I didn't write a songfic this time. This one was just inspired by Say it Again by Marie Digby. Hope you guys enjoy :)
The problem with love? You don't know when it's gonna hit you. You spend your time looking for that one person, then suddenly, you're too late. He's found someone else. You try to make this person understand that what you feel for him is nothing like what he feels for you, then when he understands that, you're the one who wants to convince him how madly in love you are with him. It's an endless tangle of ironies, heartaches, confusion, misunderstandings and mysteries that can mislead you worse than a Decoy Detonator can. That's the problem with love.
That's why I don't let love bother me anymore. I stay happy because of the love my friends give me.
"Harry!" I suddenly complained over my musings. "Wolfsbane is aconite, not acotine! Acotine is a stronger form of asphodel, which creates an almost poisonous Draught of the Living Death."
"Oh. Okay then," he replied. He began scratching words on his parchment. "Thanks, Hermione."
"What?" I replied. I didn't know what came over me. My pulse quickened, my head spun, my knees sort of buckled and my heart slightly fluttered. I guess it was my subconscious that wanted to know what caused me that reaction.
"I said thanks," he replied, confused.
Nothing happened. "Did you say anything besides that?"
"Hermione, what're you—?"
"Please just bear with me, I'm conducting a sort of experiment here," I said. There it was again.
"Well, I said your name," he said.
"Can you say it again?"
"Hermione."
There it was! I had to sit down. My knees were weakening.
"Did your experiment prove anything?" he asked jokingly.
"Sort of," I replied, looking at his eyes. Hmm, I wonder? "Can you say it again? Oh—wait." I shifted my position so that I was a bit closer to him and so that we were facing each other. "Can you look in my eyes and say it again?"
"Um . . . okay?" he shifted his position and looked straight into my eyes. He leaned in a bit.
"Hermione," he said in a low, audible whisper. His breath whipped my face and smelled wonderful. It was barely a change of wind, but it caused me to stop breathing.
"Harry," I said, staring into his eyes a bit more. I didn't want to stop. But if I didn't, I'd turn into jelly.
He leaned in a bit closer, conducting his own experiment. I didn't move awya.
I leaned forward as well, and gently closed my eyes as his lips met mine.
It was a gentle, sweet kiss, but I didn't want to let go.
When both of us eventually ran out of air, he slowly parted his lips from mine.
"Harry?" I said uncertainly. "I . . . I think I might be in love with you."
"Wow," he replied, a bit uncertain as well. "I think I am too."
I looked into his eyes again and slowly caressed his face. "Harry," I said.
"It feels good when you say that," he said, "Hermione."
"Yes, it does feel good when you say my name."
"Then I'll say it for as many times as you want me to," he said.
"That's good."
The problem with love? You never see it coming. It always takes you by surprise.
Yes. It is quite small. But still. Please review XD