"One-two-three-Legilimens!"
Hermione was sitting across from himself one day in the Library. She kept glancing at him as though he wasn't looking, but he was, out of the corner of his eyes, he saw, and he smiled inwardly.
Hermione obviously didn't notice as he sneaked glances at her sneaking glances at him. What does this mean, he thought.
"Harry, why are you looking at me like that?" she finally said.
"Because you are looking at me," he responded.
Hermione turned red.
"Hermione, is there something you want to tell me?" Harry asked curiously.
"Er. Well, you see Harry- "she gave up talking and leaned forward, she was coming ever closer...
"NO!" Harry shouted out at Professor Snape, who was smirking. Harry was breathing heavily. He got up and left the dungeon, walking back to the common room, ignoring his professor's furious face. Hermione was waiting for him by the fireplace, reading in the empty common room. She ran to him when he came in through the portrait hole and kissed him. He didn't care if he wouldn't master occlumency, he decided as Hermione laid his head on her lap before stroking his hair; there were just some things he didn't want anyone to know, yet...