Disclaimer: These lovely characters are still not mine.
Thank you everyone for the reviews and comments. I'm sorry to say that Roger will not disappear but don't worry he'll never be Harry. Big thank you to my two lovely reader's Jenn a.k.a. Lady Raven and Beachbaby560. I know many of you are pretty miffed at me continuous interrupting action between H/H. Don't worry this chapter makes up for all of it. Anyway hope to hear what you think and most importantly enjoy.
The Middle of Understanding
Chapter 10
Kisses
"Are you sure you are better? I mean you still look very pale." Roger asked while we walked towards the Hogsmeade carriages. "We could stay at school if you like. It's not worth you feeling worst just going out." He placed his hand on my shoulder.
"I'm fine Roger. I just didn't sleep well last night. I want to go." Besides I don't want to be alone. After settling in an empty carriage, we sat comfortably for the short trip. My thoughts drifted off towards the argument I had with Harry and Ron. I had refused to talk to either of them. They did try their best but I would just walk away. Why am I being so stubborn? I simply rather have calm my nerves then high-strung personality.
"What is wrong?" He leaned closer peering into my eyes.
"What do you mean?"
"Hermione, your not happy. I could tell at yesterday's meeting. Now you look like you're going to cry. Do you want to tell what's wrong?" He rested his hand on my knee. Instinctively I shifted my knees away from his touch. He withdrew noticing my sudden awkwardness. Why did I move away? It's not like I'm afraid of his touch. Keep talking and maybe it'll get better.
"Just issues with Harry and Ron. I am worried but I'm sure I just need time to handle the problem." I gave a forced smile.
"I see," he answered quietly. "Hermione I know I'm not one of your great friends, but I would be willing to listen to anything you want to tell me." Roger gazed back with sincerity shining at me. I should tell him that maybe he could help. I opened my mouth ready to speak when nothing came out. We stared into each other's eyes and it felt comforting.
"Thank you," I smiled. "You know you never finished telling me about your family. I believe we left off discussing your father." The afternoon was spent just walking in the town and carefree expressions. We discussed everything and anything. I had a great time. We could have a serious debate and not be life threatening. We could laugh without the back of my mind worried about consequences. We could be normal teenagers.
"I'll get us our butterbeers. You just sit here and think about what I said." Roger winked at me.
"But Roger, Professor Snape and McGonegall would never happen. I don't even want to think of that possibility." I shoved him towards the bar. Still laughing my eyes wonder to notice most of the upper class was here as well. Madam Rosmerta was cheerfully discussing with many of the Professors at the back tables. I waited comfortably for Roger when I felt his eyes burning into me.
"Hermione," Harry and Ron said cautiously.
"Hello," I huffed.
"Hermione you look amazing. I don't see anyone of you for two years and you all change drastically." A voice called out beside them. I was so focused on my friends that I didn't recognize the familiar face. His sandy hair was shorter this time but he still had worn out eyes. He did look much healthier then I last saw him.
"Professor Lupin," I smiled genuinely.
"Now let's not be so formal. I'm not your teacher anymore. Please just call me Remus." He grinned showing off a very dashing smile. "May we join you?" he gestured at the empty chairs next to mine. Dilemma? Yes or No. You're on a date. No I'm not. Are you sure? No. I looked at there waiting faces. Just let them sit down.
"If you would like too," I sat back down into my own chair. As we settle around the table, I glanced to see Roger return with a puzzled expression. "Roger you remember Professor Lupin."
"Of course, Hello Professor," he nodded politely. "Hello Harry, Ron how is everyone today?" Roger placed the drinks down to shake Remus's hand.
"I'm fine Roger. Please call me Remus." He smiled cordially. Harry and Ron gave feeble smiles to him. "Would you like butterbeers also?"
"No, I'll get them Roger. Please sit and I'll be right back." Remus then left the four of us alone, staring awkwardly at each other. Stiffly we sat not sharing must conversation. I fiddled with my hands while Roger sipped his drink. Ron's eyes wandered every else and Harry decided to concentrate by staring straight at me. Luckily Remus returned or I would have screamed from vexation.
