Third shot! To the face! Thank you to those who reviewed, it makes me happy to see people enjoy what I post.

The cold stone rested against Harry's cheek as he laid there in the corridor, bound by Romilda's spell. Although his arms were not bound as his legs were, he simply could not find the strength to lift them as his mind recovered from the blow his head received from the floor.

He had not heard of the spell Romilda used before, and despite the situation which it was shown to him in, he wanted to test it out. The way the spell moved troubled him slightly, from the way it moved Harry deducted that it acted through the wand movements, hence the twitching and the energy put into the spell, hence the slow movement.

Although Romilda was acting against him, Harry could not truly fault her for her actions. She had most likely made a mistake in a potion she made and tested on herself he reasoned. The Romilda he had known from his Sixth year. Although obsessive she had never done anything which would remotely harm him.

He held back a snort as he reminded himself that love potions were considered Malicious. Physically harm him he corrected himself. From in front of him, he heard the tell tale signs of walking. It was now or never Harry reasoned as he pressed his palms to the stone paver floor intent on at least giving himself a window of opportunity to get away without physically harming Romilda.

Now at a decent level of elevation Harry tilted his head backwards, allowing him to see the place Romilda had been standing. As it was, she was no longer standing in the same place, no where in his immediate sight as it were. The Obvious answer became apparent instantly, and Harry pushed hard against his right hand, allowing him to tumble to his left and onto his back.

Romilda stood at his feet, gazing down into his eyes, behind her eyes Harry identified two things, Obsession and Lust, a rather dangerous combination. His eyes were soon drawn to her right hand, which held her wand; it was level with his chest again.

He had two options. One, stay still and hope that she didn't curse him again. Or two try and get the wand off her…while on the receiving end of it… and with shackles on his feet.

He chose option two.

In a single fluent motion, Harry twisted his body onto its side and swung his legs backwards; hooking Romilda's left leg with his ankles. With the single motion, Harry threw Romilda off balance and sent her tumbling backwards. But alas, his action was not the only to have been done.

"Hebeto-umerus" murmured Romilda neutrally.

From the tip of her wand a burst of pink energy erupted and struck Harry's body, smothering him in its magic. As the light faded away, a pink residue was upon Harry's shoulders, slowly seeping through his clothing.

Without paying the spell any attention Harry rolled onto his stomach and pushed off against the ground. Or at least tried to, his upper arms seemed to not want to move at all, the most he could get out of them was a shuddering twitch. His lower arms however were fully active, although a lot of good that did, without power in his upper arms they were useless.

His back was his best bet he reasoned, moments before he rolled over once again, onto his back. A quick glance to Romilda told Harry that she was still reeling from the fall. For some reason it seemed to take her even longer then it had taken him to recover.

'Must be a girl thing.' He reasoned, putting it to the fact that female bodies were not as resilient to damage as males were.

He had wasted enough time he decided, with a single swing of his upper body; Harry was brought to a sitting up position. With a twist of his lower body he was brought to his knees. And with a final sway he was on his feet, bound at the ankles and dead at the shoulders, but on his feet at least.

It no longer mattered if Romilda was aware that he was on his feet, all that mattered was getting away from her and back to Slughorn's office. At the very least he could defend Harry until whatever happened to Romilda wore off. And the most brew up an antidote for her.

A nagging doubt lingered in the back of his mind, which reasoned that it was not Romilda who needed curing, but he Harry who needed it. The feeling had never been wrong before, and this wasn't going to be the time it was.

"No!" Romilda cried out in a pained voice as she finally woke from her brief laps in concentration.

Dread filled Harry and he cursed himself under his breath. He was thinking too much when actions needed to be taken, like running away from the bewitched Romilda. He resolved at that point to do less thinking in the future and more doing. He was unable to walk, but he was still able to jump.

And so he did.

As he began hopping towards the potions room he heard Romilda shout a distinctive jinx from behind him.

"Petrificus Totalus!"

With a quick lunge to the right Harry evaded the 'spray' of grey lines which would have frozen his limbs completely. An odd satisfaction came at the sound of Romilda's lust filled self howling in anger as her jinx missed. Instead of another spell Romilda chose to go about things the old fashion way.

Clutching her wand in her right hand she began to run towards Harry as fast as she could. Which was significantly faster then what Harry could manage with his fast-as-possible-hopping.

With no distance between her and her target Romilda launched her body at Harry's ensnaring her arms around Harry's waist and dragging him down to the ground from his mid hop. Both bodies fell to the ground instantly, although Romilda's upper body had the comfort of Harry's back to soften the blow, for the second time in a few minutes, Harry's front had been subjected to a full stone cold blow.

Harry scowled into the stone; he had really started to hate the stone floors. For one thing they were cold, for a second they smelled, for a third, they were dirty. Where his face had struck the harsh pavers a gash had formed. He could already feel his blood oozing out of the wound. Just thinking of the crap that was on the floor made Harry worry about infections.

The pressure from Romilda's body on his lower back became apparent when she squirmed against him for a moment, before the pressure vanished entirely. A sigh of relief almost escaped his lips as a pair of hands tugged on his right shoulder and turned him onto his back. The relief was gone quite quickly as the weight returned to his stomach.

Daring to look, Harry sighted Romilda straddling his lower stomach. Uncomfortably close to his pelvis. Turning his eyes to Romilda's own, He was surprised to see something new in her eyes, they had become feral looking, the Lust and obsession was still there, they were simply pushed back slightly behind the violet.

A throaty growl escaped Romilda's lips as Harry squirmed slightly under her. For a moment he marvelled at how much like the large cats he had seen on TV at the Dursleys' it sounded like. As the growl faded away Harry made to move again. Only this time instead of just a growl, Romilda barred her teeth at Harry and snarled angrily.

