Chapter 10 : Dysfunction Diagnosis

" You shouldn't have done that you know . "Hermione quietly remarked to her companion , perched in front of her atop the walls of a battlement on the rooftop of Hogwarts . The girl in question was idly fingering structures that Hermione could not see with her eyes .

" These wards are impressive for their time . There are even wards making falling off this battlement outright impossible , do you know that ?" Regretfully , the younger girl withdrew her fingers away from that invisible... Hermione was very certain that whatever it was , it probably had something to do with wards .

" You are evading the issue . Romilda , why did you do that ?" Hermione's voice clearly reflected her displeasure .

" Would you be saying that if Malfoy insulted your mother directly , too ? " Romilda quietly asked .

Hermione froze for a moment . " Yes . " She seemingly resolutely responded , though the slight uncertain wavering of her voice was enough to betray her .

" No . " Romilda shook her head . " Malfoy deserved what he got , Hermione , full well . Or are you telling me that you have some feelings for that blond dragon ?" She quirked her head in a querry .

Hermione spluttered at that . " Of – ofcourse not ! That's absurd! I'd rather die before having feelings for that blond brat . " She shooked her head severely , her face clearly showing that she'd rather eat a whole carton of Vommit tasting Berties Everybean than consider the idea .

Romilda gently laughed , a creepily knowing laugh , all the same .

" Not this Malfoy perhaps . This Malfoy is a pathetically pale intellectual and mental shadow of his father . In other words , a difficult to redeem idiot . In this time-line , the personality he shows to you is very close to his real one . But some other Malfoy's , in some other time-lines wear a mask , concealing radically different personalities and attitudes . I'm afraid that this Malfoy falls into the first category of Malfoy's , Hermione . " She admonished .

" Wait , don't tell me that some other Malfoy's crushed on me in secret. " Hermione considered that thought for a moment . " But , it does make sense doesn't it . If the possibility's of such low plausibility can form a time-line in the multi-verse , then there must be time-lines out there where - " She shook her head , clearing a nauseating image of both of them in front of the altar .

" It's not as rare as you think , Hermione . " Romilda chucked a little . " But , I'm afraid that the Malfoy's of those time-lines are very different people within from the Malfoy of this time-line . " Hermione visibly sagged in a bizarre mixture of relief- and a hint of disappointment ? Not that Romilda would ever tell her that though . It was quite counter-productive.

" But enough about Malfoy . Have you finished the book that I sent to you ? " Romilda asked .

Wordlessly , Hermione nodded and quickly pulled out a black , leatherbinded book.

" I assume you don't need it any more ? " Wandlessly , the book floated back into Romilda's bottomless bag. " You are very conscientious , Hermione . You've clearly followed my suggestions , and put quite a lot of effort into practicing . Something that I fear your best friend will not do at all . " Romilda leapt down the battlement , and landed softly on the floor

" Well , I found it quite interesting . " Hermione remarked . " If Occlumancy is as useful as you claim , then it will be a skill worth learning . "

Romilda arched an eye brow . " Still , Hermione ? Sub-consciously , you still have your doubts . And as long as you doubt in any significant manner , it'll be hard for you to learn from me ." Hermione opened her mouth to protest , only to be headed off . " Look closely , Ms Granger . "

Suddenly , the air between them shimmered slightly , and a gentle humanoid mist gathered from seemingly nowhere . Within seconds , it colaced to a life size , highly detailed replication of a person . A replication of Romilda Vane's body , and clothing , right down to the very slightest detail . The only difference , was that her eyes were closed .

" Activate . " The original softly commanded .

The eyes of the clone snapped open suddenly , and straightened up in a most disconcertingly human-like way .

Hermione stared blankly in total shock . Standing in front of her was an entity that conventional magical theory branded as near impossible to construct , even wandlessly.

" Go ahead , Hermione . Touch me . " Hermione hesitated , before curiousity , like an unfeeling master drove her hand forward . Flesh gently touched what felt to be flesh .

" It's not flesh, Hermione . It's an illusion of flesh created by this Magical Avatar . " The original Romilda offered. " You'd find , that for all intents and purposes , this Avatar is difficult to distinguish from me . "

"How - " Hermione whispered .

" It's just a projection of myself , and a duplication of my conciousness . Think of my painting being disassembled down into a few motes of magical energy . Of course , this Avatar is even more intelligent than one of your magical paintings , Hermione . " Romilda nodded once .

