Chapter: 4 Frissions!?
As Ginny left, Hermione took out her wand and put everything back in the Quidditch kit and the brooms neatly back in the shed.
Then she was on her way back to the Burrow when Harry called out, "Hermione don't go yet. I want to talk to you about something."
"Well sure Harry, you can tell me anything," Hermione replied.
She turned to listen, and saw that Harry had his back to her.
Hermione then questioned, "So..?"
Without looking at her, he said, "Come lets stand near that apple tree."
When they did Harry started, "Um...Hermione for the past few months it seems to me that I have a tough time talking or doing anything with you."
"Hmmmnnn...so do you know why that is happening?" asked Hermione.
Here Harry was thinking, "Damn it! You should well know why this is happening but I want to know if anything like that is happening to you?"
Then he continued, "I don't know, it doesn't occur when I'm talking to other people...basically girls. But can you tell me what happens when I'm talking to you?"
Now Hermione's heart was beating fast and she thought, "Oh God! Harry I so know what you're feeling and I feel it too!"
She then said," I think you're feeling frission, Harry."
"Frission? Explain Hermione," Harry asked.
"This is something you'll have to learn in time and by yourself, Harry. So I can't make you understand it," Hermione replied nervously.
"No, no explain it to me, you understand these things Hermione!" Harry persisted.
Finally she said, "Look Harry when I talk to you the same thing happens to me too...frission thing I mean. The thing is I'm in l..lo..love with you!" Hermione finished blushing furiously.
Harry's heart was racing and he blurted out, "I think I'm in love with you too!"
The joy Hermione was feeling was expressed through her eyes.
Seeing that Harry smiled and the warmth of it washed over Hermione and her eyes softened.
In the woods
"Why did Hermione do this to me?" Ron thought in despair.
"Then Harry, my best bud...betrayed me!" he continued while drops of tears formed in his eyes. But he was startled by the sound of a loud 'Crack' and a girl saying 'oof!' He came out to see who it was and whispered, "Luna?!" in surprise.
Harry watched the soft invitation in her eyes. Tipping her chin up, he touched his lips to hers and felt the gasp of her indrawn breath at the same time her body seemed to tense. Puzzled by her rather extreme reaction, he lifted his head and waited for what seemed a long time for her to open her eyes. When her long lashes finally fluttered up, she looked confused and expectant and, yes, even a little disappointed.
"Is something amiss?" he asked cautiously.
"No, not at all, "she said politely, but it seemed as if the opposite were true.
Harry looked at her in waiting silence, a tactic that normally prompted others to continue speaking and which was predictably successful on Hermione.
"It is only that I seemed to expect something different," she explained.
"What was it that you expected?" asked Harry. Hermione shook her head, her smooth brow furrowed, her eyes never leaving his, "I don't know."
"Perhaps you were expecting-" he said softly as he slid his arm around her waist and touched his lips to her ear, "something more like this."
His warm breath in her ear sent shivers up Hermione's spine, and she turned her face away from the cause, which brought her lips into instant contact with his.
Hermione knew the moment his arm tightened on her waist and his lips began to move insistently against hers that she couldn't have been expecting this...not the stormy rush of sensation that made her gasp and cling tighter to him, nor the compulsion to yield her mouth to his searching tongue, nor the frantic beating of her heart when his fingers shoved into the hair at her nape, holding her mouth tighter to his while her body seemed to want to meet and forge into his..."Sound of high pitched wolf call!'
Both of them broke apart instantly in startled surprise.
But the surprised expressions were replaced with scowl on Harry's face and concern on Hermione's when they saw who it was.