The Amonrae Spell

Chapter 17: Reversing the Spell

"Fleur?" Oliver asked, amused.

He had just got 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 sleep. She was just sitting there, her back against a pillow, dressed in a black nightgown, her hair brushed to her waist.

"Finally here?" she smiled and stopped paying attention to her nails.

"Wow." He took the time to admire her physique.

"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. I'll dry you in a minute," she whispered seductively, taking off his robe to reveal his black boxers, and kissing his chest.

He lifted her chin and kissed her intensively, taking her to his bed. She returned his kisses and caressed his chest. He then, 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?" asked Hermione nervously, holding Crookshanks in front of her, who scoffed at Harry.

"I did. But I'm about to get it back," he said, getting closer to her. Hermione immediately got away from the door. At this gesture, he entered to her room.

"Well, what did you lose?" Hermione squeaked. Mind you, she didn't like him seeing her in her pink robe.

"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."

"No, 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.

"Don't start Hermione, let's just get it over with," he said, getting towards her once more.

"Get...what over with? Harry, what the hell are you talking about? " she replied impatiently, putting the cat between them, for she had just being cornered into a wall.

" Get rid of the cat, 'Mione, " he protested, throwing Crookshanks to the bathroom.

"Why? Harry, what's with you?"

"You're certainly strange today," he said, trying to take her by her waist.

"I am? " Harry sighed and got her closer to him. "What are you doing?!"

" Didn't you say you wanted me? Well, you have me and now 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," he said sarcastically, taking off the knits that tied her robe.

"Oh, no, no Harry. Listen, about the spell, I..."

" Shh., Harry took her mouth in his, 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, before she broke the kiss.

"Harry, don't," she breathed.

"Kiss me back, 'Mione," he commanded, taking her lips again.

She moaned, and her mouth opened in his, her arms took him by his neck, her senses gone now. He kissed her neck, taking off her robe, and lifting her in his arms, putting her in bed.

"Just the spell, the spell, " his mind told him, but his mind had lost all thoughts.

Hermione was the only thing he cared about right this minute, and he found out, that he wanted her too. Hermione succumbed to Harry's requests and responded passionately to his caresses, kissing him with intense passion. Just for the spell, he said. But at the end, was it really true?

Harry sighed, opening his eyes in the middle of the dark night, to find that Hermione was on top of his chest, her arms still around his neck, fast asleep. He had her wrapped in his arms 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 and had been there nearly four hours. He sighed again, remembering the events that had taken place in the last three 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. His heart was still pounding 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. Yeah, 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 from her, and put her on her side of the bed, getting out of it. He put his clothes on and put 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 his room and sank onto the bed, still dressed. But he couldn't sleep, 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.