Sweet Seduction

Green eyes looked up to meet brown ones. And they knew that something was wrong.

It all began on Halloween.

Harry Potter was walking down the corridor with his two best friends, Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger. It was a holiday and all three had skipped the ritual trip to Hogsmeade. Being a holiday meant no school robes or school bags.

"Let's do something," said Ron.

"Sure, as long as it doesn't involve eating anything," said Harry.

"Let's go to the library and make some more badges for S.P.E.W.," said Hermione.

Harry and Ron looked at each other but before Harry could say anything, his best friend said, "Hey! That looks like Luna there. I'll just check what she's doing," and skidded out of sight.

Unable to say no to his other best friend, Harry was left to study with Hermione in the library. They collected their books and were walking down the corridor when who should turn up but the incredibly evil Slytherin, Draco Malfoy.

"Well, well. It's Potty and the Mudblood. Looks like you're sharing her with the Weasel. Well I always wondered what your tastes were, Scarhead."

"Lay off, Malfoy, or your mother will have to scrape you off the floor."

"We'll see who has to be scraped off the floor," said the blonde, drawing out his wand, the same time the Gryffindor did.

"Arexia sempera"

"Bareto basteta"

"Noooo..."screamed Hermione and while trying to protect Harry, she caught the spell herself.

Before falling, green eyes met brown eyes. And they knew that something was wrong.

In the Hospital wing

Harry sat staring quietly at the still form on the bed. 'Oh God, please don't let anything happen to her.'

Madam Pomfrey had been very grim when she had first seen Hermione. It had been nearly six hours since the incident, though during the last visit the school nurse had seemed pleased about something, which our hero could not fathom. He was too caught up with Hermione to know

And with every passing second he remembered Hermione's ways, how her eyes lit up when she saw him, how her face shined when he was near, how her cheeks turned red when she blushed, how cute she looked when she was flustered, how breathless he got when she looked at him, brown eyes at green, green eyes into brown, deep calm pools in which he wished to drown himself, forever and ever to come...

And that's when he realized it. He was in love with her. Harry was in love with Hermione. It was as simple as that.

Oh why hadn't he realized it before? Why so late when he was losing her. It had been many hours since those eyes had shut and they showed no inclination of opening.

Hot tears stung his eyes. He could not afford to lose her. Not after he knew.

Maybe if I kissed her, she might wake up from the spell like Sleeping Beauty. Maybe it might help.

Slowly and steadily, he edged closer. And closer to those lips. Red and inviting. Still and ...no, not dead. Slowly and steadily. Closer and closer. Each moment was agony.

A hand moved forwards to brush aside a stray tress, another to caress a cheek. The cold touch made him shudder and urge him to warm her up. And so he did.

Lips met lips, hesitating at first, then boldly and then urgently. At first there was no response but then a touch, a pressure, a parting and a lick. She was kissing him back.

His warmth was spreading, bringing life to her, urging her to give back what she took. Passion as he had never felt before streamed through his body, kiss after kiss.

His eyes searched for hers. Green eyes met brown eyes and they asked. Her lips answered him.