"No, this couldn't be happening to me. Why did I do that! This is so confusing!"
Hermione strode across the library. She settled on the farthest left corner of the table between the Restricted Section and the twelve foot tall Charms bookshelves.
She opened up her book on Ancient Runes and turned to page three hundred and ninety-four. She stared at her book with a blank expression and wishing that she hadn't shouted at Harry's face.
She banged her head against the table so loud the echoes bounced and made Madam Pince scowl at her. Hermione gave an apologetic smile; and when the librarian looked away she kept banging her head again and again and again, maintaining the silence as it went on and on and…
A hand suddenly stopped her forehead midway before landing on impact. It lifted her head up and showed Harry with the most concerned look he ever gave.
Hermione stood up and picked up a Charms book that mysteriously appeared. She didn't know what to say. She climbed the ladder of the Charms bookshelf up to the twenty-second row. She spotted a space for the book to slide on, so she inserted it. The book was a bit thick so she had to tap the book a few times but still with no luck, it won't budge. She hit it hard with so much force; she was drawn back and fell…
Fell into Harry's arms.
"I'm sorry," muttered Hermione.
Harry shook his head slightly and sat at the table while she sat on his lap. He held her face with both hands and said, "I'm sorry."
He kissed her cheek, then the tip of her nose, then her other cheek. The kisses burned her face crimson. He proceeded to her upper lip, then the lower one, then back to her upper one again; his teeth grazing her flesh.
He bit her lower lip and exhaled at through his nose sending a warm air. Harry then started rubbing his thumb on her left palm sending tingling sensations and goose bumps on her anatomy.
He started sucking pretty hard… then…
"Hermione? Her- my- oh- knee!"
She stirred her head looking up at red blur and freckles.
"Ah! Ron. What are you doing here at the library?! Were you the one…? Did you…?" she whimpered and put her hands on her face. No, surely it wasn't Ron, but her lower lip still stings. And not to mention a rather painful forehead.
"What did I do now? And no, Hermione, this is not the library. This is what we call, "The Gryffindor Common Room," said Ron with a deep voice for more emphasis. "And what the heck is wrong with you, you were banging your head in the table with your eyes closed."
"Well Ron, do people not close their eyes when banging their heads onto something?" she replied nastily and looked at her textbook. There was a good spot of drool so she closed it hastily and turned to Ron. "Have you seen Harry?"
Ron was about to answer when a person on her peripheral view answered.
"I'm here. Umm… Hermione? Could you take a walk with me to the library? I wanted to talk to you and just have to return this," he held a book for her to see; it was the same damn book that wouldn't fit the empty space!
"Sure," she found herself saying as if on instinct.
They exited the Common Room and proceeded upstairs. Silence was beginning to etch on their ears.
"I'm sorry
Harry, I'm very not myself now," Tell me about it. They
entered the libray's Oak doors.
"It's alright, but please
don't bother to ask who the one I'm presenting the daffodil
arrangement for alright?" They reached the Charms bookshelves and
Harry climbed up spotting an empty space on the twenty-second
row.
Ok, am I supposed to catch him now, if he ever falls?
He slid it with just one hard push and it perfectly fitted the once hollowed space.
Alright, maybe not, why am I even thinking of what just happened in my dream? It was just very coincidentally! Too weird to be coincidental, in fact.
He climbed down and looked at her. He sat at the table and held her face towards him. "You look flushed."
Hermione, yet again, blushed as he inspected her. Thanking that there was no one near their vicinity to see her at this state; they were completely covered by the gigantic bookshelf.
"Hey," said Harry forcing her to look at him straight in the eye. He then began rubbing his thumb on her left palm. Still a concerned look on his face, a rather familiar concerned look.
With every rub, Hermione's breath would get caught. She suddenly slowly moved her way towards him more. She bit her lower lip. Then stuttered, "I'm-I'm okay. I think I'll just go head ba-back to the dorimorties---dormitories, and r-read my boo-ook there…"
Hermione cleared her throat and walked towards the library doors clutching her left hand that was now so warm from friction. She kissed her palm and turned a right proceeding to the Gryffindor House.
May it be a dream or reality, Hermione wondered if her heart also fell in Harry's arms that night.
To be continued
Disclaimer: Refer to
chapter 1
