Hermione was numb.
See? This is what happens when you do things like this! You get smashed.
Silent tears started to fall from her eyes. She felt blindly behind her for the chair and sunk into it, sobbing loudly into her hands now.
Charlie spun around, still clutching the paper. He had never felt so many emotions at once. Fear. Joy. Ecstacy. Horror. Bliss. Fear again.
He was shocked to find she was sitting in the chair crying.
"No, no, no..." He sat down next to her and wrapped one arm around her waist, the other smoothing her hair. She jerked slightly at this, but when she realized what he was doing, she seemed surprised.
"What?" She looked up through her tears.
"Don't cry, Hermione, don't, please." He said. He patted her back reassuringly, but she only sobbed louder.
"I-have-never-been-so-embarrassed!" She sobbed loudly.
"Hermione, please, don't be! We're both...augh! I feel so stupid!"
"Wha, what? What do you-"
Her words were drown out when he kissed her.
(This time, it was one of those soulful, gaze-into-your-eyes-while-holding-hands kisses that you'd want your first kiss to be. Or second kiss, as the case may be.)
"Hermione, I love you. I have loved you since the World Cup. I-I just didn't say anything because I didn't think you'd liked me back."
She gave a small laugh at this. He tilted her head up with his thumb. He didn't seem to be able to look away from her eyes. They had never looked this sad before, yet so happy.
He kissed her again, lightly, wrapping both arms around her back now. She didn't move for a few seconds, then, suddenly, she pulled away.
"No." She was crying again. "This is so, so wrong."
He ran his fingers through her hair. "Then why does it feel so, so right?"
A/N: Blarg...rereading this, I wish it had been written by someone better...I promised myself I wouldn't go back and rewrite, just reedit, but I'm sorely tempted...I'd lengthen this, at least...
See? This is what happens when you do things like this! You get smashed.
Silent tears started to fall from her eyes. She felt blindly behind her for the chair and sunk into it, sobbing loudly into her hands now.
Charlie spun around, still clutching the paper. He had never felt so many emotions at once. Fear. Joy. Ecstacy. Horror. Bliss. Fear again.
He was shocked to find she was sitting in the chair crying.
"No, no, no..." He sat down next to her and wrapped one arm around her waist, the other smoothing her hair. She jerked slightly at this, but when she realized what he was doing, she seemed surprised.
"What?" She looked up through her tears.
"Don't cry, Hermione, don't, please." He said. He patted her back reassuringly, but she only sobbed louder.
"I-have-never-been-so-embarrassed!" She sobbed loudly.
"Hermione, please, don't be! We're both...augh! I feel so stupid!"
"Wha, what? What do you-"
Her words were drown out when he kissed her.
(This time, it was one of those soulful, gaze-into-your-eyes-while-holding-hands kisses that you'd want your first kiss to be. Or second kiss, as the case may be.)
"Hermione, I love you. I have loved you since the World Cup. I-I just didn't say anything because I didn't think you'd liked me back."
She gave a small laugh at this. He tilted her head up with his thumb. He didn't seem to be able to look away from her eyes. They had never looked this sad before, yet so happy.
He kissed her again, lightly, wrapping both arms around her back now. She didn't move for a few seconds, then, suddenly, she pulled away.
"No." She was crying again. "This is so, so wrong."
He ran his fingers through her hair. "Then why does it feel so, so right?"
A/N: Blarg...rereading this, I wish it had been written by someone better...I promised myself I wouldn't go back and rewrite, just reedit, but I'm sorely tempted...I'd lengthen this, at least...