Harry looked at Hermione. "'Mione?" he began "Hmm?" she replied casually
"Never mind," he muttered. Hermione was looking at her book. Harry noticed her eyes. They
were so warm and deep. "Harry, what are you looking at?" asked Hermione.
"Your eyes," He smirked as she put her book down. "Why ever would you look at my eyes?"
She asked again. "They're pretty 'Mione,"
"Harry James Potter! Quit looking at me," she stared at him. "No I won't,"
"Why not!?" she said starting to get a bit annoyed. "'Cause"
"Well its not like I'm pretty," she said sighing. Harry heard the insecurity in her voice.
"Hermione Jane Granger who told you that? You are the prettiest witch I have ever laid eyes on.
Your eyes are warm and caring and you have natural beauty unlike most of the witches we know,"
She gazed at him on the verge of tears (green is a preeeeety color) "If I'm so pretty, why did
all of my boyfriends dump me? Hmm?" Hermione's voice was quivering.
"Because all they cared about was how far they could get. (In my pants insert laughing)
None of those blokes cared about the smart, witty witch that was always caring for them,
making them laugh, and making sure they didn't fail.
"Oh shuttup! No one cares about that anyways," She was crying now.
"I do! Hermione I care about those things and what happens to you!" He said caressing her
cheek and wiping away the tears. He smiled that brilliant smile of his. (I should stop before
I go on about his looks and personality... :))
"But you're my friend, you're supposed to say that.You only like me as a friend," Hermione said sadly.
"You're wrong! I like you more than a friend. Hermione, I love you! (I'm hating her right now :()"
"Really?" she asked awe-struck. And he kissed her in response. It started sweet and soft, but then Harry deepened it. After several minutes they broke apart in need of air.
"And too think," Harry began" This started with me staring at your eyes."
"Harry?" Hermione asked
"Hmm?"
"Never mind" and she kissed him.