Title: Watching

Prompt: The song 'If we Kissed'.

Rating: PG-13

Word Count: approx. 450

A/N(optional): The two italicized lines are the lines from the song but are also Hermione's thoughts. Two lines of lyrics had to be used.

Watching

People watching isn't something you do, really. You're not really sure why you don't. You know Ginny loves doing it, you think it might be a confidence thing. You always thought you had to be confident in yourself before you had the confidence to watch people as they go along in their every day lives. But maybe that's just you.

But right now, all you're doing is watching as people pass you by, dance, talk, laugh and look lovingly in to other people's eyes. You've found weddings do that, there's such a huge amount of love on display that you can't avoid it, can't stop thinking about what, if, how or when...

You look at him dancing and your mind starts to wander. He has so much confidence in his self and you envy him, wanting to feel that you can overcome anything, step over any hurdle that stands in your way like he does, and you start to wonder why you haven't taken any more notice of him before.

He must have seen you looking at him, because before you're fully aware of it, he's standing in front of you and he's asked you something. You wish you could clear your head of thoughts of how smart and, well, sexy he's looking because he's still talking and you still have no idea what he's said.

You speak and I don't hear a word.

You shake your head and apologise quickly for being 'away with the fairies', he smiles and asks you if you want a drink. You nod and he disappears for a minute. When he returns he finds you in the same position as when he left and still with thoughts of him flooding your mind. You don't know if it's the punch you've already drunk, the fact that you're at a wedding, or the fact that you've never really looked at him before, but you stand, take your drink from him and then catch his eye.

You hold his gaze for what seems like hours and in a split second you think you're going to lean in and kiss him, and in the same moment, you think he's going to do the same.

What would happen if we kissed?

For a couple of seconds you contemplate doing it, leaning in and kissing him lightly, then maybe a bit more passionately, but then you remember where you are, that you don't really know him and that you don't know how he will react.

A second later, he's flashed you his trademark grin, gulped down his drink and gone back to the dance floor. You want to follow him, to dance with him and maybe start to answer the what, if, how or when, but you don't, you carry on sitting and watching and you notice over the rest of the evening, that he's watching you, too.