A/N
For Galya because she asked me to do it
For Silver Griffin because some of the lines are hers
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Hannah ran out of the common room, she didn't really know where to go. She knew if she went back to the dormitory Sally-Anne would find out and would either chastise Nigel for fighting with Hannah, or Hannah for upsetting Nigel and possibly messing up his hair. She could just see her, "Both of you, in separate corners!...No wait make that the same corner...No wait Hannah you sit on Nigel's lap..yes now that is better..." Hannah loved Sally but she tried her patience at times and Hannah didn't feel up to that tonight. She did need to talk to someone though, someone not involved in this whole fiasco. Hannah racked her brain until she thought of going to she if Parvati was in her common room, Parvati and Hannah had always been friendly and the semi-normal but very sympathetic girl might just be the perfect person to go to now.
When Hannah reached the Gryffindor common room it was empty. She was just about to turn around and leave when she heard footsteps behind her. "Hannah?" a gentle male voice said, "Is that you?"
Hannah turned around to find Harry standing by the stairs to the boys dormitory, his messy black hair nearly obscuring his bright green eyes. "Oh I was just leaving" she blushed."I had thought maybe someone would be up but it's kinda late"
They both looked down at their feet. "Well if you want... I'd be happy if you'd stick around and keep me company" Harry said, "I've kinda been having insomnia recently and it would be nice to have someone to talk to for once".
He didn't mention that she looked like she needed someone too, maybe out of delicacy, or maybe because he simply did not notice it. Maybe he was too busy trying to ignore his raging hormones; trying not to notice the way the dim light was reflecting off Hannah's golden curls, making them seem to glow like a halo; trying not to seem transfixed by the curve of her lips, or the curves that showed through her robes.
Hannah in turn was finding it hard not to notice the well defined muscles that showed through his thin t-shirt. She couldn't help but think that he had very sexy hair, the way it always looked as if he had just gotten out of bed, but that led to thoughts of Harry in bed and what Harry might be doing in bed. Who needs Nigel, Hannah thought to herself. After all here was this nice, extremely attractive, boy wonder offering her a cozy little evening together, while Nigel did nothing but pass her over for Lilah and insult her. Then Hannah thought of how Lilah had looked at Harry earlier that day..."Sure" Hannah smiled,"I can't say I have been getting much sleep myself". They sat down on a cosy little sofa nearby and Hannah could smell his clean, comforting, boy scent. She let her hand fall next to his at the center of the sofa.
"What brought you up here?" He asked.
"Nothing...I just needed to see someone who wasn't in Hufflepuff."
"How come?"
"It's not important..."
"Sure it is...come on, you can trust me"
Harry could feel the nearness of her hand without looking; he breathed in her sweet vanillaesque scent and unconsciously slid his arm over the back of the sofa. His fingers accidentally brushed the back of her neck, and he somehow forgot to move them away.
"I know this is foolish but I'd just prefer you didn't see me as an overly emotional mess of a girl"
"But I don't see you that way at all"
"You don't..." she almost whispered, turning to him.
He turned towards her and their faces were less than an inch apart. He could feel her breath on his face and wanted more than anything to touch her, but he couldn't just touch her because he was Harry and it was not his way. He inwardly mocked himself for even thinking that this beautiful creature would permit such a thing. "Has anyone ever told you how hypnotic your eyes are" he said in a daze, without thinking.
"No..." she murmured, scarcely able to trust her ears. This couldn't be what it sounded like. She must have just been imagining things because of the late hour and her own desire, she thought.
"Well they are" he paused. He had to do it; he had to know once and for all, "I am probably going to regret this later but...may I kiss you".
"Please..." Hannah started.
"I'm sorry, I mean you are much too pretty for me." He stammered, looking away. He couldn't believe he had just said that. What kind of fool was he? He'd probably just violated her trust and now she would run and away and never trust him again. "...not that you are only pretty, you are also really smart and sweet and well obviously I am totally out of my league" he added, "It's just, you're so nice, and I thought...no I didn't think...I wished that you seemed sorta fond of me-"
"Harry" she called. Her heart flying, "It's okay...you were right. I do want you to kiss me... I'm just hoping that you really mean all this and aren't just teasing me".
As an answer Harry kissed her, timidly at first but gaining confidence as her hands found their way into his hair and drew him closer. Eyes closed, they lost themselves in an embrace. Strangely enough, the two most bashful students in their year in general, once they got past the establishment of mutual desire, were not bashful at all.
