Harry Potter and the Scarlet Beetle lncident

By Penmom

Author's Notes: (1) Should be the next to the last chapter - enjoy this one. (2) This incident takes places in the winter of Harry's seventh year at Hogwarts. (3) This as sort of a Buffy version of Harry (4) Sorry for the typos - I'm writing late at night!

Chapter 6

Martyrdom

Hermione could actually feel her brain trying to wrap around the newfound information. It was simply impossible. There was just too much swirling around her - the incredible arousal, the explosive attraction to Harry, the embarrassment of Fred and George seeing her --- them this way, the revelation that the only way to cease this madness was to give in to it. It was simply too much.

Her most coherent thought was to get away as gracefully as possible under the circumstances. He reached behind her clutching Harry's hand as she commanded, "Apparate Harry, go back."

And while Harry, having consumed at least twice the number of candies as she, was in a bad way, he did as he was told and they were back in the common room in a flash.

No one would ever accuse Hermione Granger of being a shrinking violet and she wasn't about to start now. As soon as they were back on solid ground, she pulled her hapless suitor toward to door leading to her prefect's suite. As soon as she could get them safely away from any unwelcome caller, she'd feel better. After all it was just Harry. All six foot one inches of muscle and sinew. Yes, it was just Harry, with the killer green eyes and the smile to die for... Oh, how many of those damned things did she eat!

When the door shut she quickly murmured a locking incantation and then simply gave up. She knew her potions and there was no escaping this one.

She left go of Harry's hand and turned with her back against the door. There stood Harry gazing at her as if she were a glass of water to ease his thirst but he didn't make a move toward her. His hands were shaking with want, and he was just standing there, the daft boy.

"Harry, what's the matter?"

She asked her question twice more before he blinked. His voice sounded deeper when he answered. "'Mione, if I touch you again, I don't think I'll be about to control myself. You need to leave, leave now. Please..."

She rolled her eyes at his characteristic martyrdom. It seemed that aphrodisiacs made her impatient. She could give him a good swift kick in the ---.

"Harry, No. We've got to see this to the end and now."

He licked his dry lips and spoke again, "But "Mione ---" He didn't complete his plea before she launched herself into his arms once more.

TBC