Seamus reached, blindly, for his coat, dropped carelessly in the common room. The celebration continued, the Quidditch Cup won and he patted Dean on the shoulder, consoling him over Ginny and Harry's departure.
Trying, but failing, to don the jacket he felt a soft hand touch his.
"I think you've got my coat, Seamus."
Her eyes were so beautiful as she smiled up at him, helping him to remove the small sleeve. Temporarily speechless, he could only smile back as she walked away, coat in hand.
"Pick me, Hermione," he wanted to say, wanting her to smile at him again.
