"Merlin's balls Hermione, you're so useless!" Hermione's head snapped up sharply from the book she was reading. "Excuse me?" He glared at her and held up a pair of brown slacks. "I asked you yesterday to fix my pants. Can't you do anything right?" Hermione stood up from the couch, dropping her book onto the floor with a thud. "I haven't found the time to do it. If you need them so badly, do it yourself!" She stalked out of the common room, passing a confused looking Harry on her way out.
"Miss Granger, what in Merlin's name are you doing out after curfew, crying in an alcove?" Hermione's red and puffy eyes landed on her potion master's face. When he saw her state, his features softened slightly. "Miss Granger?" She threw her arms around him in a moment of flighty sanity. His arms automatically wrapped around her and pulled her tight against him. She felt good, like she belonged there. After her sobs had subsided, she pulled away, wiping at her eyes with the heels of her hands. "I'm sorry, sir. It's just that Ron is being so terrible to me...All week he's been calling me stupid and useless, and according to him I'm difficult and hard to please, and always changing my mind. I just..." when her lower lip once again began to tremble, he took her firmly by the shoulders and looked into her eyes.
She saw herself, as if from outside her body, enter the potions room. She watched as she sat down in her usual spot and started digging through her bag for the required utensils. She felt herself moving forward to stand in front of herself. "Miss Granger, do clean out your bag. I believe you would find things much more organized if you didn't have...Bacon, in there." The voice that came out of her mouth wasn't her own, however, she recognized it as one she was very familiar with. She watched as her head shot up with twin red spots adorning her cheeks. "Ron..." She felt her eyebrow raise. "Nothing sir." She felt herself give a short nod, before turning and walking back to the desk, thoughts of how beautiful she was when she was flustered running through her head. Thoughts of how she never failed to be amusing in some way.
Hermione gasped when she came back to herself, the loneliness of being in her own mind hitting her solidly. She looked back up into her professor's face. His lips were a tight, thin line, and his eyes narrowed. Hermione bit her lip. "I'm so sorry, sir, I didn't mean-" He pressed a finger to her lips. "I know. You didn't. I let you in. Hell, I practically dragged you in." She wet her lips, slightly nervous. "Do you really... feel that way, professor?" He looked away from her. She stood there, a bit frozen with surprise that he would seemed ashamed. He must feel like some sort of creep, having those feelings for a student. But I am eighteen... His voice startled her. "If I was Wealsey, I'd spend every second of every day making sure you knew that you were everything I'd ever wanted." Very few words, but their meaning rang clear. In a bold move, unlike her usual self, Hermione reached her hands up and gently took hold of his face, turning it toward her. She stood on tiptoe and pressed her soft, moist lips to his own.
I love this pairing. I've always thought this song would be amazing for them, but nobody's ever made a vid w this song! So if you have one, or if you ever make one, please let me know, it would really make me happy.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, or According to You, by Orianthi.