April 8, 2003
Soon
They both like each other. Oh, it's so easy to tell. The way he sneaks glances at her in the middle of the lesson, pretending he's just looking around the room. The way her gaze unconsciously rests on him whenever she's daydreaming, or in a gloomy mood. The way they flirt openly in front of everyone, but blush the moment someone teases them about it. It may have started as a game, but I know they don't think that now.
And it's not like they don't make a cute couple. They do. How she always softens her expression when she talks to him, or looks at him. How he looks at her a million times when he's playing Quidditch. How they hold hands and joke around, always smiling.
But these are dark times, and they're more aware of it than anyone, him being who he is. Yet, they don't let that stop them. In fact, I think they live even grander, just to take life by the leash. I can't help but smile when I see them.
The other day, when I was on my way to the Great Hall for dinner, I saw them talking in the hallway. They were discussing something in low tones, their faces incredulous and happy. I was turning around, ready to leave, when I heard what I wanted to hear. A reason to stay.
"-you know he likes you." He had finished saying, smiling mischievously at her, though I could see from just around the corner that his eyes were a bit doubtful.
Closer to him in distance and friendship, she caught that right away.
"Are you... jealous?" she asked teasingly.
"No." he said quickly, and I shook my head. Biting my lip, I thought to myself, wrong answer.
"Oh, Harry. You know I don't like him." She said barely containing a laugh.
He shoved her playfully and she rolled her eyes. Stepping closer to him she draped her arms around his neck.
"You know I only love you." She said in a mock seductive voice.
He smiled smugly and nodded. "I know that, it's just nice hearing you say it out loud again and again."
She looked at him, on her face a shocked expression, and she stepped away from him. Turning around she started walking away towards the Great Hall, letting her bag slip from her hands to the floor.
He chuckled and walked quickly to catch up with her, picking up her bag when he passed by it.
"Come on, Hermione. You know that's just ego talking."
She hmphed and continued walking, though now with a slight hop in her step.
"Oh, forget it." He said snorting, and she turned around and smiled at him. Opening the door to the Great Hall she turned to look for Ron. When she spotted him, she called back to Harry to walk faster. He complained about the weight of the bag, but quickened his pace nonetheless. Together they walked inside, joking about something or other, already to far for me to hear.
I smiled and headed inside as well, it wouldn't be long.
They still aren't together, but I know it won't be long. After all, this is something said by me. Very rarely am I mistaken about matters of the heart. I am unique like that. Besides, they're staring at each other right now; it's not that difficult a prediction.
"Parvati, hurry up with the answer, time's up, and McGonagall is starting to look annoyed." I hear Lavender say in her no-nonsense tone.
Looking down at the half-answered question in the parchment, I take my quill and finish jotting down the rest. I hand it to Lavender, and she in turn hands it to McGonagall. Amidst the usual clatter of the chairs, we stand up and head to the door. Before going out I look back to see Harry ticking a laughing Hermione, Ron nearby looking amusedly at them. Lavender turns to them as well then tells me what I've know for so long.
"It won't be long now."
Oh, I'm sure of that.
Disclaimer: Everything Harry Potter related belongs to JK Rowling, the plot belongs to me.
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