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A Flawless Love
Chapter 8
A kiss to remember
Harry returned after what felt like 30 seconds. He inconspicuously made his way onto the bed and expectantly looked at Hermione.
"I'm done." Harry informed, snapping Hermione out of her daydreams and hazes.
"Right…where was I? Oh yes…"
"What was that?" Harry finally broke the silence, and his voice sounded as if it echoed.
"I—I'm not sure." Shaking her head, Hermione glanced over the little they could actually see inside the cave.
"Harry? Hermione? Is that you?" The male voice came from the right of them, which only caused the teenagers to squeal at the startling figure. Hermione rested her fearful eyes on his orange locks, then his frightened face…which was easily visible.
"Ron? Where's Lavender?" Harry questioned.
"I'm not sure. She was with me one moment…and then I turned around, and she wasn't there."
"Ron!" The voice scared them all, especially when Hermione clung to the side of Harry, but immediately jumped off when she grew quite unsociable.
"Lavender! Where were you?" Ron's arms clad Lavender's waist between his deadly grip, only encouraging Lavender to pull her arms around his neck.
"I don't know. I was so scared, Ron, I thought you had left me. I was just walking along, and when I had to stop to fix my band-aid," Lavender paused, raising her arm lightly to reveal the ruddy band-aid wrapped around her index finger. "I looked back up and you were gone. I tried to go forward, but you were no where in sight." In one breath. She actually managed to say all that in one breath. But she ended up gasping for air afterwards and panting to catch up on the pace her breathing set.
"Calm down, it's all right." Ron reassured, hushing her slightly while he waved his hand to shoo off his friends.
Harry nodded, and dragged a worried Hermione behind him. "Herm—"
Harry stopped Hermione in mid-sentence. Her gasp wasn't heard considering a pair of lips was drowning them out. She couldn't believe it. During the dream-telling, Harry obviously hadn't been paying attention, but planning his next move; to attack her with his lips.
Hermione's train of thought was tugged away at the feel of Harry's tongue on her own. After she loosened into the kiss slightly, Harry pulled her to his chest, so she was nearly on his lap.
"No, Harry…this isn't right." Hermione managed to protest, slowly tearing their lips apart.
"Of course it's right. I think I deserve a reward for my patience…" Harry stopped, now moving his lips to her collar-bone.
"Harry, please," Hermione regretfully pulled him off, and moved towards the other end of the bed.
"I…I'm sorry." Harry apologized. "I don't know what came over me."
"It's okay, Harry, but you should probably be getting back to your room." Hermione blurted under her breath. She stood up and opened the door.
"Right. Good night." Harry stood up, planting a peck on Hermione's cheek; a friendly gesture, and retired of the room.
Hermione fell to the ground the second he left. She sat against the wall, staring blankly at the small area of her room. What happened? She tried to recall the kiss. The feel of his lips on hers. The lovely sensation of his tongue massaging the inside of her depths. No. No! This wasn't right. You aren't supposed to be thinking about that.
But she couldn't help it.
That night she curled up in her blankets and dreamt about the kiss. About the way he protectively wrapped himself around her, like a little blanket. She shuddered in her sleep at the thought.
Meanwhile, Harry had made several mental notes not to run into Hermione any time so. That would be extremely awkward.
Before he knew it, he was drifting off to sleep. He dreamt about the way he had kissed her. The way that Hermione gave in after only seconds. The way she would become completely incoherent when he kissed her.
If he honestly wanted her to, he could get her to give up reading. Even magic. That's how much she enjoyed the contact.
Harry's dream was quite a bit like Hermione's. As if they were connected.
When the two gasping teenagers awoke in the middle of the night, at almost identical times, they had both remembered their dreams very faintly. It haunted their heads. It stalked their every thoughts. It took over there minds and bodies and filled them with lust and passion.
Harry sat up in his bed, rubbing his eyes and looking around. Whilst Hermione, next door, was lying back against the smooth, cool, cased pillows. Her eyes lingered on the textured ceiling, and her thumbs were twiddling at her stomach.
This was going to be an interesting year for the Gryffindors.
A/N: Whee. I love this chapter. I had so much fun writing the kissing scene…and I really wanted to make it longer, but I had a horrible writer's block. I need more ideas! I have a few of my own, like possibly making Hermione and Harry have the same dreams, which I mostly got from Elora Potter. But I would love you if you gave me more ideas! Reviews equal UPDATES.