For Galya because she asked me to do it
For Silver Griffin because some of the lines are hers
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Hannah ran out of the common room, she didn't really know where to go. She knew if she went back to the dormitory Sally-Anne would find out and would either chastise Nigel for fighting with Hannah, or Hannah for upsetting Nigel and possibly messing up his hair. She could just see her, "Both of you, in separate corners!...No wait make that the same corner...No wait Hannah you sit on Nigel's lap..yes now that is better..." Hannah loved Sally but she tried her patience at times and Hannah didn't feel up to that tonight. She did need to talk to someone though, someone not involved in this whole fiasco. Hannah racked her brain until she thought of going to she if Parvati was in her common room, Parvati and Hannah had always been friendly and the semi-normal but very sympathetic girl might just be the perfect person to go to now.
When Hannah reached the Gryffindor common room it was empty. She was just about to turn around and leave when she heard footsteps behind her. "Hannah?" a gentle male voice said, "Is that you?"
Hannah turned around to find Harry standing by the stairs to the boys dormitory, his messy black hair nearly obscuring his bright green eyes. "Oh I was just leaving" she blushed."I had thought maybe someone would be up but it's kinda late"
They both looked down at their feet. "Well if you want... I'd be happy if you'd stick around and keep me company" Harry said, "I've kinda been having insomnia recently and it would be nice to have someone to talk to for once".
He didn't mention that she looked like she needed someone too, maybe out of delicacy, or maybe because he simply did not notice it. Maybe he was too busy trying to ignore his raging hormones; trying not to notice the way the dim light was reflecting off Hannah's golden curls, making them seem to glow like a halo; trying not to seem transfixed by the curve of her lips, or the curves that showed through her robes.
Hannah in turn was finding it hard not to notice the well defined muscles that showed through his thin t-shirt. She couldn't help but think that he had very sexy hair, the way it always looked as if he had just gotten out of bed, but that led to thoughts of Harry in bed and what Harry might be doing in bed. Who needs Nigel, Hannah thought to herself. After all here was this nice, extremely attractive, boy wonder offering her a cozy little evening together, while Nigel did nothing but pass her over for Lilah and insult her. Then Hannah thought of how Lilah had looked at Harry earlier that day..."Sure" Hannah smiled,"I can't say I have been getting much sleep myself". They sat down on a cosy little sofa nearby and Hannah could smell his clean, comforting, boy scent. She let her hand fall next to his at the center of the sofa.
"What brought you up here?" He asked.
"Nothing...I just needed to see someone who wasn't in Hufflepuff."
"How come?"
"It's not important..."
"Sure it is...come on, you can trust me"
Harry could feel the nearness of her hand without looking; he breathed in her sweet vanillaesque scent and unconsciously slid his arm over the back of the sofa. His fingers accidentally brushed the back of her neck, and he somehow forgot to move them away.
"I know this is foolish but I'd just prefer you didn't see me as an overly emotional mess of a girl"
"But I don't see you that way at all"
"You don't..." she almost whispered, turning to him.
He turned towards her and their faces were less than an inch apart. He could feel her breath on his face and wanted more than anything to touch her, but he couldn't just touch her because he was Harry and it was not his way. He inwardly mocked himself for even thinking that this beautiful creature would permit such a thing. "Has anyone ever told you how hypnotic your eyes are" he said in a daze, without thinking.
"No..." she murmured, scarcely able to trust her ears. This couldn't be what it sounded like. She must have just been imagining things because of the late hour and her own desire, she thought.
"Well they are" he paused. He had to do it; he had to know once and for all, "I am probably going to regret this later but...may I kiss you".
"Please..." Hannah started.
"I'm sorry, I mean you are much too pretty for me." He stammered, looking away. He couldn't believe he had just said that. What kind of fool was he? He'd probably just violated her trust and now she would run and away and never trust him again. "...not that you are only pretty, you are also really smart and sweet and well obviously I am totally out of my league" he added, "It's just, you're so nice, and I thought...no I didn't think...I wished that you seemed sorta fond of me-"
"Harry" she called. Her heart flying, "It's okay...you were right. I do want you to kiss me... I'm just hoping that you really mean all this and aren't just teasing me".
As an answer Harry kissed her, timidly at first but gaining confidence as her hands found their way into his hair and drew him closer. Eyes closed, they lost themselves in an embrace. Strangely enough, the two most bashful students in their year in general, once they got past the establishment of mutual desire, were not bashful at all.