Deep Breaths
Author's note: Thank you for reading my very first (very short!) story on this account. I used to write a fair bit in the past and I will probably regret coming back I'm sure, but for now, here I am! I know it is a tad weird and I'm sorry for that.
On another note, I was also a part of some great forums in the past that have since disappeared so if you know of any (Harry Potter) forums (please no role play) I'd be definitely interested. I've just joined the Room of Requirement and definitely interested in more.
He looks into the mirror even though he knows he doesn't really need to. He can just turn to his brother and get the same results: blue eyes, red hair tousled just so, a small splattering of freckles that could be considered cute. Yes, he knows what he looks like, but today is important, and he needs to be doubly sure.
Deep breaths. In, out, in, out.
He tries to control the shaking of his legs as they head to the Gryffindor table. Of course, no one notices as they smile and wave at him - at them - waiting only for them to say something funny. To gain an idea of what their next prank will entail. Only, he can't think about that now; what he is about to do is not a prank at all.
Deep breaths. In, out, in, out.
Maybe he could play it off as a prank, though, if it doesn't go right. No one will know the difference anyway.
They sit down, still all smiles. Ron looks just as miserable as he feels inside, though, his face glum. At least he doesn't have to hide it.
Deep breaths. In, out, in, out.
He can't worry about that now, either. He looks to his twin, just to make sure he still looks good. If he can look good, then maybe it will be alright. Obviously, he may have messed up his own hair by running his sweaty palms through it, but it's beside the point.
Oh Merlin, they're talking about it. It's like they know what's in his mind. No, they need to stop. They need to move onto another topic, to not ruin his plans.
Deep breaths. In, out, in -
Merlin oh Merlin! She's looking at him. Beautiful brown eyes, gorgeous smile.
Deep breaths. Deep breaths, deep breaths...
She's looking back at her friends.
Deep breaths. It's okay. In, out, in, out.
The talk continues, Ron moaning about dates. Still.
Oh, whatever, there's no point now. Looking around, he finds the closest object to him. A potato? No, too hard and messy. Ah, parchment, there we go. With a well-practised arm, he ignores his younger brother's indignant cry and tosses the parchment at her.
She looks back up, her eyes confused.
Deep breaths. In, out, in, out.
He forgets everything he had planned and mimes dancing. He feels stupid, his cheeks burning, but he plasters a smile on his face. It could be played off as a prank, remember?
Deep breaths, deep breaths -
She smiles. She nods. She says yes! Yes! Yes!
Next to him, George raises an eyebrow. "Mate, will you breathe?" He whispers.