" Personality Matrix activated . See you later , Core . " The Avatar waved goodbye as she walked down towards the staircase leading to the lower floors .

Hermione looked wistfully at that projection of Romilda .

" You would really like to learn how to do this , don't you ? You'll need an artificial intelligence first , and quite a lot more knowledge about magical theory , much of which has still not been discovered or conceived of . " Inwardly , Romilda was satisfied that the girl's doubts , whatever was left before had now been swept away .

" Now , that I've given you some real , empirical proof that I'm from the future , let's now commerce our study of Occlumancy . Let's see how far you've gone , shall we ? " Twinkling Chocolate Dark Eyes locked straight into Hazelnut Brown eyes .

While Hermione had her first taste of active Legilimanccy , several floors below them , the Avatar paced back and forth . More properly speaking , the Avatar was not so much an independent entity but rather , a second mouth , eyes , ears and hands to a single soul .In other words , a way for a person to be in two places at once , up to a point. Given how poorly understood Soul-mechanics was at this point of time though , it was safe to say that no one could pull it of in this time-line , at least to the degree of complexity , life likeness and the fact that the Core-mind and soul perceived in real-time what the Avatar perceived, thought what the Avatar thought and felt what the Avatar felt , all the time the Avatar was active . .

The resolution , to use the term crudely , and inaccurately , of the Avatar was basically so high that the feelings of the Avatar was exactly how the original was most likely to feel . And right now , Romilda was feeling most disappointed , though again , she was not surprised . That silly boy had gone up to play Chess with his "best mate " , completely forgetting that he had an appoitment . Her Avatar shook her head in resigned condemnation . Harry Potter had many negative personality issues to be resolved . That being said , it was quite excusable – given the fact that his influences were light years from ideal .

Five minutes was up . It was now time to remind him .

Harry . A familiar voice rang out sharply within his mind .

" Check . " Ron muttered . Sometimes , Harry wondered why he even bother playing chess .

Harry . The voice was even more severe , and louder . Who could it be ? Harry moved his king away from the check position . Just then , he realized again . He just remembered that-

Good Harry . I was afraid that I might have had to resort to more drastic measures . Come . Out . Right . Now . The voice emphasized every last word , in a tone that clearly indicated that it's mistress would brook no opposition . Harry cursed his forgetfulness , for the umpteenth time . Now , how was he to get out of that fine little mess that he found himself in ? At the same time , he idly wondered what would happen had he said no .

Do you still think like this , when it's your life on the line at the end of the day ? Her tone of admonition was unmistakable .

He barely surpressed his urge to hang his head in humiliated shame at that .

He decided to try to find a way to leave without offending Ron . An idea occurred to him . Harry briefly looked out at the massive clock in the Common room . Then , he proceeded to play the next few moves shoddily .

" I give up . " He sighed , yielding the game to Ron . Harry looked up at the clock again . " I just remembered something . One of the teachers asked me to meet her soon , so I'll have to go now . Sorry about that . " He apologetically attempted to mollify Ron , before running out of the Common room . Harry ran as fast he could towards the Seventh Floor . Based on what he saw , Harry decided it was not a good idea to annoy the time-traveler . He hoped that forgetting an agreed upon appointment did not rank highly among things that irked hr .

Leaping up the steps on the stairs , several steps at the time , Harry quickly rounded one marble encased corner of the staircase of the 6th Floor . As His hands briefly swinging his body around the bend in the staircase marble railings , he saw Romilda waiting at the very top of the next flight of steps . That girl had an unreadable expression on her face .

" Erm , erm , yeah . Sorry about forgetting about the meeting - " Harry began stammering an apiology .

" You are not Ron , Harry . Stop acting like your friend . " She kept her voice neutral . Well , as neutral as a slightly unsheathed blade could be .

" Yeah , um , erm . " The sense of relief he felt was an opposite emotion producing the same symptoms .

" Clearly , your mind is not ready today . " She lectured in the same neutral tone . No contempt , no insults , just a plain , calm neutrality , over laced with a faint hint of disappointment . Somehow , Harry preferred if Romilda simply sneered at him in contempt . This tone was infinitely worse.

