Forbidden Love.by Sandy
Chapter 1.In Fantasy
Rated: PG.13+
(AN: This is my first fic I've written so far. And I'm not sure what y'all will think. If you take a look at the tittle and read the story you could probably guess the plot by now, but.I just hope I haven't given too much away. Well.read on please.)
The music was sure pumping. Fantasy was the new dance club that opened recently at Diagon Alley. Every witch and wizard inside were dancing way into the night, having a few drinks now and then. Then out dancing again! About 9:30 pm a group of young sixteen year olds arrived in a taxi.
"Oh, Harry. Are you sure about this?"
"Hermione, relax ok?"
"Yeah. You are great at doing spells and all, no-one will ever find out!"
"Hmm.alright, if you two say so." trailed off Hermione. Hermione was now a really gorgeous girl. She still had her long bushy hair but it was more manageable now. Harry still had messy hair as usual. But was a in really good shape. Muscles, six-pack, and all the other "accessories" needed to make a girl salivate. Ron on the other hand.was not so built, but not that bad looking. He didn't mind though, he was Harry's friend, and that had some advantages. Before the three rounded the corner to Fantasy, Hermione put an undetectable aging spell on her friends and herself. In an instant, the trio looked unrecognisable, all a bit taller, and looking more mature, about the age of nineteen. From then, it was a cinch getting into the club. No id examination needed.
When they were inside, Hermione took the charm off, so that they looked back to their old selves again. Then they made their way to an empty table and watched the crowd dance. When a new song came on, Ron suddenly turned bright red.
"Ron, are you okay?" asked Hermione worriedly.
"Erm.yeah I'm fine" He glanced at Harry. Harry could feel the huge grin spread across his face. He had knew about his best friend's crush on Hermione long before. He gave Ron an encouraging wink.
"Ron? Harry? Is there something you haven't been telling me?"
"No.its just." Ron swallowed hard. "Its.um."
"Oh gosh! Hermione, Ron wants to dance with you." Said Harry finishing the sentence for Ron.
"Oh, is that all? Well come on!" The next moment, Ron and Hermione had blended into the crowd and disappeared from Harry's view.
Every now and then Harry would catch a glimpse of the couple and wish that someone would actually notice him.
Then suddenly he saw a flash of silver. Then it was gone. Harry looked around for the source of the silver thing. He thought he was hallucinating. He searched the club again. Harry noticed that other people were also looking around, puzzled like he was. Then suddenly, he saw silver again. It was hair. A Veela! Two Veela's!
One seemed to have been chased by the other. When the second veela caught up to the first she grabbed her by the arm and spun her around.
The two veela's were engaged in a very intense conversation now. One was an older girl. The other, about the same age as Harry. The older one looked mean and persuasive, while the younger one looked scared. No not scared, terrified.
"Alex! Why did u do that?" Slap! The younger one, supposedly called Alex, was now on the ground, crying, holding her left cheek that was now glowing red.
"I warned you didn't I?"
Sob
"Didn't I?" another slap. Alex was now crying harder, holding her face in her hands.
"Yes, you did." Sob.
The older girl was probably considering what to do with this Alex girl. This went on for a while. Alex was till crying though. Her face tear stained face, now flashing red. But where the stream of tears ran, it turned blue, then red again. Harry couldn't take anymore of this. He got up and began to walked quickly over to the pair or Veela's.
"Oi! Stop that!" He yelled. When he reached them, Harry put his hand on the older girl and wheeled her around. She was tall. Harry was also tall. But this girl was taller. She had mascara on. Lots of eye-shadow. And heaps of deep-red lip stick. It was bad. He couldn't understand why anyone could bare wearing so much makeup.
"What the heck do you want, you Poof?"
"I want you to leave Alex alone!" Harry said firmly. Alex looked up at him. Innocent hope in her eyes, sparkling with tears. Harry looked down at her. He looked deep into her eyes. He saw hurt in her bright blue eyes. Blue like the sky. Blue like the sky? Where did that come from? Why was he thinking like this? Harry saw the hurt that was inflicted upon her for the many years of her young life. Then suddenly, the hurt look was gone. Replacing the absence of it was, fear and worry and shock, all combined in one. Harry turned around, and saw the older girl with her hands clenched in fists. The next thing he knew, it was all black.
