A/N, Yes I am writing a one-shot, my first as it is. So, CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM would be greatly appreciated, not just a "this is great" or "this sucks" if you do review (coolkitten12- you guys just have to read and review this story, it might just make you squeal!!)
One Day
Sitting in one of the old lecture halls in Hogwarts, seventh year Hermione Granger was thinking. Not about what was being said, no, she already knew that subject inside and out. The book on her lap was only open to maintain the idea that she was paying attention. No, she was thinking about the young man she was sitting next to. She looked at him and his eyes met hers as he glanced around the room. He rolled his eyes and smiled; one of their signals. 'He's bored,' she thought as she allowed herself to smile back, her heart breaking at such an innocent, friendly act. That's all she was to him, a friend. She crossed one leg other the other and blushed when he stiffened. Her foot had hooked around his calf. She quickly corrected this position and buried her head in the book open in her lap. 'One day,' she thought.
He tilted his head as he regarded her. Something had been off about her for a while. She couldn't meet his eyes as much as she once had. He'd been wondering if it was something he had said or done, but he didn't think there was anything. He frowned as he tried to pinpoint when it had started happening, but couldn't think…
The lecture ended. The students in the hall stood up and walked out of the room. Hermione rose slowly and followed the young man out of the room. She'd tell him, she had decided. One day, she'd tell him, she thought as he turned around and looked quizzically at her.
"Hermione? Something's up, I know it is. Do you want to tell me if I've done something or said something?" he asked.
Hermione smiled up at him. "One day, Harry. One day."