Her heart was pounding in her throat. She knew what was going to happen, and there was absolutely no way around it.
"10..."
She heard the people around her cheerfully countdown in glee, and her face turned an even darker shade of crimson.
"9..."
Her lip had turned white from the pressure of her teeth crushing down on it.
"8..."
Only a few more seconds now.
"7..."
Her breathing became heavy. She could feel a familiar hand on the small of her back.
"6..."
Her eyes were glazed and foggy in anticipation.
"5..."
And now she was tugging on a loose thread from her dress.
"4..."
She yanked at the thread harder, and felt her dress tightening slightly.
"3..."
She was so close she could taste it.
"2..."
All around her she could hear people pausing in excitement.
"1..."
And now the only thing she could hear was her own heartbeat.
"HAPPY NEW YEAR!"
Before she knew what was happening, her lips were on his. It was, of course, tradition, wasn't it?
But she enjoyed every second of it. And she knew it was wrong.
"Happy new year, Harry." She whispered beneath her breath.
"Happy new year, Hermione." And they kissed.
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What'd you think? It's my first and probably final fan fiction. I'm not very good at coming up with plots or anything, but I've had this idea for a while now, and decided to finally write it.
Review!