It was his eyes. Those unbelievable piercing green eyes that seemed to engulf you and take you away to place you yourself had only dreamt of. They had been the cause of her ever
growing love for him. Yes, Hermione Granger had become taken by her best friend of ten years. It started during their fourth year, but had soon been pushed to the back of her
mind due to her short relationship with Ron. But it took a hold of her again about a month ago.
Her and Harry were sitting contently by the fire in the flat they shared, snuggled on either side of the couch reading a book. She distinctly remembers turning to page 334, when it
happened. Looking up she noticed Harry was staring at her intently. That's when she made contact with his eyes. They were sparkling and filled with something she could not
recognize. The moment lasted for only second, before she reluctantly tore her eyes away. Harry, though, had yet to remove his eyes from her. He looked slightly hurt that she had
lingered from his gaze. The uncomfortable orb surrounding them remained until she heard Harry close his book and stand up from the couch.
The moment remained unmentioned for what seemed like the most awkward month of Hermione's life. She and Harry avoided each other as much as possible, both afraid to
discuss that night by the fire. Hermione knew they would have to confront it eventually, but the time never seemed to come. That is, until a night much like, the previous arose.
Hermione watched Harry as he sat on the other end of the couch reading a book. She could not remember what caused her to look up, but the second she did, her eyes refused to
move. She was so caught up in staring at Harry, she almost did not hear him speak. "What?" Harry asked sounding annoyed. Hermione struggled to find the words but managed a
"Nothing." But Harry would not give in, "No really what?" "It's nothing it's just. Well, you see, umm. It's your eyes." Hermione said quietly. Harry had a confused expression on his
face, "My eyes. What about them?" "Well I know it's kind of cliché, but my favorite part about you is your eyes. Even though I've known you for so long, and love everything
about you, your eyes are what stand out. I've been noticing them lately. The way they seem to tell a story, and if you stare at them long enough, you can almost see your self
reflected in them. I could spend my entire life looking into your eyes." The room was quite, Hermione carried a hopeful look wringing her hands fervently, while Harry held an
almost relieved expression. It was Hermione who first spoke, "Harry please say something. You know how silence worries me…You know I think I'll just go to bed and we'll talk
about this tomorrow." She gathered her book and quilt and slowly begin to make her way towards the staircase, a saddened look on her face. But then, she felt someone behind
her. She spun around, only to be inches apart from Harry. "I like your eyes too." And then he kissed her.