"Well at least now I know why you were sorted into Gryffindor" he joked weakly as he stopped moving.

It seemed to be one of the right things to say as Romilda's disposition changed slightly. Instead of the dare he say it- 'dominating' personality she had exhibited, a more curious side was shown.

'Right flattery is a good thing' Harry thought to himself as Romilda tilted her head to the right and smiled happily.

"You have a nice smile you know." He murmured hesitantly.

For a moment, he thought he had made a bad move as her smile faded away and she placed her hands beside his head. Slowly she leaned down until both her and Harry's nose were mere millimetres apart. Her tinted eyes stared into Harry's calculatingly until-A smile broke out on Romilda's face as she leaned backwards slightly.

Relief spread through Harry's body, or at least it did until Romilda chose to do something else. His body seized up automatically as Romilda laid her body down on top of his wrapping her arms around his neck.

Harry became painstakingly aware of what was under her robes as she pressed her body down against his. His attention was particularly drawn to the extra mass pushing against his upper chest. Romilda's face was right above his, she was slowly leaning down with her eyes closed. Harry knew what she wanted, and he didn't want to give it to her.

Turning his head to the left and moving his lips out of Romilda's reach he spoke.

"Romilda, I like you but-" He began but was cut off as a deeper growl escaped Romilda's lips. It was a warning, from her to him. If he didn't do what she wanted he would get hurt. And in his current state, there was almost nothing he could do about it. But it didn't mean he had to like the fact.

Instead of cleaning back or biting him, she did something most unexpected. Romilda's tongue slipped out of her mouth as her lips neared his cheek. The tip of the moist instrument pressed against the bottom of the gash on Harry's cheek, making him wince in pain as the acidic saliva touched his raw flesh.

A hiss escaped his lips as the rest of Romilda's tongue followed, scraping against the bloody patch on his cheek. The burning sensation of Romilda's saliva cleaning the wound made Harry shudder slightly only stopping as the flares of pain dulled into simple throbbing.

Instead of attempting to do anything to Harry, it seemed Romilda was content finally. With a small stretch Romilda slid down Harry's body slightly, eliciting an involuntary shudder. With a small sigh of content Romilda rested her head against Harry's chest, nuzzling it gently as she attempted to rest atop her captive.

A sigh of different beginnings escaped Harry's lips as he thought about his current predicament.

He was almost completely helpless in one of the most dangerous places in the castle. Not the location itself but the people who inhabitant it. He was pretty much a captive on the girl on top of him. It seemed there was little logical sense in Romilda's clouded mind. If there was Harry was absolutely certain that Romilda would have realised that she was molesting him and she would have stopped…Right? She was a Gryffindor after all, despite being more then a little devious.

"Most guys' would kill to be in this situation." Harry mused out loud.

It seemed Romilda had heard Harry's murmur, for she turned her head from its resting state until her mouth was upon Harry's chest, where she bit down, hard. A startle yelp escaped Harry's lips as the stinging pain from the bite struck him.

Harry was put on guard instantly as in the aftermath of his pain induced yelp a chuckle sounded out from the shadows of the corridor. Romilda must have also heard the chuckle as she pushed off Harry quickly and turned her head to the shadows. Just as an incantation was on her lips something in the shadows moved.

"Cassis Retineo." intoned out a feminine voice.

Instead of a bright flash, a white dot appeared within the shadows, apparently on the tip of the wand. Upon Romilda's chest a similar dot appeared almost instantly. The effects of the spell were obvious in the moments after. The first white dot rocketed off from its position on the tip of the shadow covered persons wand and soared straight at Romilda.

Neither she nor Harry had time to contemplate the spell as the white dot exploded into a series of interwoven lines resembling a spider's web. As the lines made contact with Romilda's skin they clang tightly to her like a second skin. The edges of the web continued past Romilda and amazingly pulled her body along with them, sending her flying backwards until she hit one of the corridors walls.

The web-like spell constricted instantly, acting as a cocoon and gluing her to the wall, immobile. Harry winced slightly at the sound of Romilda's body slamming against the wall. But it was the least of his concerned at that moment. The spell was way above the abilities of anyone below the sixth year. Not to say it was impossible for anyone younger to do it, just that the spell was concentration intensive, without concentrating there would be no web, only a white dot which did nothing at all.

The person who still in the shadows, but Harry could hear their soft foot steps as they walked casually closer to him. His mind instantly began to race at the possibilities of who it was. Teachers were crossed off the list instantly; they wouldn't have used a spell which may cause a student physical harm. Hufflepuff's wouldn't be caught dead down in the dungeons after hours. Well they may be dead, but the body wouldn't be found.

A Ravenclaw student could definitely muster the concentration to pull off the spell. But the same problem came as before, why would they be down in the dungeons? Another Gryffindor perhaps? No they wouldn't have cursed one of their own.

A wince escaped Harry as he effectively narrowed it down to the Slytherin house.

The person's voice was distinctively feminine which ruled out MOST of the boys in the house. Pansy Parkinson and Millicent Bullstrode didn't have the intelligence to cast the spell. For some reason he automatically ruled out anyone below the seventh year, an action which caused him to panic slightly. There was a single other girl, and by whatever deity's existed he hoped it wasn't her.

"My, my, my, what a predicament you've gotten yourself into Potter." The girl exclaimed casually in her siren like voice.

Harry winced, he knew who it was, and it filled him with dread.

I bet you can't guess who she is...well yuo most likely can since I slashed alot of possibilities off the list.