It had been 3 days since Hermione had seen Gaston, not that she
needed to see him or anything, she was just curious of his whereabouts.
Remembering Gaston always made her feel weak, as though overcome by a (no
pun intended) powerful spell. Just at that moment, she noticed a tall,
handsome figure striding towards her. "Speak of the Devil", she thought.
"Ahh Hermione, Just the one I wanted to see. And may I say, you're looking as lovely as ever today."
Despite how hard she tried not to, Hermione felt herself flush. "Th-thank you Gaston." She stuttered.
Gaston's eyes locked on to her for a few moments until he seemed to shake himself back to reality. "Anyways Hermione, I happen to know you're quite the wiz at charms, is this true?"
"Well, I'm alright I guess." She lied. She ruled at Charms, and she knew it. Modesty was what was expected anyways, so why not play along to be polite.
"Beautiful AND modest! My my you're quite the package aren't you?" He winked one of his famous brown eyes at her and gave her an award winning smile. "Well Hermione my dear, I'm having difficulty with the latest essay Professor Flitwick assigned. Will you meet me in my dormitory to help me with it tonight, say 8 ish? It would mean a lot to me." He pouted and looked her into her eyes once again.
"Of course I'll help you." Hermione replied warmly.
"Great. It's a date." He whispered. And with that, he was on his way.
Hermione smiled in spite of herself and went to class, highly anticipating her study session with Gaston.
Her next class was transfiguration, in which she had Harry and Ron as her classmates. "Hey Mione" Harry suavely pulled her into his arms and kissed her while in a dip.
"My my, aren't we debonair today?" she teased.
"O yah, Harry's the smoothest guy on the planet." Ron said while rolling his eyes.
"You know it." Replied Harry, and outstretched his hand to lean on the table.one that wasn't close enough in his reach.
*KLONK*
*laughter*
"O yah, laughed Hermione, real smooth."
Harry returned to his feet within a few moments. "Yah" he said coolly, "but you love me anyways."
"More then anything." Hermione responded, with a genuine smile across her face.
"Now class, class settle down." Professor McGonagall had entered the classroom. "Mr. Potter, Ms. Granger. If you'd be so kind as to find your seats, we could then begin my lesson. Now, today we will be turning flobberworms into bean bag chairs."
That night, Hermione returned to her dormitory at 7:30 to prepare for, well, to prepare for later she guessed. She looked into her mirror. She had grown into a young woman over the years. Her teeth were no longer bucked and she had learned to manage her normally unruly hair. She had certainly grown a few inches, and seemed to fill out in all the right places, which by the way she was incredibly pleased about. She finished bringing a brush through her hair, gathered her charms books, and was off to Gaston's room. He shared a 6th year dormitory with some boys she didn't particularly know, but she knew it was the next one over from Harry's. She arrived at the door and knocked on it several times before it was answered by Gaston him self. "Welcome Hermione!" He swept his arm around as if to show her his room. The first thing she noticed was that there was no one else there at the moment. The second thing was that it was quite dim. She pushed both of these to the back of her mind.
"Well," she answered. "Let's get started then, shall we?"
"Yes, I think we should." and so he let her in.
Hermione sat down on an empty bed with her charm book and started to read aloud:
"The spell "Accio" originated in the 1200 century England when a witch was trying to swear at her husband who'd committed adultery that evening. In the mist of her fury and swearing, she tried to scream, "You are such an ass Niefy!" But through her muffled sobs she screamed "Accio knife" causing a blade to fly at his heart."
Hermione was interrupted by the feeling of eyes upon her. Sure enough, Gaston was sitting content, gazing at her.
"What are you staring at?" she asked, feeling slightly uncomfortable.
"Oh," stammered Gaston, "It's just, this is a lot of information and I need you to help me contemplate it."
"Oh, alright then." Hermione said, and put down her book.
Gaston chuckled. "Hold on, you've got something on your face." He said gently, and brushed a thumb lightly against her cheek, leaving it there longer then necessary. They stared into each other's eyes and slowly leaned inward, and soon their lips had met. All thoughts of Charms flooded out of her mind as Gaston's lips captured hers. He embraced her and ran his fingers through her hair. He placed his hand on her shoulder and had it slide down her arm, finding the buttons of her shirt. He stopped and looked at her questioningly, slowly starting to undo the shirt, but Hermione didn't care. In fact, she didn't care about anything anymore. She was lost in a state of obliviousness, not understanding what was even going on. Within minutes the clothes had been removed and Gaston's hands were caressing Hermione naked back, them still in a serious battle of whose lips could be more fierce. She looked in to the face of her love. "Harry", she whispered, "I love you so much, Harry." At this, Gaston laughed a pleased yet evil laugh. His plan had worked, o how the Dark Lord would be pleased. Hermione however did not hear the menacing laughter. She only saw the face of her one and only returning her deep feelings for her in return. She felt her insides smile.
Light peaked over the horizon as Hermione opened her eyes, only to see herself secure with none other than Gaston. She shot up out of bed and looked around for anyone, anything that would make sense. Nope, nothing. "Aw shit." She whispered with fury, enraged with her own being. She ran out of the dormitory as fast as her feet could take her, clutching a sheet around her naked body.
