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by dotninja

And for one split second I am drowningdrowning in his perfect skyblue eyes. Short Oneshot.

We're in class, and he walks up to me, laughing, and saying, "Hey, I need help on the Potions homework." And for one split second I am drowning--drowning in his perfect sky-blue eyes. Then I snap back to attention and say, "Sure, why not?"

And so we sit together and he leans over my shoulder and I can smell the clean, boyish scent of him and I know he can smell my shampoo, but we don't say anything. And he reaches over me to grab something and his hand brushes against mine and for one moment we stare at each other. And as we stare into each other's eyes Harry walks up and asks, "Can I borrow your book?" We break eye contact, blushing, as I nod and hand him my book.

And he scoots his book toward me and we both lean toward it. I can feel his breath fanning the skin on my face and I love it, I love the way his skin feels against mine, I love how we work together, I love how people say we're perfect for each other. But then his sudden motion destroys the peace that we had, and he asks me the question, "So, what's the answer?"

And suddenly I realize I haven't even read the problem, so I speed read it, absorbing details along the way. I smirk, saying, "Oh my gosh, it's so easy!" And I start explaining to him, all the while studying--studying the way he sits, the way he talks, the way he flips his hair, the way he holds his pencil…and even the way his eyes never leave mine.

And when I finish explaining, he exclaims, "Oh, I get it, thanks!" I grin again, not capable of stopping myself, because I am gone, gone in the way his eyes light up, gone in his imperfectness.

And when we separate, as he turns to go, I whisper, "I think I like you. Do you want to go out sometime?" And he turns around and asks me, "What'd you say?" And I smile weakly and say, "Nothing."

And as he leaves, I sigh and wonder…if this will happen again. And I turn around to leave, to go my separate way, when a sudden thought comes to me, "What if I'm totally useless to the world? What if he's right? What if…what if I'm just good for the answers?"

And I guess I'm transparent, because the next thing I know is Harry walking up to me again, patting me uncertainly on the shoulder, and saying, "He'll see the truth soon. Don't let him get to you, because you, Hermione Granger, you are perfect for Ron Weasley."