Chapter Two: 4 minutes to go…

Previously:

But any thoughts of love potions banished themselves from her brain as she finally appreciated what a brilliant green Harry's eyes were.

She couldn't believe how green they were, just this pure, untouched emerald green. It was amazing. She found she was fascinated by his eyes, which, incidentally were now locked onto hers, matching her curious, enlightened stare.

She found that those startling emerald eyes entranced her, that she wanted nothing more than to be closer to them. As if in a trance she began to walk slowly towards him, her eyes never leaving his, she didn't want to look away, she couldn't look away –they were so mesmerising.

It was so strange, she thought, so peculiar, that she should feel this way. It was all so sudden, the feelings were so overwhelming, and she didn't know where they even came from, but knew that it was what she had always wanted.

When she looked up and saw him smile down at her, she felt herself melt. No look, no touch had ever made her feel so much.

This revelation caused her to trip over something –or rather, someone. As she stumbled up, reaching for Harry as he pulled her up from the ground, the back of her mind registered that she had tripped over Blaise, who seemed to reaching out angrily for someone.

But this immediate thought didn't even get to register in her consciousness, as she was so focus on him.

As he drew her in close he was all she could think about. She found that as much as she liked it here, in his arms, she wasn't fully content. No, she knew she couldn't be, not yet, not when she still had so much to explore, for she knew instinctively that there was so much more of him to immerse herself in.

She didn't like the shrieks and grunts of the people around her –it was disturbing. It took away from the time she had with him. But, she noticed as Harry lightly trailed kisses down her neck, it didn't matter so much anymore, the only thing that did was the feel of his lips on her skin. Nothing had ever felt this good.

The sensation felt so strange, she thought, it wasn't like anything she'd ever felt before…it all seemed so knew an experience, his touch. It set her alive; it made her feel. She wasn't used to such an intensity of feeling when some one was kissing her in such away, but then again, she thought, no one had ever seemed to care for her so much in this way, to put so much care, love and passion into one feather-light kiss.

She was used to kisses being relatively nice, she could enjoy them, Krum hadn't been too bad, and neither had Ernie MacMillan, but this something entirely different. And not in a bad way, like Cormac had been. This was something she could happily and contentedly enjoy for the rest of her life.

A/N: ok, I realise this a quite a short chapter, but I think it suits the minute-by-minute theme… (I think that's how it's working, anyway) well thankyou all so much for reading :) and I hope the chapter was enjoyable, and gives one a sense of what's happening.

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