Veronica and Logan (Veronica Mars)
"Can I have a word with you alone?" Brandon Hunt asked Hermione, looking at Harry with annoyance. Harry clenched his fists, but Hermione nodded.
"I'll be a minute," Hermione said to Harry. When he didn't move, she added, "I'll be fine".
Harry stared menacingly at Brandon before walking out of the room.
"What?" Hermione said warily. After their experience with his colleague, Sean, Hermione felt unnerved by Brandon's presence.
"Why's he so protective?" Brandon asked, his eyes on the door that Harry had just walked through.
"None of your concern," Hermione bit off. "What do you want?"
"I-" Brandon hesitated. "I'm not like him, you know. I didn't approve of what he did and I want to help you."
His hostility had evaporated and he looked sheepish. Hermione's gaze softened as she appraised the sincerity in his look.
"You'll help us fix it then?" she asked somewhat skeptically.
"I will," he said. " Even if it means working with him." He jerked his thumb towards the door.
"Great," Hermione said, now a little more enthused. "I'll be in touch. But just so you know, accosting me is not the way to get my attention."
Hermione took a deep breath before walking out of the inn room and back into the hallway. She saw Harry at the end of the hall, pacing. Although his frame was slight, she knew the muscled arms he hid under the leather jacket he wore. Not to mention his strength with his wand. Knowing he was worried about her warmed her, but she wondered why he might think she was unable to defend herself. She had, after all, proven herself with her wand work before, even if her defense against dark arts were lacking (Hermione still thought of her "E" in Defense Against the Dark Arts with dismay; she had not done any better on the N.E.W.T. level exam, despite having spent the entire year before practicing defense in the real world.) Hermione looked into Harry's eyes, trying to gauge what he might be thinking.
"Are you okay?" He asked, looking her up and down.
"I'm fine," she brushed him off. Her eyes trailed down his face, lingering on his lips for a moment. She hesitated. Somewhere deep in her, Ron came to mind. But he never made her feel this way. Like she was on fire, Hermione thought to herself. Then, in a swift moment, she took a step forward, stood on her tiptoes and kissed him. When she pulled back, he stood unchanged, staring at her. She sighed and began to walk away, but felt his hand on her arm. He pulled her towards him and leaned his face down to kiss her. She felt his tongue in her mouth, hungry for her. One hand held her head in place, while the other slipped around her waist. She slid her own hands up his back, pulling him closer to her. While she had kissed him hoping that he had begun to feel the same way about her, she had not expected this. After a minute, she put her hand on his shoulder and gently pushed him away. She looked into his eyes again, a feeling of warmth spreading over her. Harry's hands lingered at her waist for a moment before letting her go. He cast his eyes downward and she turned on her heel and left. Hermione glanced back at Harry once when she had reached the hallway before disapparating.
A/N: I own nothing. And although these are one shots, my other fanfiction is in mind.