Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, I'm just borrowing a couple of characters from it. I am not getting any money from this... hahaha, not like anyone would pay me anyway. :) This IS femmeslash though it's hard to tell, don't like it, you have been warned... it's pretty fluffy though.
Authors note: I've written a few things, but decided that I'd post this on here. It's not a masterpeice, but then... it's not meant to be.
One Word. One Touch. One Kiss.
I walk inside and take a look around. I smile a little to myself when I see her. She is sitting at her favourite table surrounded by, I swear, all of her books. So typical. I walk over to her quietly and lay my hand on her shoulder. She almost falls off her seat I've scared her so much. I giggle before kneeling down beside her.
"Hi," I whisper that one word to her softly.
"Hello," she replies smiling.
"So what are you up to?" Surveying the books surrounding her. "Probably an assign..."
"...Ment."
I roll my eyes. "When are you not?"
"Possibly when I'm asleep." She grins.
"Nah, even then I'd bet you'd dream about them."
She playfully hits my shoulder and I laugh at her.
"Well it's true," I say.
"You're probably right."
We continue to talk about random stuff. I know she probably has more important things to do but I can't help myself.
"Hey, why don't you give this a rest for a while and come out and have a walk around the great lake with me?"
"But I have to..."
I don't let her finish. "You'll get it done, and you know it. More than likely a week before it's even due. Plus, fresh air, always a bonus."
She looks at me dubiously and is about to complain when I cut her off again. "Come on, please?"
"Fine."
"Great." I smile at her.
She starts to pack her things away and I tell her to meet me at the entrance hall in about thirty minutes. "I just have to go do something first, I won't be long." I say as I'm walking out the door, not giving her a chance to reply.
Half an hour later I meet up with her at the front of the castle. "Told you thirty minutes didn't I?"
"What did you have to do?" I just grin at her. "What are you up to?"
"Nothing. Come on, let's go!"
We start to walk around the castle grounds and the great lake. It's a great autumn day, only starting to get slightly chilly but not cold enough for it to be uncomfortable. I slowly walk her to my favourite spot on the lake. It gives a great view but keeps the viewer hidden away from most prying eyes. Once there I motion for her to sit down. The grass is nice and squishy and comfortable here. Once seating I take out a couple of bottles of butterbeer and handed her one.
"So this is what you had to go do?" I nod the affirmative to her. "How did you manage that?"
"Fred and George...."
"They gave them to you?"
"No," I laugh, "I stole them from their private stores, I know where they keep them. Plus they owe me."
"What for?"
"I dunno... but I'm sure they owe me for something."
She looks at me for a moment before cracking up laughing. I try to keep a straight face, but it's infectious. After a few minutes we settle down. She wraps her hands around the bottle and looks out at the lake. She mumbles something about her assignment.
I look at her hands, small, pale, cute. "You do too much work."
She turns and glares at me, but I know she's only half serious so I just grin back at her, which makes her glower more.
Without thinking I reach out and touch my hand lightly on her knee. I look up into her brown eyes but I get a little shy and look back down slowly pulling my hand back.
She hasn't yelled at me, that's a start but she isn't really saying much of anything else either. I wonder if I've scared her. I decide to mention something funny that happened in class today and that seemed to bring her out of it.
Sometime later we both realise that it is getting late. So we get up to leave. I look out at the lake one last time with her standing beside me.
"It really is quite beautiful" I say softly to no one in particular.
"Yeah." She whispers back.
I turn my head to her and smile as she turns her slowly to look back at me. She's so cute and adorable standing there so I lean into her slowly and very lightly place my lips over hers, only for a second. I pull back and she puts her head down as her face is turning bright red. It's her turn to be shy. Without saying anything, we both turn and start walking back up to the castle and into the great hall for dinner. Neither of us said another word to the other as we sit at the table with our respective friends.
The next morning I get up and make my way down to breakfast. I see her already sitting at the table with my brother and Harry. She is so involved in the argument she is having with Ron that she hasn't noticed that I have entered. I sit down with my friends and start putting breakfast on my plate while they continue the conversation they were having when I sat down. Something about boys I think, honestly I'm not really paying that much attention. The owls arrived for morning post and I just ignore them because I never get mail, but then an owl alighted in front of me. It was strange. I just stare at it until it squawks at me and I remove the small bit of parchment from its leg.
I unroll the page and all it reads is. 'One word, one touch, one kiss. When can I meet you again?' I look down the table and she was staring at me blushing. So I smile at her, while holding the piece of parchment. After breakfast I wasted no time in gathering my school things. As I pass her dormitory door I have a thought. I pull out the parchment she had written to me and read it once more. With a grin I grab a spared bit of paper and a quill.
'Hopefully soon' I write on the slip of paper. I went into the room, knowing that no one was in there and put the paper on her bed with a spell so it wouldn't fall off onto the floor.
One word. One Touch. One Kiss. As I went off to class she was all I could think about.
A/N (again): I'm considering writing up Hermione's take on this, but feeling a tad lazy right now as something completely different is floating through my brain. Review if you wish, I definitely won't say no but constructive criticism only please.