"When did you arrive Remus? I had no idea you were coming." I asked curious of his sudden appearance.
"I sent a letter to Harry two days ago. I was expecting you to meet me as well today. I was rather surprised when you weren't there with them."
"Well they have been extremely busy with other things. They forget to tell me anything anymore." I answered with a bitter undertone at Harry and Ron.
"I would have told you if you weren't activity avoiding us." Harry spat back at me.
"She's been busy with Prefect duties. We are planning arrangements for Christmas." Roger briskly answered with a slight commanding tone.
"She's seems to be busy with you a lot Roger. Angelina doesn't even see you as much as Mione." Ron gripped his fist tightly on top of the wooden table.
"We handle different duties Ron. We have many responsibilities. Hermione you should explain to them how much you have too do." Roger placed his arm around my chair.
"She has explained Roger. From what she has told me, it's the Headboy and girl who distribute their duties. Maybe she would not be as busy if you let her relax once and while." Harry snapped leaning his body over the table.
"I was not aware I was the one causing her grief." Roger narrowed his eyes at Harry.
"Well I know I'm not the only one," Harry equally glared back not showing any retreat. Is it just me or is everyone staring at us? I glanced around to see that everyone was. Great more gossip to fuel the mindless people. Why are boys always so riled up? I should have known when three males surround you. The red siren of male testorone should have gone off.
"I'm sure Hermione can handle her own priorities." Remus awkwardly laughed. "So Hermione, I hear you are going to be an older sister. Have you thought of any names?" He raised his voice taking control of the conversation. I knew I like Remus for a reason.
"Actually I was thinking of a few names. I have always like the names Steven, Jack, or Nathan." I listed the names off. "But my favorite name is Dante," I recalled my favorite muggle book.
"Those are great names. I'm sure whatever it is, he'll be as smart as his sister." Remus winked at me, and I blushed from the comment.
"How is Snuffles? Has he contacted you in awhile? I have not heard anything about him for a long time." Before he answered he paused to look at Roger. Roger sensing that our evening was pretty much over, decided to leave.
Standing up he said, "Hermione, I'm going to head back early. I have some papers I still should work on. I'll talk to you tomorrow. Remus it was good to see you again."
"Likewise," Remus replied with relief.
"Harry, Ron, I'm sure we will talk later."
"Bye," they snipped towards him. Roger lifted my hand and gave a quick kiss. Then he left me, to fend against Big head 1 and 2.
"What a gentlemen he is?" Ron muttered to himself. I chose to ignore his comment and direct my attention back to Remus.
"Snuffles is fine. He is staying at my place. He is getting plenty of rest." Good, one less worry.
"Wonderful, I was getting worried about his well being." I wrapped my jacket tighter around me. "So why are you really here? I know it is more then a friendly visit."
"Happy to know you are still so keen. Has Harry given you that note?" Remus eyes turned to Harry.
"Yes I gave it to her awhile ago," he shifted in his seat from my own stare.
"I've been working on it Remus. Is it really urgent? I can try harder translating it." I knew I should have worked harder on it.
"Oh, take your time. We want it to be precise."
"I'll make sure it will be," I started coughing uncontrollable.
"Mione are you okay?" Ron stood in concern.
"Ron go get some water," Harry gave a slight shoved to Ron. "Hermione sit down. Ron will get you your water." He swiftly moved beside me. My head hurts. "Your hands are freezing."
"Mione drink this," Ron handed me a hot cup of water.
"Harry why don't you bring Hermione back," Remus directed to Harry.
"I'm fine. I just have a little headache." I persisted to them.
"I was going to Remus. How about we meet tomorrow?" Harry ignored my comment and stared pulling towards the door.
"Sounds like a plan. Get some rest Hermione." Remus then walked towards the back of the room.
