I think I lost the hand at all this. Meh. 50th fic. You guys should really check out "I Don't Care" cause I kinda like it. Lol. XD
Disclaimer : No other couples besides Ron/Hermione. And I don't own them.
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Every time
And every time we touch, I feel the static.
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A shy glance.
She peers under her lashes.
A reproachful look.
Her eyebrows contort into a frown.
He smiles at her, a bit uncertain.
She smiles back at him.
He flushes.
She looks down at the same time –
He looks away.
She stands up and leaves her books on the table.
He looks at his mate,
Harry gives a jerk of his head, indicating he should follow.
She climbs out through the Portrait Hole and stands in the empty hall.
He hurries after her, and gets out just before the portrait swings shut.
Her brown eyes look at him and she smiles.
Blue eyes wide with marvel, he steps closer towards her.
She reaches out her hand and –
He takes it, their fingers twined.
"Hi, Ron," she says – voice a bit shaking, and cheeks flushed.
He leans down; his free hand stroking her cheek.
Tears threaten to fall from her eyes, her smile gentle.
He wiped the drops and shakes his head; he beams down at her.
She doesn't say anything; she only stares into his eyes –
And he into hers.
It was a tingling and marvelous feeling.
It felt like static; hands together and smiles blinding.
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Harry Potter smiles to himself, his friends finally saw each other clearly.
fin