" Very well then . " She sighed , then stretched out her palm . For a brief moment , Harry thought that she had originally intended to say more . He didn't pursue that thought further though , for in that very instance , a silver scroll laid within her outstretched palm . " I intended to teach you the Mind Arts . The arts of defending your soul and mind . The arts of maximizing the performance of your mind . The arts of knowing yourself . The arts of mastering yourself , and your emotions . That is the art of Occlumency . "

" Occlu- Occlamanwhat ? " Harry asked . It was all happening too fast .

" What are you defending against , Harry though ?

"Erm , You said that you wanted to teach me how to defend my mind from being read didn't you ? " Harry responded.

" Some ways . There are some ways that a mind can be read by today's magic , and other methods and means of obtaining people's thoughts , that are not invented yet . Occlumency was initially designed against the method of … mind-reading , to put it very , very crudely known as Legilimency . If you are receptive , I will teach you an Occlumency even more advance than what is available today . You could make it to that level – though as not as you are now . " The last comment by Romilda stung Harry badly , for some strange reason . His Hermione voice told him that she had a very good point , while his Ron side simmered in passionate , barely controlled rage.

Romilda rolled her eyes . Clearly , Romilda knew his thoughts . It felt as if Harry's privacy was being violated.

" I know your emotions , Harry , and the thoughts you have in your surface . But enough about this . You are obviously not teachable right now , Harry . " Her face was still neutral when pronouncing that .

" Take the scroll . " She ordered . Harry slowly picked it up from the palms of Romilda's left hand . " Harry James Potter , I strongly suggest you read through this scroll in the common room, and practice some of what It recommends . It is spelled such that only you will see the contents as it is . All the others will see it as some random writings , that will not raise their suspicion . If you read through this scroll , and try it out , we will move much , much faster . "

Harry took it , and could not hold back a scowl . Some of her comments were really brutal , though a case could be made for their validity . " Is there anything else , Romilda ? " He asked in a flat voice .

" If you can prove that you are committed right now , then there's nothing else for me to say. But if there isn't ….. I will send an owl telling you when we next meet . " Romilda turned , and made her way up the stair case .

If this was punishment , it was certainly accurately delivered , Harry sullenly thought as he made his way back to the Gryffindor common room . On the other hand , a part of him strongly questioned Romilda's right to do so .

Harry drowned away the rest of the night working that strange resentment of by indulging with round after round of distracting chess with Ron .

" You are fast , Hermione . You can already visualize your shield , and my legilimantic attacks . "

Sweat covered Hermione's pale face. For a girl who had few things that truly were an intellectual challenge to her , arguably , learning Occlumency was one of the most taxing mental experience yet . And that was despite the fact that Romilda had assured her that those Legilimantic attacks were just feather touches. In fact , she went so far as to demonstrate to her pupil what a full leglimantic attack was , when Hermione curiously asked . Now , that was a very surreal experience . It was probably the difference between getting ram down by a four by four Semi , and feeling a light breeze.

" I suppose I could ask you whether you still wish to continue . But , I know you'll stretch yourself to your limit , and you are fast approaching it . Very well , then . It's been a good first lesson , and you've progressed far . You can progress even faster , if you allow me to teach you through your mind , thoroughly , though . " Romilda offered.

" Doesn't it defeat the purpose though ? " Hermione asked in a weary voice .

" No , not really . You'll have to try it out to truly understand , though . " Romilda responded.

The older seeming girl spent sometime considering it , before finally nodding . Hermione wondered whether her curiosity was getting the better of her .

Just then , Hermione smelled the aroma of hot chocalate nearby . Romilda sat down right besides Hermione , extending a cup of Hot Chocolate to her . It took every ounce of Hermione's willpower not to jump away in shock to this possible violation to this law of transfiguration .

" Is it really - " Hermione began in a mixture of wonder , and expectation .

" Conjured ? " Romilda gave a mischevious grin . " There's no reason that I can't conjure up compounds made up of Hydrogen , Carbon and Nitrogen right ? If I can conjure an Animal , why can't I conjure food ? Have you ever wondered about that ? "

" But the Five Laws of - "
" Only exist because Wizards completely fail to understand molecular biology . Yes , the normal way of transfiguration makes it exceedingly hard to conjure food , true . It does not help that the so called Five Laws of Transfiguration acts as a barrier of belief . And without Belief you can do anything , you can't do magic . Magic , partially is a suspension of disbelief . " Romilda gently lectured .

There was still doubts, even evident on Hermione's face .

