Disclaimer- I own nothing but the plot, please don't sue me, I'm doing this for fun, this is a non-profit fic, and I don't want you to sue me! Please YOU'LL NEVER TAKE ME ALIVE!! MWAHAHAHA! *ahem* Anyway, I'm only writing this for the enjoyment of myself, and the loyal readers. The characters (sadly) belong to JK Rowling, who is VERY lucky, might I add, and she's got to hurry and finish the next book, cuz we're waiting patiently, but not for long! We might turn into hostile monkeys, and cause a whole mess o' trouble. Or not. Whatever floats your boat, right? Ficcie time! ^..^
That morning at breakfast, Hermione found herself almost completely surrounded by the male sex. Even though she did nothing to attract them, she found that they were flocking to her like bees to a honeycomb. She found it quite pleasing. Harry was sitting across the table from her, and she noticed that he was looking at her with a heated stare, his face flushed. She thought that it was a bit odd, since she had not smiled, or anything of the sort, for she was being quite careful. "Harry, are you quite all right?" she asked tentatively. He just stared at her, his eyes radiating jealousy, as Seamus Finnigan offered to walk her to Herbology class, even though he was going to the same place. Hermione tore her gaze away from Harry long enough to look at Seamus. "No, Seamus, I think I can find my way just fine, thank you though," she answered him. As several more boys offered to do various things for her, Hermione decided that she must be radiating magic, or something of the sort. Girls were not affected by it, Hermione discovered. Many of Hogwart's females were jealous. Hermione noticed that they kept shooting dirty looks across the hall at her. Hermione didn't feel guilty, after all, she had done nothing.
After Hermione had finished her toast, she stood up, and half of the boys in the hall did also. Harry took Hermione's arm, and they walked out of the Great Hall. They went back up to the common room to get their cloaks and the textbooks that they would need until their break. Then, together they headed towards their Herbology lesson.
***
When they finished their Herbology lesson, they walked out of the greenhouse, shivering. They looked skyward, and snowflakes fell softly upon their faces. Hermione thought that it was quite romantic, and she looked at Harry, who was grinning at her. Hermione almost grinned, but then she remembered what it would do...then, she thought, what the heck, and grinned at Harry. He wrapped his arms around her waist, but she was one step ahead of him- putting her arms around his neck, and lifted her face into the kiss. The snow fell around the two outside of Greenhouse 5, piling on their heads, but they hardly noticed; they were too wrapped up in the kiss. Hermione pulled away first, her face flushed, and her eyes bright. She sighed, and then hugged Harry. Maybe he hadn't completely recovered, or maybe...Maybe Harry had fallen under her spell. Hermione kissed Harry again, loving him more than ever, kissing him in the strange and glorious winter wonderland.
That night, Hermione wrote in her diary about the day's events:
January 5th, 2001
Dear Diary,
Today has been one of the best days of my life. As I told you in the second of last night's entries, Harry and I have stumbled across an ancient magic. It seems to draw the opposite sex to me when I smile. This morning at breakfast, males were surrounding me! I could not quite figure it out, and I still haven't, but maybe the magic is in my very blood. It seems to roll off my body in great clouds. Maybe it has been in my body my whole life, lurking there, like some unseen disease, until it was discovered in some way. What if it never goes away, Diary? What will I do? As much as it is wonderful, I do not want to be surrounded by men my entire life. As I have told you before, I want Harry, and only Harry. All of the others mean nothing to me. Even Ron, my dear friend, compared to my Harry, he is nothing. I do hope the others will understand if...Oh, Diary, I just had a disturbing thought. Maybe it was a good thing, but, what if the only reason that I was accepted into Hogwarts was because of my secret male attracting magic? I am a great deal happy that I was accepted, and that I have my own brand of magic, but I do not want that to be the only reason that I was accepted...Oh, Diary, you should see me. But if you somehow were able to, you would run away in fright, as I look a hellish state. I keep glancing at the door, expecting Seamus, or Dean, or somebody to come bursting through. Most of the girls are not very happy with me, as though I want all of these boys to flock around me. Diary, I must go to bed, now. The hour grows late, and I wish for sleep to come, though I doubt it will come soon, if at all this night. Good night, Diary.
Your friend, Hermione
*~*
The next day, Hermione tried not to pay attention to the male crowd that was starting to feel familiar to her. Every time she looked at Harry, or heard someone mention him, she had to wonder- did he have feelings for her? She wished she knew, for it was driving her out of her mind. By lunchtime, she was very worn out with worry, and wonder, and she was sick and tired of being followed around by almost all of Hogwarts's male population. It took all of her strength not to turn and yell at them all for bothering her. She knew that it was not their fault, though it was very hard to believe. By suppertime, she couldn't eat. She went to dinner though, because she knew that she had to make an appearance, or the teachers would suspect something if more than half of their students were missing. She didn't eat anything, however, she just sat at the table with her face in her hands. "Are you all right, Hermione?" Ron asked politely. When she didn't answer, he touched her arm. "Hermione?"
