A Feeling of Heat
By the time I realized it, it was too late to stop it. It started out small, a feeling of heat when he smiled, a spark tingling in my hand when our hands brushed while reaching for the pepper shaker at dinner. When he asked me to Hogsmeade and I almost accepted, I knew it was serious. I was very kind about the rejection, but I realized that an innocent schoolgirl crush on James had bloomed into a teenage love.
I tried to fight once I knew, honestly, I did! Any conversation we had was forced and awkward, unlike the easy, laughing hilarity that used to ensue in the common room. After three days, I could tell he was going to confront me, and from all the romance novels Arabella made me read, I knew somehow he would figure me out. I forced myself to go back to easiness, but it makes me fall harder, and harder each time we share smiles after a wondrous conversation. James has never denied being in love with me, but I'm not ready to admit I love him yet.
Maybe I will accept the next Hogsmeade invitation. After all, there is no way I can deny the heat when he smiles, the pleading look he sends me when our groups of friends separate in Hogsmeade, and the spark tingling in my hand when our hands brush as we reach for the pepper shaker at dinner.
A/N: I'm not sure if I want to leave this as a oneshot so please review and tell me your opinion! Thanks so much!