Love Struck
The sky like ceiling in the Great Hall was filled with sunlight. Hermione Granger sat at the Gryffindor table with a book propped open in front of her. She glanced up and felt her heart flutter. There he was. She followed him across the room. 'He is so fine a fit. If only he would notice me!' she thought. His hair was so perfect and looked so silky, his eyes were so captive, his body was so fit, and his personality was to die for. He was to die for.
Her heart fluttered and her stomach started to churn as he looked over at her. She waved slightly and looked back down at her book. At least she pretended to. She was still staring at him, love stuck. She couldn't take her eyes off of him. 'He wouldn't like the idea of me staring at him.' she thought. She stood up slowly and walked out of the Great Hall, glancing over at him.
She began to run as soon as she was out of the Great Hall. She ran all the way to the library, where she could be alone. She sat down at one of the tables and put her head down. "What am I thinking. He doesn't even know I'm alive. I should just stop trying to get him and give myself a reality check!" she cried, silently. "Who doesn't know your alive?" asked a warm voice from behind her. Her head snapped up and she turned around to see him standing behind her.
"Nothing. Nobody." She said, shortly. "Now I'm sure you didn't run out of the Great Hall when you saw me for nothing." He said, laughing. She blushed and looked away from him. "Aww. Your no fun. I know you like me, and I think you should know that I like you too." He said, placing his hand on her shoulder. "R..r..really?" she stuttered. He nodded, beaming at her. He turned her chair around and brought his face level to her's.
He smiled, flashing his sparkling white teeth at her. She thought she would melt. He pressed his lips gently against hers and she was sure she was melting on the spot. "I never knew you thought that way about me." She said, quietly. "Same here. I never thought you felt that way about me." He said, chuckling. She smiled and brought her lips to his once more. She felt him wrap his arms around her and pull her to her feet. She was sure she was melting in the arms of Ronald Weasly.
The sky like ceiling in the Great Hall was filled with sunlight. Hermione Granger sat at the Gryffindor table with a book propped open in front of her. She glanced up and felt her heart flutter. There he was. She followed him across the room. 'He is so fine a fit. If only he would notice me!' she thought. His hair was so perfect and looked so silky, his eyes were so captive, his body was so fit, and his personality was to die for. He was to die for.
Her heart fluttered and her stomach started to churn as he looked over at her. She waved slightly and looked back down at her book. At least she pretended to. She was still staring at him, love stuck. She couldn't take her eyes off of him. 'He wouldn't like the idea of me staring at him.' she thought. She stood up slowly and walked out of the Great Hall, glancing over at him.
She began to run as soon as she was out of the Great Hall. She ran all the way to the library, where she could be alone. She sat down at one of the tables and put her head down. "What am I thinking. He doesn't even know I'm alive. I should just stop trying to get him and give myself a reality check!" she cried, silently. "Who doesn't know your alive?" asked a warm voice from behind her. Her head snapped up and she turned around to see him standing behind her.
"Nothing. Nobody." She said, shortly. "Now I'm sure you didn't run out of the Great Hall when you saw me for nothing." He said, laughing. She blushed and looked away from him. "Aww. Your no fun. I know you like me, and I think you should know that I like you too." He said, placing his hand on her shoulder. "R..r..really?" she stuttered. He nodded, beaming at her. He turned her chair around and brought his face level to her's.
He smiled, flashing his sparkling white teeth at her. She thought she would melt. He pressed his lips gently against hers and she was sure she was melting on the spot. "I never knew you thought that way about me." She said, quietly. "Same here. I never thought you felt that way about me." He said, chuckling. She smiled and brought her lips to his once more. She felt him wrap his arms around her and pull her to her feet. She was sure she was melting in the arms of Ronald Weasly.