" Go ahead , Hermione . Drink it . And know this . A book is only as reliable as its' author . When you trust books , you trust its' author . But no human author is omniscient , Hermione . "

" I know that , intellectually . " Hermione softly responded . " But old habits die hard . "

" But , they do die , don't they ? " Romilda laughed quietly , all the while looking at the Star Strewn sky . " Beautiful , as always . " She then whispered .

Both of them fell silent for a few minutes , contemplating and enjoying the serenely glowing night . All the while , Hermione sipped her cup of hot chocolate . There was some kind of safety , of calmness . It was so ideal , so perfect , that the only thing missing was the smell of parchment . And perhaps that the Trio could not share in this though .

Romilda turned away from the stars , and towards Hermione . " I'm sure Ron would not appreciate something like this though . Harry , maybe . "

The mention of her friend led Hermione to wonder how he was doing . " Romilda , you said that you plan on teaching Harry Occlumency too , didn't you ? " Romilda nodded .

" Just from one lesson though , I know that Occlumency requires quite a lot of commitment and focus to learn . It's also very tiring and can be rather … erm , uncomfortable . " Hermione groped around for a more diplomatic word . Intrusive was perhaps too harsh . Then , she berated herself for that foolishness . It was very likely that Romilda could see through those euphemisms effortlessly, even with an Occlumentic shield up .

" He's not ready . " Romilda answered , eyes gazing out at the distant moor spreading out before the Castle . Her eyes turned more alert , and the mist that seemed to obscure her sight cleared . She turned to look at Hermione , her eyes sharp and alert – no , even penetrating .

" Hermione Granger . I have assigned Harry some work to do on his own , in preperation for learning Occlumency . You are not to remind him that he has work to do , please . He must learn not to merely rely on you alone . " Romilda politely and urbanely asked .

" But - "

" It's been your dream to reform him , hasn't it ? To help him acquire an excellent work ethic . " Hermione was trapped at that . What else could she answer ? She nodded her head , in acknowledgment . Check . She knew very well what would happen next .

" In that case , Hermione , don't stand in the way of what you dreams . " Checkmate. Playing verbal chess against someone who could read your every move was well nigh suicidal , it seemed.

Hermione pondered for awhile that matter . " How do you intend to reform him though ? I've been trying for four years . " A corner of her she wondered whether Romilda subscribed to the doctrine that the means justified the end , but she chose not to verbalize it .

" What drives you , Hermione ? How did you obtain your impeccable dedication to your studies ?" Romilda challenged in response .

" Well , I love knowledge . But I suppose there has to be a reason why I love knowledge , don't I ? " Hermione mused . Romilda internally applauded her – Hermione was fast on the uptake , she'll give her student that .

" Because intellect often breeds a seed of curiosity . Harry is actually quite an intelligent , but rather lazy young man don't you agree ? I want him to remember once more what it was to savor the joy of learning , the joy of knowledge and the satiation of curiousity . His curiousity was strangled at birth by the Dursely's " Romilda briefly noticed that Hermione clenched her first at the mention of the Dursely's . " I merely want to resurrect that Curiosity once more . And its' within my capability to do so . "

Hermione looked at her with an unspoken how even written on her face .

" I can teach you through the mind , though you'll learn just as well through words and deed . You have the luxury of that . Harry does not . All I wish to prove to him though , are two things . One – the Dursely's have damaged severely mentally in many ways . It may not be very obvious , but if I was to teach him Occlumency , even through the mind , there are many issues that I have to first resolve . And if I do not teach him Occlumency , we'll be moving too slowly . " Romilda elaborated.

" The second , of course , is to convince him of the need of something as uncomfortable to people of your time as learning through the mind . " She added . " And , hence , we come back to you . "Romilda was clearly expecting a decision .

" Do you trust me enough ? " She asked , in a surprisingly direct way. That next sentence took Hermione aback .

Once again , suspicions and objections course through Hermione's mind . Could she be trusted ? But then again , considering how adept Romilda seemed to be with the mind , why was Romilda even offering her a choice ? Was she just being considerate ? Was there even a choice ?

" You've dance around the matter for quite sometime . What exactly is at stake here ? " There were still many unresolved questions about what laid beyond Voldermort. What other threats laid out . What else there was to fear ?

Romilda sighed . " I have been waiting for you to ask this question . There are things I can show you , but only if you can accept what I will show you . "

" Show me . " Hermione hoped that her curiosity would not prove her undoing .

