The Amonrae Spell

Chapter 18: Back to Reality

"Mm," Hermione moaned, stretching herself. Her blankets still had Harry's scent, so she automatically stretched her arm to touch him. "Harry?" She opened her eyes, finding his side of the bed empty.

She got up lazily and found herself thinking about last night, about Harry. The way he had kissed her, his caresses.... How he said that now she had him.

Hermione gasped. He had been saying that he was estranged that she wasn't throwing herself at him. Why would she throw herself at him? Why had he slept with her in the first place? Did he like her?

"Oh my God!" Hermione screamed, " He thought I was under the spell! Oh, hell. Now, what will he think of me?" She was afraid that now Harry would think that she was a bitch, that she was just like Ginny, just a whore. "He can't think of me like that!" she thought, but then again, he had said that she wanted him right before he said that she would have him.

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"Harry! Wake up!" Ron threw his books at him.

" 'Mione?" Harry whispered.

"Sorry?" Ron asked. His friend was surely strange today, "Harry!"

"What?!" Harry fell from his bed, sighing when he found out it was just Ron who was with him. "Ron, what do you want?"

"You have class in 15 minutes!"

"Damn it!" Harry got up and showered.

"I'll catch you by breakfast.. Ron left.

Half a second later, Harry came out with black pants and a mauve sweater. He put hunter green robes on and brushed his untidy hair, leaving it equally untidy. He reached for his glasses, but...

"Where the hell are my glasses?" Then he remembered; Hermione had put them under her pillow., which meant she still had them.

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Oliver opened his eyes, to find that Fleur was still asleep in his arms. He looked at his watch and got up, or at least, tried, for Fleur didn't let him. She took him by his shoulders and pulled him back to bed.

"Oh, don't go," she pleaded, kissing his cheek.

"I have to. Have an appointment with my coach today," he said, getting up this

time.

"Quidditch. Always Quidditch. What about me? What about my needs?" she protested, getting up and tossing her hair.

He stopped breathing. She looked absolutely beautiful. She smiled and got close to him, putting her arms around his neck.

"God, you're beautiful," Oliver whispered.

"I know." Fleur started a passionate kiss,; but he broke the kiss in half a

second.

" I'm going to go take a very cold shower," he sighed, grinning.

" Really? Why don't you stay and kiss me instead?" she said seductively, planting soft kisses on his chest, but he got away from her embrace and put his robe on.

"I have to go," he reminded an upset Fleur who had crossed her arms and had a very

grim expression. Oliver did notice something. She looked more beautiful angry.

"Sure, Quidditch! You never 'ave time for me! Itz always Quidditch!" she barked.

"That's not true. I always have time for you." Oliver got close to her. She leaned closer to him and was about to brush his lips, but he gave her a kiss on the forehead instead. "Except now."

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Hermione was combing her hair to her shoulders after dressing in pearl colored robes. She started to make the bed, which still had Harry's scent. Her mind told her that she ought to order her sheets changed, but at the end, she really didn't want to. When she was putting her pillows in order, Fleur came in.

"Bonjour."

"Hello," answered a nervous Hermione. If Fleur only knew what had happened...

"What's wiz you?" Fleur asked, concern in her voice, and picked up her robes for the day.

"Nothing! How was your night?"

"Good. I didn't sleep, but oh well," Fleur smiled maliciously.

"Funny. Neither did I, " Hermione muttered to herself.

"Sorry?"

"Oh, nothing. I was just going," she said and took her books.

"But your pillows are still a mess Erm." Fleur advanced towards her friend's bed.

"Oh, no, no, I'll do it!" Hermione threw all her books to the floor. She wasn't too keen with Fleur to find out about her late night activities with her emerald green best friend.

"Erm, I didn't ,know you used glasses," Fleur shrugged, taking Harry's glasses on her hands.

"What?"

"Isn't 'zis 'Arry's?" Fleur showed her the glasses. With a confused expression, before she got it completely.

"Oh, hell." Hermione buried her face in her hands. She still had Harry's glasses and she had forgotten all about it.

"Want to tell me somezing about last night?"