The Amonrae Spell

Chapter 20: Feelings you just can't hide

"Pardon me?"

"There wasn't any spell. Snape's potion protected me against it. So, there never

was one."

"There wasn't a spell? But then, how did you...?"

" I pretended."

"You were....acting?"

"It started that way."

"Why would you pretend about such a matter, 'Mione? Why the hell would you make that up? All of that was an act?" Harry couldn't believe it

"Well, it started out as fun...but..."

"Fun? Oh. Well, in that case... you were just having some fun?"

"Harry, let me explain...."

"No, it's not necessary. Fun, an act. That's just fine, Hermione, buddy, pal, friend. Then, jeez, about last night..."

"Harry, I..."

"I'm sorry I, you know..."

"You are?"

"What?"

"Hey!" Just what Harry needed, Ron coming by.

"I'll see you later, Hermione." Harry stood up.

"Harry, wait!" But he already had exited the Great Hall.

"So, 'Mione, how are you today?" Ron stretched his arm around her.

"Not in the mood to talk Ron. I'll see you." Hermione stood up, taking Snape's potion to her mouth and drinking it in two seconds, "Spell's over Ronald. So quit your flirting, will you?" Hermione requested, leaving the Great Hall.

At some point, she wished the spell 'd taken place. That way, Harry wouldn't be so

cold with her. But she couldn't blame him; it was her fault.

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"She was acting? How could she do that? Acting? Was this funny?" Harry thought angrily.

But then, he thought about last night. How she had responded to his kisses, how she had caressed him back passionately. Suddenly, he found himself breathing fast, and his heart didn't seem to slow down. Why was this happening? There was only one conclusion; he had liked being with her. He had loved her kisses, her intense response to him. He sighed. Was he in love? With Hermione? Well, there was one thing for sure; he still wanted her.

"What the hell...!"

"Harry, hello," Oliver greeted. Harry jumped and the Quidditch trunk, which he was inspecting, fell on top of him. "My God, are you well?" Oliver took the trunk off him.

"Great," Harry mumbled.

"You know, it doesn't take a genius to notice that something is bothering you. We have been friends long enough. Care to share? I can tell it's women problems."

" You know, you have changed a lot since you're with Fleur," Harry noticed, smiling.

"Well, what can I say? But we are not talking about me."

"It's Hermione."

"Herm? What about her?"

"She was acting."

"Pardon me?"

"You know how she was acting a little weird lately."

"Throwing herself at you? Yeah, I noticed."

"She was just acting!"

" I don't get you, Harry."

"She was supposed to be under a spell, or so I thought. But I saw Draco do it! He

said Amonrae!"

"Harry, your point is?" Oliver was still puzzled.

"My point is she wasn't! And I...sort of...slept with her last night."

"You what?"

"But just to remove the spell!"

"Harry, what kind of spell removes itself by sleeping with someone?"

"That one?"

" What did she do?"

" She took it quite well. Well, she wasn't so frisky at first, but we all know how Hermione is!" Oliver bit his lip and crossed his arms, clearing his throat.

"Let me guess, you slept with her to reverse the spell but later on, it became everything but an antidote for the spell. Is that it?"

"Yes," he squeaked.

"Do you still want her?"

"How do you know?!"

"Ooh, boy. Are you in trouble!. Question is, how does she feel about you?"

"She was just acting! What does that tell you?!" Harry temper sat on edge once again

"Herm is not like that, Harry."

" She'll never see me like that, Oliver. Besides, Ron wants her."

"So what? Who did she sleep with? That's got to mean something."

" What?!"

Both Oliver and Harry jumped at the scream., their faces changing dramatically in color.

"Ron..."