" In your dreams , then . "

A cyan haired young lady , no more than her early twenties sat on the prepice of a cliff . Below were softly chanting waves , pounding upon the sugary golden sands . Above laid a sun , a main sequence sun like so many others in a single universe . A gentle late afternoon light , a lukewarm placid heat shining upon her skin . The azure ocean tinged with the slightest hint of the color that the alchemist of old could only dream of . Paradise for the mind to think , to spin out thoughts like bunnies .

Behind her , in the distant horizon , just faintly seen down the coast was a floating structure . A fluted structure made out of a silvery material . No , not fluted , but several flutes bounded together into a circle , steadily ascending higher and higher the nearer each flute was to the center . Until the final flue stood up above all its' peers , its' gleaming tower extending up to the dark blue distance , gateway to the heavens .

The strange thing to people of this time was this . The soul seating on the prepice of the cliff at the same time also was present within this dome of flutes . They did not know that you existed everywhere , and anywhere simultaneously in your dreams . For they knew not how to distinguish dreams from visions …. yet .

Externally , the skies momentarialy flashed , and contrasting against the azure blue emblazoned letters of the most royal burgundy . 01:00 GMT . For a few seconds , this wonder lasted , before vanishing once more , like it never had existed . Her guest within this dream , a Hermione Granger was drawn into one of the books within the fluted sphere , living the book in a dream within a dream . She knew , for she , appearing under the guise of Romilda Vane saw her limp body slumped down on one of the chairs within the structure in the horizon , an inactive shell awaiting the return of her master . The girl was making quick progress in Occlumency – sufficient to deter any passive Legilimantic penetration into her memories , deeper than the level of surface thought .

The girl known as Romilda Vane to the time-line she was currently in tutted at the same time she was thinking . At the very same time she was reflecting on Hermione , she was also pondering on the issue of a certain Mr Potter . To top it off , she had decided , on a mere whim to light a small ball of light , which continuously changed color up and down the entire visual electro-magnetic spectrum , from the deepest red to the most intense violet , and back again . Like a bird , the ball soared out from Romilda's outstretched hand , dancing Alphabets and Runes in a multitude of languages throughout the Multi-verse .

In a way , it was practice , a form of mental exercise , to think one or two lines of thoughts at once while affecting the environment around . She couldn't do it in the real world , save perhaps the room of requirement.

Romilda was resigned . Resigned , not in a fatalistic , but exasperated way . She knew, base on previous missions by her predecessors and colleagues what to expect in this time-line , approximately. Harry was a slacker , and slacking had evolved from a mere survival mechanism to a most nasty habit . When Romilda gave the scroll to Harry , she knew full well that there was an extremely high probability that Harry would completely ignore the scroll when he got back . Still , extremely high was not a certainty .

As expected , Mr Potter and thrown the scroll aside , into his trunk , reasoning to himself that it was quite late and that he could get started on it tomorrow . And the reason why he was late ? The usual – it amazed her how somethings could be extremely predictable in the multi-verse and some others could be very , very surprisingly unpredictable.. She knew that the scroll was likely to lie there , ignored for a long , long time . She had left spells on the scroll directly informing her when the scroll was open and closed , how long Harry actually spent reading it and how many times the scroll was open. Statistically , if Harry had not open it by the first night , the chances that the scroll would be open even once would be …. close to zero. Nevertheless , she decided to give Harry a week . Who knew ? Mr Potter might just surprise her , after all ?

The problem was this . She knew , with her Empath abilities and personality that she could coax Harry into dropping many of his bad habits given time . A few years earlier , a few months would have sufficed . But by this stage , it would take a long time for Harry to drop those undesirable habits – perhaps a year , or a year and a half . She could not afford that kind of time . More … drastic actions would have to be taken . Besides , those abusive fools of a relative had damaged him mentally in many subtle ways that were going to be extremely difficult to reverse by normal means. She could afford to go slow with some of these damages , but not with others.

In a way , she was quite glad she had many other options at hand , other than the conventional methods of dealing with someone from such a dysfunctional background . There were many time-lines where a truly serious attempt was made at those dysfunctions . This ranged from adoption , to the use of fear – the last , as an empath , she knew was quite useless as a tool for genuinely reforming someone as damaged as Harry. No – worse than useless , actually. One overwhelming advantage she had over those in the past was knowledge . Unlike so many many others , she knew Harry , his memories , and his personalities far more intimately than he himself probably conciously was aware of.

