Disclaimer: The characters are not mine. They, along with everything else, belongs to JKR.
Author's note: Hope you enjoy it.
Corrected by Sarcasm Rox. My poor grammar. :(
Basically the story is not mine anymore. It revolts around my idea but ...
You have a snowflake in your hair.
Can't you see what you've done to my heart and soul?
- Interpol
"Hermione, I need to talk to you," he said. She turned around, her curls bouncing swiftly, and stared at him profoundly as if asking "about what?".
Good question.
He didn't know what had made him say that and now as he stared back at her amber brown eyes, he was mute. He tried to look for an exit, somewhere to hide and evade her eyes. Suddenly it hit him, there was no escape. There was nowhere to hide. He dug his hands deeper into his pockets and bit his lip, nervously.
Now what?
He didn't know what to say to her. Okay, that was a lie. A down right lie. He had a lot of things to tell her, to talk about. Better, he wanted to bend her over and kissed her lips. But he couldn't. He didn't have the courage to do so and even less to tell her: I like you.
His mouth became dry as he tried to think of something to interrupt the awkward silence. He could talk about Quidditch. No, she doesn't like Quidditch, he reminded himself.
Her foot tapped impatiently. Her lips were firmed and tight but also pink and fleshy. Why did he have look? His insides now yearned to kissed them. He closed his eyes instead and remembered Ginny's conversation about Hermione & Krum. Stupid Krum. Stupid Ginny and her ludicrous ideas. How could she think that Hermione would kiss him? It wasn't possible. Not his Hermione. She couldn't have. Could she?
Bloody hell.
The imaginary Krum in his head bent Hermione and kissed her. Did she blush? Did her cheeks look as rosy pink as they do now? Did she kiss him back? He shook his head. She probably pushed him away and slapped him. Yes, she probably did. The imaginary Hermione pushed the imaginary Krum off and smacked him. There was a large red mark on the side of the imaginary Krum's face. Ron grinned. That was more like it.
Hermione let out a soft cough which made him open his eyes and stare into her's. Her untamable brunette mane was spread around her head. It was unusual and yet beautiful. It distinguished her from the others -- especially Lavender. He drew his hand out of his pocket and began stroking it. It was definitely different from Lavender's. He hated Lavender's, as of matter of fact. It wasn't as voluminous and natural as Hermione's.
When he noticed what he was doing he quickly let go of her hair and turned around, not meeting her gaze. He was so concentrated on his scarlet hue that he didn't notice the pink that had deepened on Hermione's cheeks.
Keep your hands to your pockets, he said to himself as he turned back to face her.
"Ron are you going to tell me what you wanted to talk about, soon?" Hermione said, her breath fogging as she spoke
Maybe.
But he didn't say 'maybe' out loud. He just let out a groan and shrugged. He couldn't ask the question that kept buzzed around his mind. No, he couldn't because he did not wanted reality to take form. He wanted to fantasize -- that if he ever get the courage to -- that he would be the first to kiss Hermione. He wanted to so badly that his gut tightened as he became more sure that Krum had already handled that.
"Hermione you have a snowflake in your hair," Ron lied.
Hermione ran her fingers through her hair, trying to rid it of the snowflake. "It must have melted," Hermione voiced after the unnecessary search..
Ron let out a noise but didn't say anything.
"Come on, let's go," Hermione said as she began to tread down the path to the Three Broomsticks.
They walked together, once in a while brushing their arms against eachother, accidentally, saying nothing. Each was lost in their own thoughts.