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{N/a: Wasn't that last chapter magical? Lol It is one of my favorites.}
Harry and Hermione hadn't told anyone about what had happened at the lake's edge for the rest of the day. They just hung out like nothing had happened, trying not to burst out into happy fits of laughter in the middle of class.
Hermione kept catching Harry looking at her, and she would wink. He'd waggle his eyebrows, and she would giggle to herself.
At the moment, she and Harry were situated on the couch, happily engrossed in a book together. Ron had noticed how close they were lately, and he was trying not to ask them straight out. He was giving them their time to tell him themselves.
"Harry! Stop! You keep wiggling the book, and I can't read the sentences!" Hermione complained, laughing. Harry sighed playfully and rolled his eyes.
"Here, you hold it." He shoved the book into her arms, but she pushed it away.
"No, that's okay. I don't want to read anymore." She took the book from his hand, and sat it down on the table beside the couch. Harry gave a huff and crossed his arms.
"So, what do you want to do now? We have the rest of the day to ourselves. No more classes." Hermione slowly made a smile creep across her face. Harry raised his eyebrows.
"Now, Herms. What if someone walked in and saw us?" He narrowed his eyes, then glanced towards the door. Hermione looked towards the stairwell, trying to see if anyone was coming.
"Okay, Harry. No body is coming." She lifted her legs up onto the couch, and started crawling towards him. She giggled. Harry scooted away and swallowed hard as she got closer.
"Herms, we can't." He put his hands out in front of him, trying to make her retreat, but she managed to push them away. Hermione crawled into his arms, and started kissing his neck lovingly. Harry closed his eyes, getting the chills, but then opened them again, realizing that he couldn't do this. Not with the off chance that someone might walk in.
"Hermione!" He said loudly, crawling out from under her squirming body. She sat back on the couch, staring at him, breathing hard.
"Why did you stop me?" She asked, glancing at his shirt, which she had been trying to unbutton. Harry took a deep breath.
"No, not right now." He stated firmly, trying to hoist himself up off the couch. Hermione frowned and got up, grabbing a hold of Harry's hands and helped pull him up as well.
"Let's go do something then." Hermione said, stretching her arms. Harry turned around to look out the window. It was still raining outside, and looked quite gray. It didn't look that inviting. Hermione took notice that he was staring out the window, and she grabbed his arm.
"Let's go outside!" She said excitedly, still tugging on his muscled forearm. His eyes widened.
"We can't go out in that!" He said, indicating his head to the windowpane, where drizzle was pouring against it, making a pitter patter. Hermione scowled.
"Sure we can! We were just out in it a few hours ago!" She insisted, letting go of his arm hopelessly. Harry stared at her. He blushed.
"Oh Harry, nevermind. Let's go find Ron or something." She huffed, turning and heading to the door. Harry followed her, his feet dragging. Of course he would have loved to sit and cuddle with her on the couch, but it was too risky.
*
"There he is!" Hermione exclaimed, catching a glimpse of his thick red hair across the library. No body could miss the brilliance of his amber flaming head. She and Harry walked over, hand in hand. Harry suddenly realized that this was a mistake. He pulled his hand away, much to Hermione's dislike. But then she too caught on, and shrugged.
"Hey." Harry said, placing a hand on Ron's shoulder. Ron looked up slowly. And as his face was finally in view, Harry and Hermione gasped in unison.
{N/a: Wasn't that last chapter magical? Lol It is one of my favorites.}
Harry and Hermione hadn't told anyone about what had happened at the lake's edge for the rest of the day. They just hung out like nothing had happened, trying not to burst out into happy fits of laughter in the middle of class.
Hermione kept catching Harry looking at her, and she would wink. He'd waggle his eyebrows, and she would giggle to herself.
At the moment, she and Harry were situated on the couch, happily engrossed in a book together. Ron had noticed how close they were lately, and he was trying not to ask them straight out. He was giving them their time to tell him themselves.
"Harry! Stop! You keep wiggling the book, and I can't read the sentences!" Hermione complained, laughing. Harry sighed playfully and rolled his eyes.
"Here, you hold it." He shoved the book into her arms, but she pushed it away.
"No, that's okay. I don't want to read anymore." She took the book from his hand, and sat it down on the table beside the couch. Harry gave a huff and crossed his arms.
"So, what do you want to do now? We have the rest of the day to ourselves. No more classes." Hermione slowly made a smile creep across her face. Harry raised his eyebrows.
"Now, Herms. What if someone walked in and saw us?" He narrowed his eyes, then glanced towards the door. Hermione looked towards the stairwell, trying to see if anyone was coming.
"Okay, Harry. No body is coming." She lifted her legs up onto the couch, and started crawling towards him. She giggled. Harry scooted away and swallowed hard as she got closer.
"Herms, we can't." He put his hands out in front of him, trying to make her retreat, but she managed to push them away. Hermione crawled into his arms, and started kissing his neck lovingly. Harry closed his eyes, getting the chills, but then opened them again, realizing that he couldn't do this. Not with the off chance that someone might walk in.
"Hermione!" He said loudly, crawling out from under her squirming body. She sat back on the couch, staring at him, breathing hard.
"Why did you stop me?" She asked, glancing at his shirt, which she had been trying to unbutton. Harry took a deep breath.
"No, not right now." He stated firmly, trying to hoist himself up off the couch. Hermione frowned and got up, grabbing a hold of Harry's hands and helped pull him up as well.
"Let's go do something then." Hermione said, stretching her arms. Harry turned around to look out the window. It was still raining outside, and looked quite gray. It didn't look that inviting. Hermione took notice that he was staring out the window, and she grabbed his arm.
"Let's go outside!" She said excitedly, still tugging on his muscled forearm. His eyes widened.
"We can't go out in that!" He said, indicating his head to the windowpane, where drizzle was pouring against it, making a pitter patter. Hermione scowled.
"Sure we can! We were just out in it a few hours ago!" She insisted, letting go of his arm hopelessly. Harry stared at her. He blushed.
"Oh Harry, nevermind. Let's go find Ron or something." She huffed, turning and heading to the door. Harry followed her, his feet dragging. Of course he would have loved to sit and cuddle with her on the couch, but it was too risky.
*
"There he is!" Hermione exclaimed, catching a glimpse of his thick red hair across the library. No body could miss the brilliance of his amber flaming head. She and Harry walked over, hand in hand. Harry suddenly realized that this was a mistake. He pulled his hand away, much to Hermione's dislike. But then she too caught on, and shrugged.
"Hey." Harry said, placing a hand on Ron's shoulder. Ron looked up slowly. And as his face was finally in view, Harry and Hermione gasped in unison.