She regretted there was not much time for an indirect approach . Voldermort was a dangerous bomb that could easily destroy many nodes , and corrupt quite a few too , indirectly .

There were many other things Romilda wanted to tell him – but she knew , right there and then that unless she could change Harry , his attitudes and his down right hostile anti-intellectualism , most of all , that telling him was useless. Why waste time describing the incomprehensible ? Besides , that which he would understand would worry him a lot . By Strange Matter ! He couldn't even be told outright something as basic such as what would happen this year- he would worry to no end.

Years ago , Harry was once a precocious young child determined to know and to learn , to do well , to succeed . Years ago , Harry fell in love with knowledge . Years ago , that love of Knowledge was greeted with the harshest punishment . Years ago , Harry's passion was not only murdered , but dismembered . She would have to take the bones in that dry valley , and once more give flesh and breath life back into its' corpse. At least ….. it could have been worse . She had seen some other even more horrific cases from this time-period . There , no one would have morally objected to her means , considering what the end of non-intervention was .

She looked back up at the sphere , then turned back to the ocean , breathing out in relief . It seemed that Ms Granger accepted what she had been shown – given the sophistication of her mind , Romilda was not too surprise at that . No matter how thoroughly you know someone's mind , there was always the chance that the way they react differed from your predictions . This time , her predictions hit the bulls eye .

It was time to show her the next book then . Somewhere up in the distance , the projection of Romilda Vane gently pulled down a set of books from another shelf , offering them to Hermione.

The very earliest hint of dawn lined the cool skies . And , within the Gryffindor's tower , the Second Year herself roused herself , and rolled out of bed . The time-traveler suppressed a sigh , exiling it into the relative privacy of the mind.

Wandlessly casting the necessary charms to maintain her body . No one would see her do that , she made certain of this . Quickly , she cast a variant of the Switching Charm to change out of her night clothes , before sweeping the bottomless bag of hers with her out of the Dormitory.

A/N : Omakae below , highlight to see . It's semi-canon to this story … sort of . Shaded white , highlight to see .

Omakae :

When Romilda headed down to the Great Hall , she suddenly felt a hand pulling her away to one side . It was Hermione Granger , and obviously , she had a question . Many questions .

" Ask the most pertinent , my dear . " She softly said , as she felt her self being pulled into a classroom .

" Were we really that unprepared?" It was clear from her bleary eyes that she had continued her crying ever since leaving Romilda's dream .

" Worse , my dear . And I suppose you want to ask me why I did not show you any of your alternate's memories ? "

Hermione nodded , her eyes pleading .

" Because there were quite a few possibilities , with regards to your personal life . You would have found it quite hard to accept some of your mistakes – especially since it made you even less ready for what was to come . " Romilda turned , a mischievous glint to her eye .

" Love is not Eros , as you seem to assume , Hermione , it is Agapae . " The glint evolved into a Cheshire Grin , and Hermione had a sinking feeling about this .

" Do you know that Eros is just a function of certain chemicals in your brain ? I can arrange for you to feel what it is like to be in a Love of Eros . " She snapped her finger .

For a moment , Hermione felt nothing at all . Suddenly , every single crush , and every single hormonally fuelled thought that ever cross her mind seemed to explode in her head all at once . It was an ecstasy , a Europhia she had never felt before . Almost like some unendurable urge for release . Fire , agonizingly passionate fire burn through her veins and nerves , rendering her not just mute , but blind , and deaf to the world . Her body seized up for a moment , in a spasm . It was a most wonderful emotion in the world , as if she needed it . Then it began to fade , slowly , slowly like someone thrown into cold turkey . She opened her mouth , intending to beg for more -

Then she blinked . What exactly was she doing in this exaggeratedly stiff pose ? What just happened to her suddenly hit her , right the very next moment , and she blushed with the intensity of a dying sun .

" Eros is easy , and cheap . Romance and attraction can be seen as bunk, depending on how you define it . Unconditional Love is what forges a true relationship . " Romilda glided out of the room regally , leaving a furiously embarrassed , blushing and panting Hermione behind .

A/N ; This is my take on Smut , Lemon and love on First sight . Some of you may vehemently disagree with me on this .