Disclaimer: I don't own Ron and Hermione as we all know
A/N: So This is my first one shot, so let me know if it's good or not! This story came to me at 11 o'clock last night, so I'm sorry about any mistakes you find; and if you find a really bad one, just review, and let me know!! :)
He was staring at her again. but somehow he just couldn't help himself. He loved her mouth. It was his favorite thing to look at. It was adorable, he thought, when she was thinking hard, and bit her bottom lip. Her mouth over all was just waiting to be kissed, only by himself though. He was going to puke, at the thought of anyone other than himself kissing his beautiful...
A sigh escaped his lips she wasn't his, she was no ones, and that was another thing he loved about her. Moving his gaze away from her mouth, he stopped, at her delicate little nose. There was a dusting of freckles, so light, that you couldn't see them, unless you were really close, that was, though he would never admit it, the best day of his life, the day that happened.
Oh well, moving up, he looked at her eyes. They were looking down at the piece of parchment in font of her, and then slowly, would slide over to the book, that was open beside it. Her eyelashes were long, and she had no need for any makeup. Her skin slightly paled, from to many hours in the library, had a glow to it. Then he reached her hair. Though it was said to be bushy, and even on an occasion really bad looking, he could never remember a day, when he ever thought that. There was a lot of hair, yes, but it had a glossy sheen to it, and there were curls, that would make fairly large ringlets all the way down. He was so tempted to run his fingers through those locks, it was almost painful, to have to control that urge, and also to not touch her every time he was in close proximity with her.
His gaze moved back to her eyes, just as she looked up, and met his gaze with her deep chocolate brown. He knew with that one look, he was a goner, because really, she had him head over heals, after the first time she looked at him, he just hadn't realized it yet. He glanced down to the book in his lap, and then back up to look at her once more. She blushed under his intense gaze, and that made him believe that maybe, just maybe, she felt just the same as he did.
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