"Please, just leave me alone, Ron. I'm not feeling well." As soon as she said this, boys crowded around. "Can I get you something, Hermione?" Neville asked.
"Hermione, what's wrong? Do you need anything? Do you need to go to the hospital wing? Hermione?" Dennis Creevy, Colin's little brother, asked. Hermione stood up, and the crowd parted. She ran through, and up the stairs to Gryffindor tower. The confused boys stared after her, wide-eyed. "What was that all about?" Justin Finch-Fletchey wondered aloud. Nobody said anything. Suddenly, Harry stood up, and walked out of the Great Hall. Everybody went back to eating. Harry walked up to the portrait and said the password ("Weird Sisters"). The painting swung forward, and Harry walked in. He went up the staircase, and knocked on Hermione's dormitory door.
"Hermione? It's Harry. Can I come in?" He heard nothing, so he went in. One bed had the hangings drawn about, and Harry knew that it had to be Hermione's, because all of the other beds were empty. He walked up to it, and tugged on the hangings. They slid aside, and Harry looked down. Hermione was balled up under her covers, shaking. She wasn't crying, as far as Harry could tell, but he knew something was wrong. He climbed onto her bed, and shut the hangings, in case anyone decided to come in. Hermione buried her head under the pillow. He wrenched it out of her grasp, and made her look at him. Her face was tearstained, but she wasn't crying anymore. He gazed down at her, and didn't see the Hermione he was used to. Instead, he saw a smaller Hermione, a younger Hermione. She looked frightened, and there was not a trace of bossiness when she said, "Harry...I'm sorry, it got out of hand, I-" He cut her off. "It's all right. I don't exactly know what's going on here, but I do know that you need some rest. All of the guys down there have run you ragged, haven't they?" He moved closer to her. She nodded slowly. His arms encircled her into a hug. She knew that this was not part of the spell. This was Harry, the real Harry. He swept her hair back from her face, and looked in to her eyes. He kissed her gently on the cheek, and hugged her again. She felt the warmth of his embrace right in her very soul. She knew that this was sincere, and she found that it was much better than any kiss they had shared, because it was not her magic, it was him, and his soul. Sure, he like her as more than a friend, but he was not completely over Cho, and that would take him a while. Hermione understood, but that didn't mean that she liked it. However, she was prepared to wait for however long Harry needed to come to his senses, and she would be waiting with open arms.
A/N- What do you think? Please R/R, tell me whether I should just continue with it in this story, or should I make a sequel? I think that this story is too short, but you peeps need to tell me! Thanks! hugz
That morning at breakfast, Hermione found herself almost completely surrounded by the male sex. Even though she did nothing to attract them, she found that they were flocking to her like bees to a honeycomb. She found it quite pleasing. Harry was sitting across the table from her, and she noticed that he was looking at her with a heated stare, his face flushed. She thought that it was a bit odd, since she had not smiled, or anything of the sort, for she was being quite careful. "Harry, are you quite all right?" she asked tentatively. He just stared at her, his eyes radiating jealousy, as Seamus Finnigan offered to walk her to Herbology class, even though he was going to the same place. Hermione tore her gaze away from Harry long enough to look at Seamus. "No, Seamus, I think I can find my way just fine, thank you though," she answered him. As several more boys offered to do various things for her, Hermione decided that she must be radiating magic, or something of the sort. Girls were not affected by it, Hermione discovered. Many of Hogwart's females were jealous. Hermione noticed that they kept shooting dirty looks across the hall at her. Hermione didn't feel guilty, after all, she had done nothing.
After Hermione had finished her toast, she stood up, and half of the boys in the hall did also. Harry took Hermione's arm, and they walked out of the Great Hall. They went back up to the common room to get their cloaks and the textbooks that they would need until their break. Then, together they headed towards their Herbology lesson.
***
When they finished their Herbology lesson, they walked out of the greenhouse, shivering. They looked skyward, and snowflakes fell softly upon their faces. Hermione thought that it was quite romantic, and she looked at Harry, who was grinning at her. Hermione almost grinned, but then she remembered what it would do...then, she thought, what the heck, and grinned at Harry. He wrapped his arms around her waist, but she was one step ahead of him- putting her arms around his neck, and lifted her face into the kiss. The snow fell around the two outside of Greenhouse 5, piling on their heads, but they hardly noticed; they were too wrapped up in the kiss. Hermione pulled away first, her face flushed, and her eyes bright. She sighed, and then hugged Harry. Maybe he hadn't completely recovered, or maybe...Maybe Harry had fallen under her spell. Hermione kissed Harry again, loving him more than ever, kissing him in the strange and glorious winter wonderland.