"I'm going to find Ginny and tell her what happened." Ron walked the opposite direction as Harry and I moved towards the carriages. The late afternoon was slowly disappearing with the moon already high in the sky. Harry's quick pace made the cold air harsher, crashing into my face. I tried calming my nerves by breathing in and out. My head was spinning and I felt disconnected from my body. I began coughing and Harry suddenly stopped walking. My body still in motion impacted with his. Spontaneously he held me around my waist drawing me closer to his body heat.
"Your shivering," he wrapped his robe engulfing the both of us. "Come on you will be warmer once we're in side." We settled in the carriage and my body shivered less yet the pounding still continued in my head. Soon everything seemed to turn foggy and I could barely hear Harry's comforting murmurs. We arrived and I felt his direction towards the Tower.
"Nene can you walk up the stairs by yourself?" He cupped my chin trying to catch my attention.
"No," I forced my weak voice to say. Not caring if I was still mad at him, he easily lifted me into his arms. Once we reached my bed, he gently set me on my bed.
Holding my hand, he kissed my knuckles and whispered, "I'm sorry." I had no power over my stubbornness and his soothing hands rubbed my painful temples.
"I know Harry. I just wish you can tell me what's happening."
"I want to but not now. Sleep Nene, we'll fix this later." He pulled the blanket over me. As he was moving away, I felt all the warmth left my side.
"Harry," I called out with a needing tone.
"Yes," he turned back staring at me.
"I'm cold." Don't go
"I'll get you more blankets." No
"No, I don't need blankets. I just need you." Being so tired I started crying from pain and exhaustion. He swiftly moved back besides holding my reaching hands. "Harry please stay, I'm cold when you leave." I moved giving him space on my bed. Harry then lay beside me, bringing me closer into his arms. "Much better," I placed my head on his chest.
"Sleep Nene," he gave small kisses in my hair.
"Promise you will be here later."
"Always," then I drifted off feeling content with everything around me.
I woke hearing the steady heart beat below me. It sounded like hollow drums calling for a master. The music of life, which Grandpa Patrick would say to me. I always love listening to heartbeats. It's so fascinating how a tiny muscle could keep people alive. With out its movement all life would cease to existence. Funny how the smallest things seem the most important. But I know I should move. I know this is wrong for him to be here. But I know I need this moment to last.
Sighing I lifted my upper body, slipping out his embrace. Staring at his tranquil face, I realized he was still asleep. His eyes flickered continuously indicating that he was still dreaming. He had a sweet grin, which just made him look adorable. I brushed aside his unkempt hair, revealing the famous mark. Curiously I trailed my finger over the lightening bolt. My finger slowly traveled down his forehead, over his noise, then near his lips.
As I descended on top of his mouth, his hand stopped my action. I quivered by his awareness and guilty looked away. I felt his hot breath on my finger while he guided it towards his cheek. Pressing my hand on his face, I felt how smooth it was. He kept staring at me like I was going to disappear. Nervously I tucked my hair behind my ear.
"You still should be sleeping." Harry jolted me back on to the bed. With full force, I hit the covers causing a thump sound.
"Harry I'm not tired anymore." I tried moving up. He grabbed both my arms, pinning them down. Suddenly he was staring down towards me, with a look I have never seen before. Our breathing quicken and I was losing all my senses. All I could think of was how good he smelled.
"Me neither," he hoarsely answered licking those gorgeous lips.
"Maybe we should talk then?" I anxiously stuttered out.
"Later," he moved his head closer to me. Nervously I moved my head, adjusting it to the side. This lead to Harry's mouth landing on top of my earlobe. Why did I move? Slowly he nibbled on my ear, like treasured candy. Unconsciously I mutter at his amazing gesture. His arms descended down my side, and I giggled at how sensitive his touch was. His left hand shifted beneath my head while his right rubbed my lower back. "Have I ever told you how great your ears are?" He whispered then continued his nibbling.
"No," I said out loud. I think I'm in heaven. Then he started sucking on my ear, and I lost all control over my thoughts. He left my ear to the side of my neck. I wanted him to stay there. The hot moisture hit the cool air, making me shiver. He sensed my protest because he returned to my ear. "Harry?" Please don't stop.
