I was caught on top of the monument. The force of the blast had thrown me at least twenty feet in the air. I was surprised I didn't break anything. The block of marble was at least seven feet off the ground. I was afraid to jump. I'm not sure why. That was when he walked over. He had fought valiantly. I saw him taking the Death Eaters down, one by one. He had been covered in blood, and decided to take off his robes. He approached me. Standing at the bottom of the stone, he reached up with both arms motioning for me to fall into his embrace. Then, as I was getting prepared to jump, he withdrew his arms. He looked at his shirt, also bloodstained, and removed it. There he stood in all the glistening glory of sweat and muscular curves. How his robes hid them well. His skin, although pale, seemed smooth. His dark eyes transfixed on me again, and he reached up to me. I took one look at him. Poised with his arms reaching to me, he was only clad in his dark trousers, a silver buckled belt around his waist, and his black leather boots. His hair straggled around his flushed face. Those eyes caught mine again. He knew I was looking. I wanted him to know. For some reason, I wanted him to catch me falling, not only into his arms, but into his mystery. That's when I did it.
I jumped down and felt his hands grasp around my waist. I could feel him breathing rather rapidly against my chest. I was lost in his gaze. I found my hands gently tracing the line of his shoulders and arms. The guilty pleasure of feeling his masculinity under my fingertips aroused me. Every line of every muscle seemed to burn its way into my memory. His hold on me never let up, but instead it tightened. My hands glided over his moist skin up to his neck. I barely pulled down, but he knew what I wanted. He leaned into me. His lips barely brushed against mine. Then he took me. His kiss left me breathless. Some would say it was wrong, but it felt too good to be wrong. I let him explore my mouth. He let me explore his. We stood there in each other's embrace, firmly entwined in the moment. We didn't hear the approaching crowd.
"Hermione? What are you doing with Snape?" Ginny asked.
Our bodies broke apart, but we still held onto each other gently. I looked up into his eyes, those deep dark eyes, and said the only thing I could.
"Falling in love."