I've finally got my muse back!!!!
I know it's been forever since I've updated and thanks to everyone who's reviewed and emailed me about updating, it's been hard to catch my muse ever since my son deleted about 10 chapters of this story off my hard drive. Anyway here's a little bit, about 3 pages out of the 40 I have written so far for the next chapter, I'm just tweaking parts and I'm trying to find a beta reader for it so… let me shut up!
Looking around, Harry quickly located Hermione's bed. It was situated along the far wall under a window. The moonlight shone brightly, making it easier for Harry to navigate his way through the room. Just as he stopped at the side of Hermione's bed Harry started having second thoughts. Maybe he was just going through a phase? Maybe it was all in his head?
Shaking his head, he turned around, "Congratulations Harry," he whispered to himself, "You've finally reached the epitome of paranoia." Walking to the door, Harry closed his eyes. In a flash he saw Malfoy's silver eyes as he felt himself engulfed in a hot, wet mouth…
Hell no, this definitely wasn't paranoia. Something was seriously wrong with him. Walking quickly back, he bent down over Hermione sleeping form and shook her shoulder, "I think Malfoy cursed me." He said when he saw her eyes flutter slowly open.
"What?" rubbing her eyes Hermione tried to sit up.
Sitting down on the edge of the bed Harry ran his hands through his hair, "I think Malfoy put a curse on me that day during the fight."
The room got brighter as the passing clouds revealed the full moon making Hermione suddenly aware of their position as the light glistened off Harry's shirtless chest, "What to you mean?" Pulling the covers up under her arms she scrunched up her face in a thoughtful way.
"I mean everything's been off since that day." He was exasperated. "My magic is stalling by seconds and every night I-" suddenly he stoped, hesitating. Hermione is like a sister to him these subjects weren't ever broached between them often.
Now completely curious, Hermione pushes "Every night you what?"
"I…" Suddenly aware of his state of dress Harry looks around for something to cover himself with as he wraps his arms around his body, shivering.
Hermione crawled down the length of the bed to the cedar chest that's sitting at the foot of the bed. Harry averts his eyes away from Hermione as the light catches her upper thighs as she opens the chest and pulls out a blanket.
Handing it to Harry she tries again. "You what?"
Wrapping the blanket around himself he glances at the door. Playing with the fringe of the blanket he blows out a breath, "I've been having dreams…" lowering his voice he whispers barely audible, "Sex dream."
"Huh" straining to hear Harry she missed what he'd mumbled.
"Sex dreams," Harry says a little louder, just barely.
Eyes widening Hermione sat back, "I see." Looking at Harry with a mixture of confusion and amusement "And you've…never had them before?"
"Hermione," Harry whispers loudly in a hysterical way, "I'm not talking about your random run of the mill wet dreams. I'm talking about extremely intense, mind blowing, hot and sweaty, SEX dreams…about Malfoy!!!"
Hermione's mouth snapped shut with an audible click. Although during Harry's rant she was on the verge of cracking up with laughter now, seeing the wild look in her friend's eye and the desperate look he was giving her she remembered noticing when he'd arrived that afternoon that he did look a little worn down.
"You've been having sex dreams about Malfoy," now completely concerned she leaned forward, "every night since the fight and your magic isn't acting right?"
Nodding Harry stood up and started to pace, dragging the blanket with him. "Yes, my wandless magic is dragging by seconds and when I try to work the magical appliances at home everything goes haywire." Stopping to look at Hermione he continued, " I tried to open the cooler and the thing started acting possessed."
"Have you told Sirius or Remus?"
"Are you kidding, they'd tease me about the dreams, then ship me off to St Mungos for a checkup."
"Maybe that's what you need-"
"No, I can't go back there," Harry shuddered after the war he'd been holed up in the intensive care ward after he'd been put in a coma for a week after the final battle as his magic regenerated. He tough Madame Pomfrey was bad, apparently the healers in St. Mungos didn't budge an inch when it came to recovery, he hadn't even been allowed to go to the bathroom without informing the nurses. "Maybe we can find a counter to what ever he put on me."
Herminone swung her legs over the side of the bed and reached for her bathrobe that was on the chair by her bed. "I've never heard of a curse like this before," walking across the room she flipped on the light switch before turning towards her bookshelf and started running her fingers across the columns of books. "It must be classified under embarrassing or humiliating hexes, because I think he's trying to break you in some sort of twisted way."
Harry followed Hermione over to her bookshelf and pulling the chair away from the desk that was next to the bookshelf sat down, "That's just his style."
"Be that as it may, from what I heard about the fight you both let of blasts of magic and I think I heard something about Draco being a veela or something maybe he used a veela hex on you?"
"Oh great now he's using creature magic on me," Harry put his head in his hands resting his elbows on his knees."
"It might not be, but we might have to go the wizrading library if we don't find anything here, I have a lot of tomes but not everything."
Sighing Harry lifted his head and giving a little smile, "Anything worth a try." Smiling back Hermione pulled two books from the shelf and handing one to Harry took a seat on the floor next to him and the two started flipping through the pages.