Chapter 4: Are You Serious?
Harry Potter sat on the comfy red couch in the Gryffindor common room and exhaled sharply a breath he had not noticed he was holding.
A wide eyed Hermione was staring him in the face. Searching his expression for any sign of a cruel prank or joke arising from this.
"Are you serious?" Hermione asked back softly. Her tone and eyes showed that she didn't believe him.
"I…" Harry began.
"Harry James Potter, you are so incredibly stupid! Honestly, you are so…" Hermione was cut off.
Harry had leaned forward and pressed his lips against hers. He didn't know why he did it. He still didn't know why he told her that he loved her.
It's the way she gets stressed out about things. Harry had thought before the kiss. It's adorable. Wait, what? This Hermione! Your Mione! How could you say I love you? You idiot! You don't love her! Not like that, anyway. Now…Why am I kissing her?
Harry's thoughts became more relaxed and slower.
Her lips. They're so soft. So…silky. Uh, what do I do with my hands? Er…there we go. That's right, left hand on the couch propping yourself up and right hand…holding her cheek? How did I do that so fast? It's like I instinctively knew what to do or something. Okay, air…I need air! No! Hang on…just a little bit longer.
Hermione pulled out of this kiss, she inhaled deeply. Harry opened his eyes to see two chocolaty brown ones staring back. Their faces were only inches apart.
"Harry." She quietly stated. Not taking her eyes off his.
He barely heard her, he was lost in her sparkling eyes.
"Yes." He swallowed hard. He knew what she was going to say.
"I wasn't going to say I love you." Hermione stated, a look of embarrassment for him coming across her face.
Okay, maybe I didn't know what she was going to say.