Author's note: wooohooo Hermione was "wooed" by Gaston's devious plan, and who wouldn't be? Lol O and I have NOOOO idea about the spell "Accio" but wasn't my explanation clever?! Lol
"Ahh Hermione, Just the one I wanted to see. And may I say, you're looking as lovely as ever today."
Despite how hard she tried not to, Hermione felt herself flush. "Th-thank you Gaston." She stuttered.
Gaston's eyes locked on to her for a few moments until he seemed to shake himself back to reality. "Anyways Hermione, I happen to know you're quite the wiz at charms, is this true?"
"Well, I'm alright I guess." She lied. She ruled at Charms, and she knew it. Modesty was what was expected anyways, so why not play along to be polite.
"Beautiful AND modest! My my you're quite the package aren't you?" He winked one of his famous brown eyes at her and gave her an award winning smile. "Well Hermione my dear, I'm having difficulty with the latest essay Professor Flitwick assigned. Will you meet me in my dormitory to help me with it tonight, say 8 ish? It would mean a lot to me." He pouted and looked her into her eyes once again.
"Of course I'll help you." Hermione replied warmly.
"Great. It's a date." He whispered. And with that, he was on his way.
Hermione smiled in spite of herself and went to class, highly anticipating her study session with Gaston.
Her next class was transfiguration, in which she had Harry and Ron as her classmates. "Hey Mione" Harry suavely pulled her into his arms and kissed her while in a dip.
"My my, aren't we debonair today?" she teased.
"O yah, Harry's the smoothest guy on the planet." Ron said while rolling his eyes.
"You know it." Replied Harry, and outstretched his hand to lean on the table.one that wasn't close enough in his reach.
*KLONK*
*laughter*
"O yah, laughed Hermione, real smooth."
Harry returned to his feet within a few moments. "Yah" he said coolly, "but you love me anyways."
"More then anything." Hermione responded, with a genuine smile across her face.
"Now class, class settle down." Professor McGonagall had entered the classroom. "Mr. Potter, Ms. Granger. If you'd be so kind as to find your seats, we could then begin my lesson. Now, today we will be turning flobberworms into bean bag chairs."
That night, Hermione returned to her dormitory at 7:30 to prepare for, well, to prepare for later she guessed. She looked into her mirror. She had grown into a young woman over the years. Her teeth were no longer bucked and she had learned to manage her normally unruly hair. She had certainly grown a few inches, and seemed to fill out in all the right places, which by the way she was incredibly pleased about. She finished bringing a brush through her hair, gathered her charms books, and was off to Gaston's room. He shared a 6th year dormitory with some boys she didn't particularly know, but she knew it was the next one over from Harry's. She arrived at the door and knocked on it several times before it was answered by Gaston him self. "Welcome Hermione!" He swept his arm around as if to show her his room. The first thing she noticed was that there was no one else there at the moment. The second thing was that it was quite dim. She pushed both of these to the back of her mind.
"Well," she answered. "Let's get started then, shall we?"
"Yes, I think we should." and so he let her in.
Hermione sat down on an empty bed with her charm book and started to read aloud:
"The spell "Accio" originated in the 1200 century England when a witch was trying to swear at her husband who'd committed adultery that evening. In the mist of her fury and swearing, she tried to scream, "You are such an ass Niefy!" But through her muffled sobs she screamed "Accio knife" causing a blade to fly at his heart."
Hermione was interrupted by the feeling of eyes upon her. Sure enough, Gaston was sitting content, gazing at her.
"What are you staring at?" she asked, feeling slightly uncomfortable.
"Oh," stammered Gaston, "It's just, this is a lot of information and I need you to help me contemplate it."
"Oh, alright then." Hermione said, and put down her book.
Gaston chuckled. "Hold on, you've got something on your face." He said gently, and brushed a thumb lightly against her cheek, leaving it there longer then necessary. They stared into each other's eyes and slowly leaned inward, and soon their lips had met. All thoughts of Charms flooded out of her mind as Gaston's lips captured hers. He embraced her and ran his fingers through her hair. He placed his hand on her shoulder and had it slide down her arm, finding the buttons of her shirt. He stopped and looked at her questioningly, slowly starting to undo the shirt, but Hermione didn't care. In fact, she didn't care about anything anymore. She was lost in a state of obliviousness, not understanding what was even going on. Within minutes the clothes had been removed and Gaston's hands were caressing Hermione naked back, them still in a serious battle of whose lips could be more fierce. She looked in to the face of her love. "Harry", she whispered, "I love you so much, Harry." At this, Gaston laughed a pleased yet evil laugh. His plan had worked, o how the Dark Lord would be pleased. Hermione however did not hear the menacing laughter. She only saw the face of her one and only returning her deep feelings for her in return. She felt her insides smile.
Light peaked over the horizon as Hermione opened her eyes, only to see herself secure with none other than Gaston. She shot up out of bed and looked around for anyone, anything that would make sense. Nope, nothing. "Aw shit." She whispered with fury, enraged with her own being. She ran out of the dormitory as fast as her feet could take her, clutching a sheet around her naked body.
Author's note: wooohooo Hermione was "wooed" by Gaston's devious plan, and who wouldn't be? Lol O and I have NOOOO idea about the spell "Accio" but wasn't my explanation clever?! Lol