He was shouting. I could feel the blood rising up in his words spilling them out over the rims of his mouth. Close enough to feel his heart beating fast I could imagine his lungs ready to implode. I reached out to touch his hair and he stopped talking, darted away, and looked alarmed, wand out ready to counter-attack anything I had to offer. What did I have to offer? I couldn't remember. My thoughts were beginning to daze out and I smiled inwardly as I felt blood rush up to my head. Walking shakily to him, I reached out a hand and slowly lowered his wand. He was scanning my face. Always on the lookout for danger, he was. Did he ever see anything else inside of me? I may have said this out loud. I can't remember. But I remember the look in his blank emerald eyes when I leaned towards him. They had stopped trying to calculate me, for they had stopped darting. His eyes stared right into mine, two sights fitting perfectly into one another. What did he see when he looked at me? Did he see in my eyes that all it took was not a word out of his mouth and I instantly shut up to hear that beautiful silence that filled his aura? To study his perfectly still body when he was listening intently to others; taking in his fierce reaction to mention of his parents, of Sirius, of Voldemort, of me. I angered him. He hated just the very essence of me.
Staring right into his eyes, searching for something beyond those pearls of forests, as if I could see right into his mind if I looked hard enough… It was then I lost control. Lips pressed up hard against his, I was kissing him when I collapsed.