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Curse of the Eros Potion	By : bigtrw Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 10644 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Curse of the Eros Potion
It was an impossibly; it couldn't be true! Hermione Granger was actually running late for a class! She raced down the hall, heading for Professor McGonagall's classroom. Her arms were full with her books, and she was trying to stuff them into her bag as she ran.
CRASH!
Hermione collided with someone, and she fell back onto the ground.
"Oh gosh, I'm really sorry," she apologized, not seeing who it was right away.
"I don't want your apologies, Mudblood!" Draco Malfoy scowled.
"Don't call me that!" Hermione spat at him as she stood back up.
"My my, aren't we a little bitch today."
"Bloody hell, where's my wand?' she grumbled silently. When she found it, she was going to hex him into next week.
"Take that back, Malfoy, right now!"
Hermione felt her heart leap as she felt a familiar presence come up behind her.
"Well, if it isn't our noble hero? What are you doing here, Potter?"
Harry glared back at his nemesis with no fear in his eyes.
"I said take it back, Malfoy, no one calls Hermione a bitch!"
"How sweet? Protecting your girlfriend are you?"
"She's my best friend, you jerk, and if you don't take it back, you'll live to regret it," he growled angrily.
"You can't touch me, Potter, and you know it." Harry merely smirked.
"I wasn't talking about me—" and he turned to smile at his best friend, "—Hermione will curse you until your hair falls out."
"Don't make me laugh," Malfoy sneered.
What he didn't know was that by now Hermione had found her wand. She snapped it up and put it right between his eyes.
"Give me a reason," she hissed just waiting for his answer.
"Fine, you're not a bitch - just a little too confident!" and he backed away laughing. Malfoy turned and disappeared down the corridor.
Hermione lowered her wand and tucked it into her robes.
"He never learns," Harry groaned.
"I doubt he ever will," she replied.
Hermione finished packing her bag and slung it back over her shoulder.
"Thanks Harry, that was sweet of you," she smiled. He gave her a lopsided grin.
"Hey, are are best friends for? Besides, you know how much I love putting that piece of scum in his place."
She giggled slightly and brushed her hair out of her face.
"You missed one," Harry sighed and pushed the few loose ends back over her ear.
He recalled that Hermione had hatow bow bushy her hair was back during first year. Now, it was their seventh year, and she had a beautiful waterfall of brown curls. His fingers trailed down the side of her face, and her cheeks tinted slightly.
"There, all better now."
"Thanks, I'm glad you were here."
"I'll always be here for you, Mione."
She smiled brightly at hearing him call her that. It was his own private pet name for her, and she'd grown to love it.
"Oh gosh, I'm so late; I gotta go!" Hermione squeezed his hand and dashed off down the hall, leaving Harry grinning slightly at her rapid departure.
"Damn that Potter, he always sticks his nose into my business," Malfoy growled as he stormed into the Slytherin Common Room.
"And that annoying Mudblood dares to think she can best me - how impudent!"
"What are you gonna do?" Crab asked as he plopped down on the couch.
"Yeah, what are you gonna do?" Goyle repeated.
"I have a plan. thinthing that's going to destroy that little Mudblood and bring that arrogant Potter to his knees.
"What's that?" his lackeys asked at the same time.
"Never mind that now, but let's just say that the next few days are going to be very interesting," Malfoy laughed menacingly.
Later that week, Hermione was in the library studying just like she did every evening. Large books and manuscripts were spread out across the table in front of her, and she turned the page to continue reading.
"Where are those two? They should be here by now.'
Harry and Ron were supposed to meet her here to work on a Potions assignment. Snape was being merciless on them this year, and they already had a heavy workload. Hermione reached out and found what she was looking for - her cup of hot chocolate. She always brought a cup with her when she studied; it helped to relax her. Putting it back, she stood up and went to find the book "Mixtures of All Kinds'.
While she was gone, a person snuck up to her table. Since Hermione studied in a remote corner of the library, no one saw who it was.
"All right, Mudblood, let's see how you like this,' and he poured a bright, red liquid into her hot chocolate. It dissolved instantly, and a moment later, the assailant was gone.
Hermione returned a moment later with her book and sat back down.
"Hey Hermione, sorry I'm late," Harry called as he sat down across from her.
"Where's Ron? I thought he was coming too."
"Oh, um, well, he had a pressing engagement that required his full attention."
"That's sounds rehearsed, Potter," she said with a raised eyebrow. "Spill it!"
"Okay, he - he had a date with Lavender."
"My goodness, that is most pressing," Hermione drawled. She started laughing, and Harry couldn't help but join her.
"Hey, at least I showed up."
"You mean, you don't have date; it is Friday night."
"No, no one asked me," he answered.
"Come on, Harry, I know for a fact that at least a dozen girls ask you out every week. What's the problem?"
"The problem is that they ask out "Harry Potter' not me."