That night, Hermione wrote in her diary about the day's events:
January 5th, 2001
Dear Diary,
Today has been one of the best days of my life. As I told you in the second of last night's entries, Harry and I have stumbled across an ancient magic. It seems to draw the opposite sex to me when I smile. This morning at breakfast, males were surrounding me! I could not quite figure it out, and I still haven't, but maybe the magic is in my very blood. It seems to roll off my body in great clouds. Maybe it has been in my body my whole life, lurking there, like some unseen disease, until it was discovered in some way. What if it never goes away, Diary? What will I do? As much as it is wonderful, I do not want to be surrounded by men my entire life. As I have told you before, I want Harry, and only Harry. All of the others mean nothing to me. Even Ron, my dear friend, compared to my Harry, he is nothing. I do hope the others will understand if...Oh, Diary, I just had a disturbing thought. Maybe it was a good thing, but, what if the only reason that I was accepted into Hogwarts was because of my secret male attracting magic? I am a great deal happy that I was accepted, and that I have my own brand of magic, but I do not want that to be the only reason that I was accepted...Oh, Diary, you should see me. But if you somehow were able to, you would run away in fright, as I look a hellish state. I keep glancing at the door, expecting Seamus, or Dean, or somebody to come bursting through. Most of the girls are not very happy with me, as though I want all of these boys to flock around me. Diary, I must go to bed, now. The hour grows late, and I wish for sleep to come, though I doubt it will come soon, if at all this night. Good night, Diary.
Your friend, Hermione
*~*
The next day, Hermione tried not to pay attention to the male crowd that was starting to feel familiar to her. Every time she looked at Harry, or heard someone mention him, she had to wonder- did he have feelings for her? She wished she knew, for it was driving her out of her mind. By lunchtime, she was very worn out with worry, and wonder, and she was sick and tired of being followed around by almost all of Hogwarts's male population. It took all of her strength not to turn and yell at them all for bothering her. She knew that it was not their fault, though it was very hard to believe. By suppertime, she couldn't eat. She went to dinner though, because she knew that she had to make an appearance, or the teachers would suspect something if more than half of their students were missing. She didn't eat anything, however, she just sat at the table with her face in her hands. "Are you all right, Hermione?" Ron asked politely. When she didn't answer, he touched her arm. "Hermione?"
"Please, just leave me alone, Ron. I'm not feeling well." As soon as she said this, boys crowded around. "Can I get you something, Hermione?" Neville asked.
"Hermione, what's wrong? Do you need anything? Do you need to go to the hospital wing? Hermione?" Dennis Creevy, Colin's little brother, asked. Hermione stood up, and the crowd parted. She ran through, and up the stairs to Gryffindor tower. The confused boys stared after her, wide-eyed. "What was that all about?" Justin Finch-Fletchey wondered aloud. Nobody said anything. Suddenly, Harry stood up, and walked out of the Great Hall. Everybody went back to eating. Harry walked up to the portrait and said the password ("Weird Sisters"). The painting swung forward, and Harry walked in. He went up the staircase, and knocked on Hermione's dormitory door.
"Hermione? It's Harry. Can I come in?" He heard nothing, so he went in. One bed had the hangings drawn about, and Harry knew that it had to be Hermione's, because all of the other beds were empty. He walked up to it, and tugged on the hangings. They slid aside, and Harry looked down. Hermione was balled up under her covers, shaking. She wasn't crying, as far as Harry could tell, but he knew something was wrong. He climbed onto her bed, and shut the hangings, in case anyone decided to come in. Hermione buried her head under the pillow. He wrenched it out of her grasp, and made her look at him. Her face was tearstained, but she wasn't crying anymore. He gazed down at her, and didn't see the Hermione he was used to. Instead, he saw a smaller Hermione, a younger Hermione. She looked frightened, and there was not a trace of bossiness when she said, "Harry...I'm sorry, it got out of hand, I-" He cut her off. "It's all right. I don't exactly know what's going on here, but I do know that you need some rest. All of the guys down there have run you ragged, haven't they?" He moved closer to her. She nodded slowly. His arms encircled her into a hug. She knew that this was not part of the spell. This was Harry, the real Harry. He swept her hair back from her face, and looked in to her eyes. He kissed her gently on the cheek, and hugged her again. She felt the warmth of his embrace right in her very soul. She knew that this was sincere, and she found that it was much better than any kiss they had shared, because it was not her magic, it was him, and his soul. Sure, he like her as more than a friend, but he was not completely over Cho, and that would take him a while. Hermione understood, but that didn't mean that she liked it. However, she was prepared to wait for however long Harry needed to come to his senses, and she would be waiting with open arms.
A/N- What do you think? Please R/R, tell me whether I should just continue with it in this story, or should I make a sequel? I think that this story is too short, but you peeps need to tell me! Thanks! hugz