How it could start. Really. That simple.
Summary: Late one night in Gryffindor common two friends give in. H/Hr
Setting in a comfy chair he smiled lightly to himself, he enjoyed watching her when she wasn't looking. Seeing the small things she did, the things she would try her hardest not to do if only she new he was watching her. She to sat in a comfy chair, her legs pulled up under her self, the way she always did when she wanted to be completely comfortable. Her skirt laid against her legs, slightly covering her knees, but leaving her shines completely bare. On her legs rested a thick book, maybe a little thicker then her normal ones, her left hand rested on the edge of the book, while with her right she fiddled with the pages. Her hair fell around her face, hiding nearly half of it from his view, but he could still see her eyes as they moved back and forth across the page as she contently read.
Smiling brighter he lets his gaze drop to her lips, for a moment she lipped what she was reading, something about levitation or some such. Then she lightly ran her tung across her lips moisting them ever so slightly.
He remembered the first time he had seen her wet her lips, it was almost as if she did it slow just to torment him, even then, it sent chills down his spine, not the bad ones, but the tingly ones that usually led else where. He smiled, now, at this thought.
With a sigh he looked back up to her and he couldn't believe what he saw. She was looking back at him from under her hair she stared contently, with a smile she lifted her gaze making her stare all the more obvious. Like that they sat for a bit just staring at each other. Until she finally made a move, shutting her book she sat it aside and pulled her legs out from under her self. She walked over to him slowly, seductively, almost as if she were gliding. When she finally made it to his side she stood there for a moment, just looking down on him. "Would you care to dance?" she asked quietly.
Tilting his head he ginned, "But there's no music, He….." suddenly soft romantic music began to play out of nowhere cutting him off. His smile lessened but never faded, "Well all right then, how could a guy resist?" he relented.
Carefully she took his hand in hers and lead him to an empty spot in the room. With out a word she reached up and rested her arms on his shoulders and clasped her hands behind his neck. He sighed and wrapped his arms around her waist, enter locking his fingers in the small of her back. With that they began to sway, simply back and forth, nothing fancy, nothing over the top, it was just them following the music not quit caring where the music took them, just as long as they where together. With a content sigh she laid her head on his shoulder. For once she was glad he liked staying up late, long after everyone else went to bed.
With a sigh he decided to tell her, it had been so long since the first time he told her, he just couldn't wait any longer, "You know," he began in a whisper "ever since the first time I saw you, each day, I've fallen in love with you more and more." he confessed.
She nodded against him, "I know and I love you to." she whispered back.
Creasing his brow he frowned, "What? How could you….."
Placing her hand against his mouth she smiled, "How about we just leave it at that for now?" she asked. He only nodded as he pulled her in closer, later was good, later worked for him, right now he had her. Kissing the top of her head he smiled, Harry now had his Hermione.
FIN
a/n: So what do you think? Please review, flames accepted