A/N: Thanks for the reviews! Sorry to anyone I confused: these are just scenes I write for myself to try to get a handle on who a character is or how they might react to a certain situation. It's really just a kind of writing exercise I do to help me with the full-length fic that I'm writing. The Ron/Hermione scene won't actually be in the story, for example, because Harry's not there -- and I'm using Rowling's style and only writing from Harry's POV -- but it helps me to get a handle on how those two characters might react and interact.
Here's another for ya. If you like these, do check out my other story and let me know what you think of it.
Thanks!
Lacy
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"Harry!" Her voice was pleading. Reluctantly, he stopped on the stairs. She hurried to meet him, stopping a few steps above. "Look," she began quietly, "I'm sorry about my dad. He's a total asshole, but you have to consider where he's coming from. In America, you're like an urban legend -- a baby who defeated a dark wizard that no one else could kill? You have to admit, to someone who doesn't know you really exist..." She paused, her eyes searching his. "I can see why my dad wouldn't believe it," she said finally.
"I don't care what your dad believes," Harry answered. "What do you believe?" She smiled at him fondly.
"I believe that you're a good guy, Harry, and I believe that you would never lie to me or do anything to hurt me." She took another step down so that they were now only one step apart. "And I believe that, against my better judgement, I'm doing the one thing I swore to myself I would never do."
"What's that?" Harry breathed, unable to take his eyes off her. She gave him a very small sultry smile.
"I'm falling for a wizard," she whispered. Harry's heart leaped against his ribs. She was very very close. His mind didn't seem to be working properly, so he let his instincts take over.
Reaching up with one arm, he put his hand on her waist and drew her down towards him until her face was level with his. She did not resist. Closing his eyes, he found that he didn't even have to think about what to do as his lips met hers. Her hand found his shoulder and squeezed it gently. He wished his other arm were not holding his bookbag, so that he could hold her properly.
And then it was over. They broke apart and he noticed that she was blushing furiously. She smiled wryly at him and gave a little mock sigh.
"Now you've done it," she said softly. Below them, a rush of noise signaled that the feast had ended. Any moment the stairs would be flooded with well-fed students heading back to their dormitories.
She retreated back up a few steps. "Goodnight, Harry," she said softly.
"Goodnight." He watched her until she was completely out of sight.