First...er...Hug

by: Standing There

A/N: This takes place in the PoA book, a little time after Hermione hugged Ron and cried all over him. Enjoy!

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It was quite stupid of me, really. To keep going over it in my head like that. But somehow, I couldn't get over it.

She had HUGGED me. As in, wrapped her arms around me and sobbed into my shoulder. It was kind of nice, but, to put it bluntly, I was terrified. That was really the first time she had ever done anything like that, to me at least.

I'm still surprised about. I couldn't manage to do anything but say, a bit awkwardly, "er...It's alright, Hermione."

"er...It's alright, Hermione."

Not exactly the most...er, loving words possible. I could have said, I dunno, something a little more romantic.

But, then again, maybe not. Harry was standing right there, after all. That would have awkward.

My robes are still soaked through from her tears. Somehow, I don't really mind. I don't know when I started thinking of Hermione like that. Like in that...romantic way. I also don't know when she got so pretty.

It's like I just now noticed. All a sudden, while she was hugging me, I was suddenly aware that her hair was really soft. And that it was this really pretty colour, like that fudge Mum always makes.

I know I should be sad about Buckbeak being executed and all, but I'm really not. All I can think is 'Hermione hugged me!' I'm trying really hard to keep this goofy grin off my face. If I look too ecstatic, Harry might think I'm happy about Buckbeak and all.

But I can't tie down this retarded smile. Hermione looks pretty when she smiles…

Why can't I stop thinking about her?