Harry looked over at Hermione, his green eyes sparkling. "What, Hermi?" he asked.
"Umm, let's say for a minute…purely hypothetical of course…that I were to have…a…let's call it a 'crush'…on a certain person…" she stammered, and continued, "How could I tell them without jeopardizing the relationship that he and I already have…" she blushed softly, her cheeks gaining a rose color.
"Well, you could always wait for him to make the first move…" he said slyly, scooting in closer to her, and slipping his arm around her. "Or, if that's too painful, just tell him…he'd be bonkers not to feel the same way." Harry smiled, thinking *This is it! She DOES like me! I can't believe this is happening!*
"Oh, really? I bet the girl Ron said you had your sights on likes you too, I mean, if she really knew you…or even if she just met you…you'd be impossible to stay away from" Hermione smiled, losing her conscious self, the part of her that kept her in check, always at the top of everything, always having to be the best, be perfect, be RIGHT. She placed her right hand on Harry's chest, her skin tingling where he touched her.
"You really think so? Well, I hope she's right…sooo…planning on telling your 'crush'?" Harry asked, and put his other arm around her waist, drawing her even closer.
"Yeah, you convinced me, I'll go tell Malfoy right now!" she exclaimed, convincingly joking.
"WHAT?!" Harry said, his eyes suddenly hurt and confused.
"Yeah, and right after that I'll run naked through the school! No you idiot, I…I'm in love with you." With that she pressed her lips against his, pulling her true love in for her most cherished kiss.
Harry pulled back for a moment, and whispered breathlessly, "That last one I wouldn't mind seeing…" his eyes shone mischievously, and he closed the small gap between them.
"Oh shut up," Hermione said, and kissed him deeply, pouring all her love into Harry, her destined Soul Mate.
"Umm, let's say for a minute…purely hypothetical of course…that I were to have…a…let's call it a 'crush'…on a certain person…" she stammered, and continued, "How could I tell them without jeopardizing the relationship that he and I already have…" she blushed softly, her cheeks gaining a rose color.
"Well, you could always wait for him to make the first move…" he said slyly, scooting in closer to her, and slipping his arm around her. "Or, if that's too painful, just tell him…he'd be bonkers not to feel the same way." Harry smiled, thinking *This is it! She DOES like me! I can't believe this is happening!*
"Oh, really? I bet the girl Ron said you had your sights on likes you too, I mean, if she really knew you…or even if she just met you…you'd be impossible to stay away from" Hermione smiled, losing her conscious self, the part of her that kept her in check, always at the top of everything, always having to be the best, be perfect, be RIGHT. She placed her right hand on Harry's chest, her skin tingling where he touched her.
"You really think so? Well, I hope she's right…sooo…planning on telling your 'crush'?" Harry asked, and put his other arm around her waist, drawing her even closer.
"Yeah, you convinced me, I'll go tell Malfoy right now!" she exclaimed, convincingly joking.
"WHAT?!" Harry said, his eyes suddenly hurt and confused.
"Yeah, and right after that I'll run naked through the school! No you idiot, I…I'm in love with you." With that she pressed her lips against his, pulling her true love in for her most cherished kiss.
Harry pulled back for a moment, and whispered breathlessly, "That last one I wouldn't mind seeing…" his eyes shone mischievously, and he closed the small gap between them.
"Oh shut up," Hermione said, and kissed him deeply, pouring all her love into Harry, her destined Soul Mate.
