any attention to Hermione whatsoever. Not wasting this opportunity, Hermione tiptoed and got out of their sight.

She didn't like when her friends argued, mind you, about her. But she was still having the time of her life, or so she thought.

She caught sight of Oliver and Fleur while heading into the hallway.. It would had looked normal, if it wasn't for the tiny fact that they were never together, due to Oliver's excess nervousness around her and that they were...holding hands? And that was not all. She was resting her head on his shoulder while they smiled and talked in whispered voices.

"Hey, you two." Hermione smiled at them.

"E you," Fleur answered, never taking her head off Oliver's shoulder.

"Herm, what's with the clothes?" Oliver asked, mildly surprised.

"Oh, I just decided to dress up," Hermione replied

"That's dressing up?" Oliver asked.

"I'll explain later," Fleur, said to her boyfriend. Her boyfriend. She liked the sound

of that .

"I'll see you guys in a while. Getting away from Harry there." Hermione grinned again.

"You sure 'zat's what you want to do?" Fleur asked in sarcasm, but a mildly concerned tone could also be detected on the Veela's voice.

"Look who's talking. So Oliver, she finally got you?" Hermione asked mischeviously.

"Go away," he smiled.

Hermione returned the gesture and went her way. As for Oliver and Fleur, they intercepted Ron and Harry, who were now arguing because Hermione had gotten away.

"Look what you did!" Harry shouted.

"I did? You were the one who..."

"Yeah right..."

"Guys!" Fleur interrupted. "Problem?"

" Hermione. She's under a spell and I don't know how to get it out of her!" Harry complained.

"Amonrae?" Fleur asked. Harry nodded.

"What's that?" asked Oliver estranged.

" 'Arry, let's talk," Fleur instructed.

"If it's about Hermione, I want to hear it," Ron protested.

"Excuse us 'oney, " Fleur requested to a confused-looking Oliver.

"Fine, but only because I have a Quidditch book I want to read," Oliver answered. Fleur put her arms around his neck and got closer to him. Only this time he wasn't so nervous. She gave her a breathtaking kiss and smiled.

"I'll catch you later," she whispered.

"Can't wait," he answered, gave her another kiss and left, taking Ron with him, who was muttering protests.

"Come wiz me," Fleur eyed him seriously as they made their way toward the Gryffindor tower.

Chapter 15: What?

Harry and Fleur sat down in the common room. She crossed her legs and looked at him.

"What?" he asked.

" Are you sure 'Ermione is under 'zat spell?" Fleur asked him, knowing fully the answer.

"You mean you haven't noticed anything different about her?"

"Yes I 'ave, but..."

"Well! You know how the spell is. 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."

"It could be Ron."

"Cut the crap 'Arry. She 'ates Ron. I'm not surprised zough. Well, in 'zat case, you..."

"What?"

" '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."