Drabble Ten:
What? Are You Reading My Mind?
Life is utterly too confusing! Hermione thought with a sigh.
"Too right you are Granger, but what brought about this conclusion?" asked a voice from behind her.
Hermione spun her chair around to find out who said that and found Blaise Zambini sitting at the table directly behind her. "None of your business Zambini." She went back to reading her book. I didn't realize that I'd said that aloud. She thought shaking her head in confusion.
"That would be because you didn't bookworm." He replied to her silent statement yet again.
"What are you doing reading my mind, git?" Hermione asked temper rising. Damned sexy git though.
I have telepathy, just so that you know so I hear everyone's thoughts not just your own. But I enjoy yours more." He replied boredly.
Oh my Merlin what else has he heard?
"Everything, including your exact opinion of my whole being." He was standing in front of her. She was blushing furiously now. "And just so that you know, Hermione," he whispered her name huskily, "I love you too, no I prefer cats to dogs, yes I do think you're sexy, and no Draco is not my gay lover." He placed a small kiss on her lips and left.
Sigh. I can die happy now!
"I heard that, you better not die at all." His voice sounded in her head. Stupid telepathy.