Can't Take It Anymore
It was just past midnight on a Friday and Hermione Granger was still awake, sitting in the common room, studying. Or so she wanted everyone to believe, what she wanted him to believe. She sat there alone, book in
lap, looking at it every time "he" looked up. She hadn't actually read a word in over an hour, she did however turn the page occasionally. Everyday was the same as the last, she would grab her books and sit in the
common room staring at him until he got up and headed off to bed. She remembers clear as day the very moment she fell in love with him. It was just last year, she was sitting in the Great Hall, studying (for real),
when he and his brother walked in, big grins on their faces, vials in hand, she warned them, "It won't work." she said, but they didn't listen. It was the very moment he disagreed with her that she felt her heart skip a
beat. She knew she was hooked as she watched him fighting on the ground with his brother. He was just so cute when he was angry. Now one year later she was completely in love, but to shy to tell him, so, she
stared.
Hermione had been sitting there for over four hours that night and she was sure that he had caught her at least six times already, but she no longer cared, she hoped he would figure it out and that he would feel the
same. She finally stopped looking away when he would look at her, not even turning away when Ron and Harry said goodnight, barely even saying it back to them. The longer she stared at him, the longer she prayed
it would give her the courage to walk over there and tell him how she felt. So far, it wasn't working very well. He looked up again, she kept staring, her face neutral. They must have sat like that for five minutes before
finally something happened, but not on her end.
"That's it, I can't take it anymore." Fred yelled out at the same time that he jumped from his chair on the other side of the common room. He started towards Hermione, talking as he went.
"Everyday, every bloody night, you sit there with your book in your lap, studying, but I know, I know very well you're not studying, you barely even look at it, except to turn the page. You stare, and you watch, and you
make no sound, no movement. And I look back at you and you look away, but not now, now you stare into my eyes, and I can't take it. I see you everyday walking through the halls, sitting in the Great Hall and now I
even follow you to your classes, did you know that? I get so anxious waiting for you to sit down with your books and not even read them. I get so tired at night trying so hard to stay up as long as possible just to
have you look at me. But now, it's not enough. I need more than just a look. I need more from you Hermione. I need it all."
He reached her then, lifting her from her chair, and he kissed her. It was soft and slow, timid, afraid he had read her wrong. But then she responded, wrapping her arms around his neck, his around her waist, lifting
her onto her tip toes. Neither letting go, neither stopping the kiss, even as those left in the common room shouted and cheered, making cat calls and waking the rest of the house. They didn't care, they now had each
other.
"Well it's about bloody time." Harry said, walking back into the common room with Ron after being woken up by all the yelling. Ron just stood there, mouth open, eyes wide. Fred and Hermione kept on kissing.
THE END