The Amonrae Spell

Chapter 21: Uncloaked

"You slept with Hermione!"

"Well, I didn't..." Harry stammered.

"You didn't or you did! You just said you did!" Ron barked.

"Now, Weasley..." Oliver tried to cut in.

"Nobody got you into this Quidditch freak!" Ron spat.

"Ron, it isn't what it looks like," Harry tried to explain.

"Oh? Then, what is it? Did you sleep with her or not?"

"Excuse me, Oliver." Hermione's voice interrupted her best friends' argument as she

came in with a bunch of books, apparently addressed to the coordinator of the Triwizard Tournament.

Harry buried his face in his hands. Thing couldn't possibly get worse. He was wrong. Very wrong indeed.

"Herm, not now," Oliver tried to whisper, but Ron was in no mood to let her off the hook just yet..

"Hermione!" Ron shouted angrily.

" What's wrong? Lower your tone of voice with me Ron," Hermione said coolly.

"I won't! I deserve an explanation!" Ron kept on shouting.

"Explanation?" asked Hermione, kind of lost. That was before she saw Harry's and Oliver's frustrated faces.

"Leave her out of this Ron. She didn't..."

"Stuff it Potter!" Ron shut him up.

"Hey! Ron, what's the matter with you?" Hermione asked, her temper rising. Something was going on and she was going to get to the bottom of this. If only she knew what it was...

"You know Herm, that's an excellent question. Maybe you could answer it for me," Ron voice had turned dangerously calm.

"Ron, don't..." Harry pleaded.

"Try me," Hermione challenged before catching a glimpse of Oliver signaling her to shut up.

"So, 'Mione', what did you do last night?" Ron asked as casually as he could.

"Sorry?" Hermione stammered. Oops.

"You know, last night, in your dear old bed. She was in her bed, wasn't she?" Ron

looked at Harry.

"I don't know what you mean," Hermine kept on stammering.

"Hermione, this is simple, what were you doing in your room last night?" Ron

asked, kind of exasperated by now.

"Uh, sleeping?" Hermione's face was turning pale. She knew perfectly well what

she had done.

"Really? Are you sure you slept?" Ron asked. His statement succeeded in intimidating her more.

"What do you think one does in one's bed at night Ron!" Hermione spat, her tone of voice rising.

"You tell me. A lot of things can happen at midnight."

Suddenly, Hermione was startled by the sound of Harry's body falling again, but remained composed, which isn't something we could say for Ron. He looked at Harry and his face turned red with anger.

" So it's true!"

"What is?" Hermione couldn't seem to stop shrieking, maybe a nervousness effect.

"You slept with Harry, didn't you Hermione?" Hermione's face was rid of all possible color as her books collapsed on the floor.

"Well Ron, it's not quite what it seems," she managed to squeak. At this point, Harry was hiding behind the Quidditch trunk.

"Harry, you idiot! Get up!" Oliver commanded in a whisper.

"It's not? Did you like it?" Ron asked once more.

"I beg your pardon?" Hermione was outraged The nerve!

"You know, did you enjoy being his?" Ron clarified in a sarcastic tone.

"Uh...I...." By now, Hermione didn't know where to put herself.

" You did," Ron said triumphantly.

"I certainly don't have to answer that to you!" Hermione smacked him.

"Why don't you leave her alone Ron? Now you know what we did. Whether she liked it or not is my business to find out, don't you think?" Harry's voice came out like a block of ice. He was getting tired of this. Maybe he did want Hermione, so what?

After hearing this, Ron literally prepared to jump on top of Harry. He just wanted to punch him, right there, right then

"Oh, no, don't do that... No need to use violence," Oliver whispered. . But it didn't help.

"I'll get you Potter!" Ron threatened, taking him by his robes. It was as far as he was allowed to get however.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you Ron," Hermione threatened back, pointing her wand directly at him.

"Uh?" Both Harry and Oliver were stunned.

"Oh? Got your girlfriend to protect you now Potter?" Ron was out of himself.

But so was Harry. He was just tired of Ron mocking Hermione, so he threw the first punch, breaking Ron's lip in the process. When Ron was going to punch him back, Hermione took action. She too, was out of herself, or else she would have known what she was about to do.

"Actio Harry!" she summoned. This resulted on Harry flying and landing on top of her, right in the cold floor. Ron was shocked. And there's no point that can describe how Harry was.

"I should've known. It's always you Potter! You always get what I want!"

"You forget something Ron. What about what I want?" Hermione spoke again, this time in a calm tone of voice.

"What the...?" Harry thought. What the hell was wrong with her?

"I'm sorry Hermione, what do YOU want?" asked Ron, daring her to kiss him. It was just what was left to do. "What? Don't tell me you're going to kiss him now. Go ahead. Make my day."

