Welcome all to my story! I hope you enjoy. This is a Pansmione fic, no Ron bashing, no Draco bashing but he will have some bite to him. Happy reading!
DISCLAIMER: I do not own HP nor any of the characters.
Chapter 1: Potions surprise
Harry, Ron and Hermione hurried to their eighth year potions class with the Slytherins, they were late, perhaps tea at Hagrid's wasn't such a good idea after all?
"Snape's going to have our heads!" Ron exclaimed as he rushed through the corridor. Harry glanced at his friend. "We will get some points taken of Gryffindor and probably detention but it won"t be too bad."
Hermione huffed as she walked ahead of her two best friends. " I knew going to Hagrid was going to be a bad idea." They walked down to the dungeons where they could already hear the familiar voice of a certain potions professor.
"Granger, Weasley and of course," Snape paused as the trio walked in. "Potter." He stuck is nose up in disgust. "That wil be ten points from Gryffindor."
"That's not too bad." Ron whispered.
"Each." Snap finished causing Ron to sigh. 'Please sit down, Potter, Weasley you can sit in the front, and Granger, there is a seat left in the back next to Parkinson." Snape turned back to his book as they waked off.
Hermione slowly walked to the very back of the class. She had to sit next to Parkinson, Hermione didn't like her, not because she was a Slytherin, Hermione would never dislike someone based on their house, Hermione didn't like Parkinson because she was part of Malfoy's club. She had never out right called her a Mudblood, but she had teased her on countless occasions. Hermione took her seat without sparing Parkinson as much as a glance.
"Now that everyone is at there seats we shall begin." Snape started his lesson. "Today we will be brewing a very special potion." Snape grinned as his eyes raked over the class. Somehow Hermione felt his eyes on her a beat longer than the others.
"Amortentia."
Hermione was please with this answer, Amortentia, a potion that smells of the one you desire, was hard to make and Hermione was certain she was up for the task.
'Here I have a completed Amortentia potion, everyone stand in line so that you can observe."
The whole class got to their feet, clearly eager to smell the love potion. Hermione stood near the back of the line, Parkinson was in front of her, Ron and Harry were at the front.
"See how the potion is a rosy pink colour, this is a sign that it has been properly brewed." Snape said as he twirled it around with his wand. Snape's eyes met Hermione's. "Have a sniff, perhaps it will be a familiar smell."
Harry walked up to the cauldron taking a deep whiff of it, his eyebrows shot up as if in surprise, he quickly took his seat again and Hermione made note to talk to him later. Ron almost dunked is head in the potion, clearly he was deeply infatuated by the smell.
Students continued to take their turn until it was only Parkinson and Hermione left, Parkinson almost cautiously walked up to the cauldron. Closing her eyes she took a deep breath. Seemingly her whole body went stiff, her eyes widened in shock. Without a word she left the class.
Snape watched Parkinson leave, "5 points from Slytherin." He said almost regretfully.
Hermione was the last one to smell the potion. She could feel all eyes on her. Leaning in she closed her eyes, ready to get lost on the aroma of the light pink mixture.
Cinnamon, with a hint of lemon and mint. Who is this? Hermione thought to herself, this was not someone she knew. She had to admit, the smell was intoxicating, it was hard to bring herself to stop sniffing the potion. With all her strength she bought herself up again, butterflies were erupting in her stomach and she felt light headed.
"Granger please take a seat." Snape said, clearly eager to continue with his class.
Hermione was no longer focused on the lesson, who could it be, who's smell was so addicting that is made her feel weak in the knee's?
Later Hermione, Harry and Ron sat in front of the fire place in the common room. Ron was talking loudly despite the fact that everyone else had gone to bed and that Hermione and Harry were not listening to a single word Ron had said since dinner. Ron yawned and checked his watch.
"Blimey! It's already 2 in the morning, we have a quidditch match in the morning, Harry we should head to bed." Harry nodded absently as he stood from his chair.
"G'dnight Mione." Ron said as he turned to the stairs to the boys dorm.
"Sleep well" Harry uttered, clearly he was shaken by something. Hermione really needed to talk to him, she knew it would't be Voldemort, he had been defeated in the battle of Hogwarts last year.
