I wanted to do a slightly unusual paring. So I decided on Hermione and Victor Krum. One Shot.
Disclaimer: ALthough I wish I did, I do not own Harry Potter. Only God knows what would have happened to the plot if I did!!
Enjoy:
Holding his hand, staring into his eyes, feeling his lips on hers; nothing can prepare a lover for that first kiss. She'd been scared first. She'd never kissed before, who'd kiss her? Her, the geek, with her bushy brown hair and funny teeth? They'd never considered her like that.
He had. He hadn't known her. He didn't feel that he needed to know her to love her.
Was it love? She wandered.
Love that made her heart race.
She could remember it clearly. They had gone outside to cool their faces in the chilly winter air. It was good to get away from the crowds and just be alone. Just be alone with him.
She had let her dress catch up snow as she walked with his arm around her waist. His strong grip and masculine arms. She could feel her heart racing.
They had found a spot in the bushes, somewhere private. They had talked to begin with. She did most of the talking; he just listened. He was a good listener. Better than Harry or Ron.
Suddenly, she was talking about them. Her feelings were coming out and she began to shake. Not from cold or fear, but anger. The burning anger that had been inside her, not that she knew. She found the words tumbling from her mouth and he was holding her again.
He pulled her close and the roles reversed. He was talking; she was listening. The words washed over her, like water quenching the fiery spirit in her – not that she believed in such claptrap. She rested her head on his chest and listened to his steady heartbeat: thump, thump, thump.
She becomes one with him and his heart beat: it rings in her ears, his words are drowned out by that steady, thump, thump, thump.
She doesn't realise that he's stopped talking. Not worked out that his hands are reaching for her face. He pulls her into a tighter embrace, his lips meet hers and her world melts around her.
Somewhere in the distance, the clock chimes midnight. The stars twinkle above. She doesn't care. They're alone: just him and her.
She doesn't care that he cannot say her name right or that when she walks down the corridors tomorrow girls will glare and scowl in her direction. He chose her for who she was. He loved her for who she was.
And for that - just for tonight - she'll love him back.
That was my first short fic!
It was short!
I should do more of these!