"Nene," he moved my head, attacking my other ear.
"What are we doing?" I wrapped my arms tighter around him.
"I don't know," I slowly brushed his back. He started placing kisses along my neck. "Do you want me to stop?"
"Are you crazy?" He chuckled. I said that out loud.
"Good, because I'm not ready too." He devilishly answered. What is he up too? Then I got my answer when he started sucking on my neck.
"Harry," I screamed sharply shocked by his action. This feels way to good. I thought Victor was good. Harry is so much better. Wait a second. My best friend is giving me a hickey. "Harry maybe we should," before I could continue, he sucked harder. I started murmur incoherent words and fiddle with his hair. Finally after a lifetime, he pulled away from his task. Focusing back I saw how flushed his face was. He had taken off his green sweater revealing a black button up shirt. The top three were left unbutton, revealing a tiny bit of his chest. His eyes were slightly glazed and small beats of sweat on the side of his face. I wonder how I look? Feeling utterly hot, I moved away leaning against the bed. So what do you do now? He sat up opposite of me. The silence returned and I blushed rapidly. He just gave me a hickey. We haven't even kissed yet. He gave me a hickey. I can't believe he gave me a hickey.
"So are you feeling uncomfortably or is it just me?" I tried saying with a humorous tone.
"A little," he placed his hand over mine. "Sorry, I shouldn't have don't that." He looked away ashamed of himself. Why?
"Don't be," I quickly answered. His eyes sparkled with intensity. "I would have stopped you if I didn't want you too." I bowed my head down not wanting him to see my embarrassed face.
"I guess we both needed that," he lifted my chin. Staring back at his green eyes, I knew it was different between us now. I don't think I could ever look at him with out wanting to kiss him senseless.
"Please kiss me?" I spoke and his eyes burned with passion. Why do I keep saying things out loud? I was incredibly red and I casted my eyes away. He let out a strong laugh and crawled closer to me.
"Anything you want Nene," his lips descended near mine. But as some cruel humor by fate my stomach growled. There goes that moment. We both laughed and he pulled away. Yet this time the interruption didn't cause any unwanted tension. Infact I haven't felt this happy in a long time.
"I guess I'm hungry," I rubbed my stomach.
"Come on Nene, let's put some food into your system." Harry jumped out of the bed and strolled towards the door. Not without a kiss Harry Potter. I leaned on my bedpost and called out his name.
"Harry, you still haven't given me that kiss." I batted my eyelashes and licked my lips. In one action I was in his arms hovering below his lips. He drew me closer and uttered, "Maybe later." Then he left me in a state of shock. What! I can't believe he left me like that.
"Mione are you sure you're all right? Ginny's in the Hospital Wing training if you need a check up?" Ron questioned while the three of us walked in the early Sunday corridors.
"Ron, I'm fine. I feel much better from yesterday." I fiddle with my hands while quickening my pace.
"Then why are you wearing a turtleneck? You never wear them." He loomed over me. I started blushing from yesterday's incident and Harry grin automatically. "Now your cherry red." He placed his hand on my forehead.
"Ron, she's fine. I'm positive that it is not her health causing her to blush." Harry swung his arm around Ron.
"What is it Harry? I know you have an idea with that smile of yours." Ron started using his whining voice.
"Ron sometimes girls do certain things for certain reasons." Harry winked and laughed to himself. Oh I'll get him later.
"What," Ron still incredibly confused.
"Ron forget it. We are going to be late in meeting Remus and Professor Figgs." I grabbed his hand and dragged him along.
"Why does Ron get to hold your hand?" Harry called from behind us.
"Because Ron doesn't say stupid things," besides I'm not peeved with him. "And you're deliberately being annoying." We reached the classroom with the door still closed.
"I was just stating the facts." Harry answered innocently.
"You know what you said Harry Potter." I started squeezing Ron's hand in anger.