Harry was pale. What was Hermione up to? But to his surprise, Hermione took his neck and brushed her lips against his in a brief kiss. But right after they tore apart, one look at his eyes made her catch his lips again in a more passionate embrace. Mind you, Harry returned it with the same intensity, which left her quite shocked.

Once they did tear apart, she gave him a thin smile. But he wanted another kiss from her, so he lowered his head yet again.

"You'll pay for that Potter! Hermione's mine!" Ron screamed, but just as he pulled his wand out, Professor Snape entered.

Harry got up instantly, and offered his hand to Hermione, who didn't take it.

"What is all that screaming I hear? If I didn't know better I'd say..." Snape smiled maliciously. He was eager to extract points from Gryffindor.

"Professor," Oliver addressed him.

"Wood? Do I hold you responsible for this?"

"Of what? We were just practicing a play for the Student Council. You know, for the holidays," Hermione commented.

"Right. That's the screaming you heard," Harry added. Hermione had quite a way of improvising at the last minute.

"Play?" Snape asked again, indifference in his voice tone.

"Yeah, well, they are pretty identified with their characters," Oliver explained, smiling, when inside, he was sweating. "One just has to let them."

"Quite. I'm watching you Potter." Your role as pretty, poor, lonely Head Boy is something I will never buy," with these final words, Snape finally left.

"Ahem!" Hermione cleared her throat, " I guess I can go too. See you Oliver Oh, and those books are for you. Minister Fudge sent them for the Tournament." Hermione composed herself and was about to leave, when she took Harry by his robes. He didn't expect this, and took her by the waist to avoid a fall. . She kept quiet, though tense, and exited the locker room.

****

Hermione let go of her green eyed friend and cleared her throat once again.

"Sorry about that Harry."

But he just couldn't resist his urge any more and took her by her shoulders, getting her closer to him. She gasped and put her hands on his chest to maintain what little distance she could.

"I'm not," Harry confessed, leaning closer to her, his intense stare focused on her moist lips.

"What?" she tried to whisper, but her eyes were already closing, her lips parting to let his mouth in.

"Ey!" Fleur's voice sounded in Hermione's ears. She was dressed in baby blue robes and had her hair brushed into a high pony tail.

"Hi," Hermione smiled, getting out of Harry's embrace.

"Am I missing somezing 'ere? Did I interrupt you?" Fleur frowned.

"Interrupt what?" Hermione said naturally and Harry sighed. Things were back to normal.

"In zat case itz okay zen. So, where's my Quidditch boy?" Fleur grinned broadly.

"Looking for me?" Oliver circled his arms around her waist.

" 'Zere you are! I've been searching 'igh and low!" Fleur whined in protest.

" Why? Did you miss me?" Oliver grinned.

"Where were you?"

"Inspecting some Quidditch matters."

"I'm not surprised," Fleur scoffed.

"What?"

"Well, are you too busy to spend time wiz your girlfriend now?"

"Let's see..."

"Come on Oliver, enough Quidditch for one day," Fleur said seductively.

Oliver grinned once more and rest assured, they were gone in a flash.

Hermione glanced by her side, hoping to be on time to catch that last thought on Harry's mind. But he was gone.

She sighed exasperatedly and hit the floor with her boot. She wanted to kiss him so badly. She hit her head against the wall. She couldn't be in love with Harry Potter, her friend. He was sweet, but he was still Harry, the one who was so thick that she had to end up saving his ass every year, just Harry Potter. But her heart told her quite the contrary. Things had changed after last night. She had given herself completely to him, had thrown herself in his arms. And that...certainly hadn't been an act.

If only she had known that Harry was frustrating over the exact same thing, all the way from the boy's dormitory.

It's Tearing up my heart

When I'm with you

But when we are apart

I feel it too

And no matter what I do

I feel the pain

With or without you

Hey

Baby, I don't understand

Just why we can't be lovers

Things are getting out of hand

Trying too much

But baby we can win

Let it go

If you want me girl

Let me know

I am down, on my knees

I can't take it anymore

It's tearing up my heart

When I'm with you

But when we are apart

I feel it too

And no matter what I do

I feel the pain

With or without you

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, all right

Baby, don't misunderstand

What I'm trying to tell you

In the corner of my mind

Baby, it feels like we're running out of time

Let it go

If you want me girl

Let me know

I am down, on my knees

I can't take it anymore

It's tearing up my heart

When I'm with you

But when we are apart

I feel it too

And no matter what I do

I feel the pain

With or without you

Tearing up my heart and soul

We're apart I feel it too

And no matter what I do

I feel the pain

With or without you

It's tearing up my heart

When I'm with you

But when we are apart

I feel it too

And no matter what I do

I feel the pain

With or without you

And no matter what I do

I feel the pain

With or without you