Well, then. My first FanFic ever. Who would have known? It's still in working progress, but I'm dying to get some hand-on criticism. So, I'm publishing my baby for the world to see. Please read it and drop a word on what you think. Also, the title is temporary, so feel free to give off suggestions.

Title: Lust, Love and Mischief

Author: Crimson Storm

E-mail: b_raguan@hotmail.com

Rating: PG 13

Genre: Romantic Comedy.

Main shipping: Harry Potter/Oliver Wood, later on Hermione/?

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters, locations etc. in this piece. I am only using them for my personal entertainment, and for the amusement of others. J. K. Rowling deserves her credit for the amazing work she did with the Harry Potter series.

Chapter 1: Hidden books, and hidden desires.

Hermione stared at the spell book she had stumbled on. 'This couldn't possibly be true,' she thought to herself. She opened the velvet-covered tome and leafed through the spells quickly. She snapped the book shut and stared at the golden script adorning the cover. 'Spells of Love, Lust, and Mischief' it said. She glanced up from the book and stared at the shelf from which she had taken it. Taken it? No, in fact it had fallen from there, all by itself.

Hermione looked up sharply, a cautious look in her eyes. Didn't it seem rather odd that the book fell down all on its own? Hermione looked furtively to her sides, to see if anyone had noticed her strange behavior. Seeing no one, she walked over to the other side of the shelf. She looked through to the place where she had stood only a moment ago. Someone could have conveniently dropped the book as she was passing and quickly slipped away. She glanced quickly at the shelf and saw it read 'History of Magical Lore in Britain 14th and 15th centuries'. So the book was misplaced, as well. She looked around once more, trying to see if anyone was there, and finding no one.

Frustrated, she returned to her seat, and laid the book on her study desk, beside the other open books. She was on her way to find another reference book when the mysterious tome had fallen of the shelf. She couldn't imagine what a spell book like that was doing in the school library. It seemed to her entirely irresponsible. She stared hard at the book. It was old, but not excessively so. The pages show use, red velvet cover was a bit frayed. It seemed a perfectly innocent book.

But looks can be deceiving, Hermione decided. Perhaps she should approach the librarian, Mrs. Pierce, she thought. But the bird-nosed woman would surely confiscate it, even if there were nothing wrong with it. 'Besides,' Hermione thought, 'I could test to see if it has any curses, or hexes, or any such thing, and if I find anything I'll immediately report it.' She felt confident in her abilities to detect a curse on the book.

A thought crossed her mind, and she quickly opened the book to check the inner cover. There was no sign to a library mark, not there or on the back cover. So the book wasn't even part of the library. She was about to examine the matter more carefully when she heard footsteps coming near.

She had just slipped the book into her bag when Harry turned the corner into the quiet study area where she sat. 'Hey, Hermione!' he said, giving her one of his bright contagious smiles.

'Hello, Harry,' she replied, smiling back. As Harry sat down by her, she pondered how good friends they had become lately. They new everything about each other, and spent most of their free time together. Hermione thought she was probably closer to Harry now than even Ron.

'What are you doing?' Harry asked, pulling Hermione out of her thoughts.

'Studying,' she answered, sighing slightly.

'I should have guessed. Is it just me, or is this year al lot harder than last year?' Harry replied, leaning back in his seat.

'Yeah well, I shudder to think at what next year will be like,' Hermione answered. That wasn't entirely true and both she and Harry knew it. As a matter of fact, she was enjoying the hard work.

'You have nothing to worry about, you've been the top student since the day we walked into this place,' Harry joked.

'I'm trying to commiserate with you here, ok Harry?' she grinned at him, and he laughed, making him even more beautiful than usual.

Shaking her head at her gorgeous companion, she looked up when his laughter ended suddenly, and saw Oliver Wood approaching their table, a smile on his face. Wood had graduated from Hogwarts two years ago, but when Madam Hooch announced her retirement, Professor Dumbledore asked Wood to take her place as flying instructor until he could find a suitable replacement. She smiled appreciatively at the stunning young man. At 19 years old, Wood was a head turner if she had ever seen one with his sleek slim form and hazel brown hair.

'Hey Hermione, Harry, how you to doing?' the young man asked.

Harry blushed and murmured his reply, staring at the floor. Speaking up quickly to cover for her friend's embarrassment, she replied saucily, 'I'm perfectly ok. And how are you? Tired from pushing off infatuated first years off you?' She smiled as a blush crept up his cheeks.

'Er… not really. I'm fine. Have you two seen Professor McGonagall? I'm having some trouble fixing the schedule for the Quidditch games.'

'No, we haven't seen her,' Hermione replied.

Oliver sighed and looked away, 'Well, I'll keep looking. Bye Hermione, Bye Harry.'

As Oliver walked away, Hermione saw Harry look up, a look of yearning and hidden desire in his eyes. She felt a wave of pity wash over her, as that desperate look appeared in her best friend's eyes. 'Harry,' she said gently, 'you should really tell him how you feel.'

'I can't, Herm. I just can't. Every time I get near him… it's like I can't breath, or speak, or think. All I can hear is my heart pounding, and I know that I'll muck everything up. I couldn't take it if he hated me.' Harry's eyes glazed over, and Hermione smiled at her lovesick friend. She had a feeling that if only Harry would speak up about his feelings, he might be surprised. Harry had told her about his feelings in the beginning of this year, revealing his sexuality to her. He had told Ron later as well, and he took it much better than she thought he would. Even so, Harry felt more comfortable talking to her about his crush over Wood than to Ron.

'Well, I can't blame you,' she said, trying to lighten the mood, 'he is hot.' Harry laughed again, and thinking of the book hidden in her bag, an idea began to form in Hermione's mind.

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