Hermione had no idea what was going on with her. Was she about to get sick? She had completely lost her appetite and spent the entirety of the following days in a vegetive state lying in her bed doing absolutely nothing. She was supposed to draw up some reports for her boss but found that she couldn't concentrate at all.
She could still feel Fred's lips linger on her cheek, burning with fire every time she brushed her fingers across it. She couldn't help but think that maybe - just maybe - she was slightly falling for him.