Hermione stood, she was alone, carefully she climbed the stairs to her dorms, the other girls were asleep. Hermione felt her tiredness taking over and quickly changed into her sleep wear. Her head hit the pillow and her eyes closed shut as sleep overcame her.
Hermione was standing in the prefects bathroom, she was completely nude, the bath she was standing in was filled with water and the entire room was foggy with steam. Slowly Hermione allowed herself to sink into the warm inviting water. He senses were filled with the distinct smell of cinnamon, lemon and mint. Her entire body relaxed.
"Enjoying your bath?" A voice somewhere in the bathroom said, Hermione could't see due to all the steam.
"Excuse me? Hermione said while attempting to cover herself. Some of the steam cleared and she could take out a female figure slinking towards her. "Who's there?" Hermione said again.
"Don't play so coy. I know you want me." The voice drawled with an edge of lust and desire. Hermione's face grew red. "Listen, I don't know who you are or what you want, but please leave me alone!" Hermione was growing frustrated.
"Ahww, is that how you want to play it? I was really hoping we could have some fun." The voice was closer now, somewhere behind her, Hermione thought to herself as she sat up in the bath. Franticly she started looking around trying to find the person that was playing with her.
"I know you want me." The voice whispered directly in her ear, Hermione could feel their figure pressed agains't her naked back. Somehow Hermione couldn't move, her body was flushed and she was overcome by lust.
Stop. Stop it Hermione! Hermione thought, she seemed to no longer be in control of her body. A hand slipped around her waist, it was soft and smooth. Lips found Hermione's neck and sucked lightly. She couldn't help but close her eyes and throw her head back allowing the stranger more acces. She could feel her control slipping away from her as the world around her faded away and all she could focus on was the delightful pleasure coming from the strangers lips.
"Don't stop." Hermione whispered softly. Her breath was getting faster as her desire grew.
"I want you Hermione." The voice whispered seductively in her ear.
"Hermione."
Hermione."
"HERMIONE!"
Ginny stood over Hermione shouting her name, clearly she was having a rather interesting dream and Ginny wanted to spare their roommates of Hermione's rather erotic noises.
Hermione shook awake, her eyes wide and face a dark shade of red.
It was a dream. Hermione thought as she tried to collect herself. Ginny tilted her head, an amused grin playing to her lips. "Had a nice sleep?" Ginny was having trouble keeping her laughter under control. "Err. Uhm." Hermione was too flustered too formulate an answer. Ginny burst out laughing. "Anyone I would know?"
Hermione shot up and looked over to Ginny. "I, I don't know who it was." Hermione decided to leave out that her mystery dream person was a girl.
"It's probably because of the full moon, gives you weird dreams apparently." Ginny said pulling Hermione out of her thoughts. She couldn't help but let out a sarcastic chuckle. "Taken an intrest to Divination I see?" She teased. Ginny smirked while responding. "Well it has been proven to have some effect, besides you should get off your high horse, I'm not the one having weird sex dreams that could wake up the entire dorm." Ginny winked at Hermione's growing blush. "Can we keep it between us?" Hermione asked turning to a more serious note. Ginny nodded. "Course Mione. Just as long as you weren't dreaming about my older brother." Hermione's eyes widened in shock, her mouth fell slightly open. "Please Gin, that ship has long sailed, we are just friends. Anyway," Hermione said changing the subject. "How is your love life going?"
Ginny looked down. "Quite non existent after my train wreck of a relationship with Harry." Ginny and Harry had given it their best but sadly it wasn't meant to be, much to Molly Weasley's chagrin. "Cheer up Gin, there will be someone out there who will see you for all your worth." Hermione said reassuring her friend. Ginny smiled. "Shall we catch an early breakfast?" She then asked.
"You Weasleys, always thinking with your stomach." Hermione teased as she pushed aside her thought of her strange dream and got ready for a lazy Saturday.
That was the first chapter! I hope you read and review this story, comments are always great full for writing. This story will be a slow burn 8th year au. All the pairing will be revealed as the story continues. Any tips? Let me know!