"Mione," he pulled away. " Are your knickers to tight or is it some pent up frustration?" He knocked on the door, stepping away from me.
"No," I flared my nostrils. "You two just like to pick on me."
"Who is picking on you?" Remus opened the door to us. His eyes gleamed in humor at my flushed face and their innocent smiles.
"They are," I stormed into the room with Professor Figgs pouring tea into five cups.
"Hello Hermione, how are you?" She asked sweetly unaware of my vexation.
"Fine," I irked crossing my arms. He can be so annoying. Why am I so mad? Because he was teasing you about the turtleneck. You mean because he didn't kiss you. Oh be quiet.
"Good morning boys," Professor Figgs greeted them with her eyebrows raised.
"Morning Professor," they casually replied sitting next to my tense body. "Well Hermione I know you probably have a lot of questions, so we decided to try our best and answer them today." Professor Figgs delicately sat besides Remus across from us. She had wavy blonde hair today that framed her rounded face. She appeared to be around Remus age and her blue eyes twinkled towards us. "Harry and Ron informed me you found some of their injuries."
"Yes, I'm concerned about them." I moved away from Harry's nearness. "Why are you still here Remus?"
"I'm here to report some recent events and visit Arabella." He smiled towards her. "We were in the same class."
"Did you know the Maudarer's then?" I asked Professor Figgs.
"Yes, they were a memorable group." She winked devilishly. "Harry maybe you should explain what has been happening."
"Sure," he cleared his throat. "Well Professor Figgs and Charlie have been training us in defense."
"Why?"
"To prepare us against Death Eaters and Voldemort." Ron flinched at his name.
"Is it just Ron and you?" I twisted my head between them.
"No, Professor Dumbledore asked other students as well." Harry moved his head away from me.
"Oh," why wasn't I asked?
"What Harry means is people, who we thought need more training?" Remus replied instantly sensing my sadness.
"You're a very talented witch Hermione. We are focusing on advancing their abilities. You're a very advance witch. Many of us decided to wait for others in their training before informing you." Professor Figgs said reassuringly.
"So these past months you have been only training?" They all nodded simoustenously. "Then what was the major problem? Why couldn't you tell me, if you were going to in the future?" I specifically asked Harry and Ron.
"We wanted too Mione. But I couldn't say anything." Ron looked to Harry then away from me.
"And why not?" I placed my hand on his shoulder. Please tell me Ron.
"We all swore to secrecy." He nervously stuttered out.
"Ron, you are telling me now. Who told you not to tell me?" I kept persuading him. He usually gives in to my pleas.
"Hermione it was a secret. But we are telling you now so it doesn't matter who told us not too." Harry said relieving Ron from my attention. Before I could interrupt Professor Figgs intercepted my voice.
"Hermione we are telling you now because we all believe you should have the right to know. You have been working very hard on translating and we know you would have many questions about it."
"So no more hiding? You will tell me the truth from now on."
"Yes," Harry firmly answered. Then why do I still feel your hiding something?
"Well I should be off, I promised Padfoot I would be back today." Remus gently kissed Professor Figgs on the cheek. "I'll owl you when I hear more news." She blushed shyly at his tender tone.
"Do you want me to walk with you?" She placed her hand his shoulder.
"No, you still have work to do. Besides I have Harry and Hermione to join me." What about Ron?
"What about Ron Harry?" I whispered to him trying not to interrupt the imitate conversation the two adults were sharing.
"He has to train with Professor McGonegall." Other teachers are training as well.
"But I thought you said Charlie and Professor Figgs were training you two."
"They are with main combat but we need to work on other aspects of magic as well." he recited like a teacher lecturing a child. I wonder how many times he has heard that phrase.
"Shot I got to go before McGonegall turns me into a cat. Bye Harry, Mione thanks for not being to mad." I only nodded, still not sure how I felt at the moment. "Remus take care, be safe." Ron patted the older man, and smiled sadly at the Professor then left in a blazing hurry.
"I think that's my cue to leave also." Remus gazed not moving away from Professor Figgs.
"Remus, