No Big Deal

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.

A/N: I've never been terribly excited about this canon, but I just had a mad urge to write this and so I went with it. I've posted this before on a different account, I took it down but I felt it deserved to be given new life and uploaded again. It's set at Grimauld Place during the Deathly Hallows, and in Hermione's perspective.


I can hear him breathing; soft sighs that are irritating and yet somehow relaxing. So he's not asleep yet, I deduct. Because when he's really asleep he snores, and there is a large difference between this minor wheeze and his snores.

His hand knocks against mine, and then freezes awkwardly. I sigh internally, an accident.

I egg myself on, just do it! Come on! It's no big deal! You've held hands with Harry loads of times!

But Harry's not the same at all.

With Ron it's different, unique, special; with Ron there is something so much more. Something Harry and I could never have.

It's like… when I'm around him I can feel anticipation in the air, and a sudden tightness in my chest, which reminds me of a spring that is about to be unleashed.

I can feel this strange sensation now, and I wonder if he feels it too. I think he does, I've noticed that sometimes when we're alone his shoulders stiffen, or his chest moves more rapidly as he breathes, and once I swore his pupils dilated as our eyes locked. And surely he has to feel it? It's such an intense feeling for me; surely it can't go unnoticed on his part?

But what if he doesn't feel the same way?

That's the constant nagging thought that prevents me from taking his hand now. That thought brings about a stabbing pain in my stomach and the tightness in my chest intensifies.

I want so badly to warm my hand in his, maybe that will unleash the spring.

Hermione, don't be a chicken.

I decide to risk it, and my fingers stretch out for his.

And at the same time his stretch out for mine.

We clasp fingers awkwardly; afraid to move unless the other thinks we're withdrawing.

So he can feel it! He does feel is! He is feeling it!

The spring is released, giddy happiness replaces it's place in my chest, which is almost painful, yet pleasant, and I'm unable to stop smiling.


Thank-you so much for reading this, this is just a drabble and there won't be any more. A review would be greatly appreciated!