Chapter 1.In Fantasy
Rated: PG.13+
(AN: This is my first fic I've written so far. And I'm not sure what y'all will think. If you take a look at the tittle and read the story you could probably guess the plot by now, but.I just hope I haven't given too much away. Well.read on please.)
The music was sure pumping. Fantasy was the new dance club that opened recently at Diagon Alley. Every witch and wizard inside were dancing way into the night, having a few drinks now and then. Then out dancing again! About 9:30 pm a group of young sixteen year olds arrived in a taxi.
"Oh, Harry. Are you sure about this?"
"Hermione, relax ok?"
"Yeah. You are great at doing spells and all, no-one will ever find out!"
"Hmm.alright, if you two say so." trailed off Hermione. Hermione was now a really gorgeous girl. She still had her long bushy hair but it was more manageable now. Harry still had messy hair as usual. But was a in really good shape. Muscles, six-pack, and all the other "accessories" needed to make a girl salivate. Ron on the other hand.was not so built, but not that bad looking. He didn't mind though, he was Harry's friend, and that had some advantages. Before the three rounded the corner to Fantasy, Hermione put an undetectable aging spell on her friends and herself. In an instant, the trio looked unrecognisable, all a bit taller, and looking more mature, about the age of nineteen. From then, it was a cinch getting into the club. No id examination needed.
When they were inside, Hermione took the charm off, so that they looked back to their old selves again. Then they made their way to an empty table and watched the crowd dance. When a new song came on, Ron suddenly turned bright red.
"Ron, are you okay?" asked Hermione worriedly.
"Erm.yeah I'm fine" He glanced at Harry. Harry could feel the huge grin spread across his face. He had knew about his best friend's crush on Hermione long before. He gave Ron an encouraging wink.
"Ron? Harry? Is there something you haven't been telling me?"
"No.its just." Ron swallowed hard. "Its.um."
"Oh gosh! Hermione, Ron wants to dance with you." Said Harry finishing the sentence for Ron.
"Oh, is that all? Well come on!" The next moment, Ron and Hermione had blended into the crowd and disappeared from Harry's view.
Every now and then Harry would catch a glimpse of the couple and wish that someone would actually notice him.
Then suddenly he saw a flash of silver. Then it was gone. Harry looked around for the source of the silver thing. He thought he was hallucinating. He searched the club again. Harry noticed that other people were also looking around, puzzled like he was. Then suddenly, he saw silver again. It was hair. A Veela! Two Veela's!
One seemed to have been chased by the other. When the second veela caught up to the first she grabbed her by the arm and spun her around.
The two veela's were engaged in a very intense conversation now. One was an older girl. The other, about the same age as Harry. The older one looked mean and persuasive, while the younger one looked scared. No not scared, terrified.
"Alex! Why did u do that?" Slap! The younger one, supposedly called Alex, was now on the ground, crying, holding her left cheek that was now glowing red.
"I warned you didn't I?"
Sob
"Didn't I?" another slap. Alex was now crying harder, holding her face in her hands.
"Yes, you did." Sob.
The older girl was probably considering what to do with this Alex girl. This went on for a while. Alex was till crying though. Her face tear stained face, now flashing red. But where the stream of tears ran, it turned blue, then red again. Harry couldn't take anymore of this. He got up and began to walked quickly over to the pair or Veela's.
"Oi! Stop that!" He yelled. When he reached them, Harry put his hand on the older girl and wheeled her around. She was tall. Harry was also tall. But this girl was taller. She had mascara on. Lots of eye-shadow. And heaps of deep-red lip stick. It was bad. He couldn't understand why anyone could bare wearing so much makeup.
"What the heck do you want, you Poof?"
"I want you to leave Alex alone!" Harry said firmly. Alex looked up at him. Innocent hope in her eyes, sparkling with tears. Harry looked down at her. He looked deep into her eyes. He saw hurt in her bright blue eyes. Blue like the sky. Blue like the sky? Where did that come from? Why was he thinking like this? Harry saw the hurt that was inflicted upon her for the many years of her young life. Then suddenly, the hurt look was gone. Replacing the absence of it was, fear and worry and shock, all combined in one. Harry turned around, and saw the older girl with her hands clenched in fists. The next thing he knew, it was all black.