Drabble Six:
Stupid Bookworm!
Harry sat there watching her study when he was supposed to be finishing his potions essay but he just couldn't help it. She was mesmerizing; everything she did emphasized her grace and beauty. What could he say for a bookworm Hermione was perfect. She'd saved his life countless times during and before the war and he couldn't help but keep growing fonder and fonder of her. He finally saw her fully, her beauty, her wit, who she really was, instead of how everyone else viewed her.
"Honestly Harry what are you staring at?" Hermione sighed unable to concentrate on her work with his eyes focused completely on her every move.
"Nothing." He looked back down at his work still stealing glances at her now and then.
"Harry what on earth has gotten into you, you're acting so strange, you smile all the time at me, I always catch you staring at me. What's going on? You're kinda freaking me out!" Hermione finally yelled at him from the other side of the couch.
Harry scooted over to her and plainly said, "I love you, you stupid bookworm." He sealed out her retort with a kiss.