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The Simplicity of his touch
Harry wasn't the most open person in particular. He didn't talk about his feelings often, nor did he talk about his past. He was shy and unsure. He never showed anyone how he really felt...
...except for me.
How, you want to know?
Well, it's in his touch.
He is quite affectionate. But he wasn't that affectionate with anyone besides me.
He usually brushs my hair back, touches my hands in the lightest of touches, has his hand on the small of my back or lets his knee bump into mine under the table.
It was quite simple.
And one day... I knew. I knew that he loved me.
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I was sitting on the couch in our shared Head Common room. My hands wrapped around a mug of hot chocolate, my gaze pointed at the fire.
I heard soft footsteps and felt the added weight on the couch soon after. I set my mug down.
"Hey." I greeted him softly.
"Hermione..." He whispered with a small smile.
He then reached out and brushed a stray of my hair back behind my ear, before taking my hand in his.
He looked at me with his large green eyes, something shining in them. An emotion I've never seen before. And I knew.
I smiled at him. "I know, Harry." I leaned forward, pressing my lips onto his in a light caress. "I love you, too." I whispered against his lips.
When I pulled away, he was grinning brightly. He stroked my cheek, then settled back against the couch. I picked up my cup again and snuggled into him.
And his arms wrapped themselves around me immediately.
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He said the words a few days after that, but still.
It was in his touch... it was simple.
The simplicity of his touch.
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A/N: Just a little something that popped into my mind while reading something. It's really short... but simple.
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