"What about Cho, and Ginny?" Hermione found herself intrigued in this conversation; it was interesting to see what kind of girl turned his head.
"I honestly thought that Cho liked me, but I find out later that she was just trying to win a bet with her friends. Who would be the first to bag the great Harry Potter?"
Hermione suddenly paled.
"You mean—"
"Yeah, who slept with me first?"
"That's horrible, Harry, you want me to turn her hair pink for you?"
"No thanks, Mione, but I appreciate the offer."
"What about Ginny? You guys went out for almost all of sixth year!"
"Ginny was really sweet, but I think what happened was that she grew out of her attraction to me. I guess you could say she had got over her crush on me. After that, I just couldn't bring myself to commit to anyone again; there was just something missing."
"I'm sorry, Harry, I wish things were different."
Hermione smiled sadly at her best friend. He'd become a very handsome man over the years. He was tall, with broad shoulders, a toned physique from quidditch practice, and of course, those magical, green eyes. No girl could resist his charms, but he was very selective about who he was close with.
"That's okay, but what about you?" he countered and propped his chin up on his hand.
"Excuse me?" Hermione gasped.
"Why aren't you out tonight, Mione?"
"Oh, come off it, Harry, who'd want a bookworm like me?"
"You're not a bookworm. You're beautiful, smart, funny, and devilishly charming. How could someone not want you?"
Harry knew what he was saying. Hermione had grown into a lovely, young woman. She'd grown several inches and now came up to just under his nose. Her eyes were a beautiful, chocolate-brown, her lips were soft and red, and her hands were skilled yet delicate. To top it all off, her body had filled in all the right proportions. Harry knew that she wore loose clothing by default, but he could tell the hidden assets that she possessed. Someday, someone would find out what a treasure she was.
"Why can't that someone be you?' a part of his mind screamed.
Harry immediately silenced his thoughts; he shouldn't think that way about his best friend. But lately, he just couldn't help himself. Even when he was dating Cho and Ginny, he would compare how they did something to the way Hermione did it.
"Harry, you in there?" Hermione said and waved her hand in front of his face.
"Huh? oh, sorry. I zoned out there for a minute."
"That's okay, I've got time to spare."
"Hermione," Harry's voice lowered slightly, "I mean it, you're gonna make someone a very lucky guy."
"Thanks," she said softly and blushed.
His eyes were soft and warm, and Hermione felt her body heat rise. She took a long sip of her hot chocolate and went back to her reading.
During the rest of the evening, she kept sneaking looks at Harry over the top of her books. She couldn't seem to get him out of her head. Hermione finished her hot chocolate, and her body suddenly felt very strange. She closed her eyes to clear her head, but it didn't help. She felt very hot, and her stomach felt very queasy.
"Hermione, you okay?" Harry asked, seeing her rub her temples. "You look a little flushed."
"I'm fine, I think." She felt her chest tighten, and a shutter passed through her body.
Harry came around the table and sat down next to her.
"Mione?" he asked softly and put his arm around her shoulders.
Hermione turned towards him, and he nearly gulped at the look in her eyes. They were ablaze with a wild fire - full of desire and what he could only decipher as lust. She looked ready to eat him alive! Her fingers danced up his chest and locked behind his neck. She batted her eyes at him and licked her lips.
"Harry," she purred seductively, and he nearly fainted. "C'mere lover!"
Hermione kissed him full on the lips, and Harry's blood pressure went through the roof. Her mouth felt soft and pliant beneath his, but she pressed harder against his. Her tongue poked eagerly at his lips, but he was too shocked to do anything.
"Hermione, what - what's going on? What are you doing?"
Harry was having a hard time thinking because her hands were now running up and down his body. He almost died when she boldly slid her hand down below his waist and petted him gently.
"What have we here?" she cooed and squeezed lightly.
"Uh - Hermione - stop - this - this isn't right!" he tried to object.
"Don't be silly, no one can see us back here." Her voice still held that sexy undertone, and he felt powerless under her spell.
"I want you, Harry." The moment she undid his pants, his mind finally started working again, and he immediately grabbed her wrists.
"Hermione!" he nearly shouted, "What in bloody hell is going on here?"
She grabbed her head for a moment and closed her . When she looked at him again, her eyes had returned to their normal hue.
"Harry, what - what happened? I - I don'—" Her eyes bugged out as she saw him buckle his pants, and she gasped.
"Oh no, tell me I didn't - I did - didn't I - what - I don't—" Hermione couldn't think straight; she just touched her best friend in a way that you never touch your best friend.
"Hermione, what's going on?"
"I don't know. One minute I was looking at you, and the next minute - I'm so sorry, Harry." Hermione quickly gathered her things.
"Wait a minute!" he objected and got in her way. "Don't runaway."
"Harry, please move; I need to get out of here."
"Not until we find out what's wrong with you."
"Please, I can't - I feel so hot - I can't stop it! I need to leave!" Hermione pushed him aside and ran out of the library.
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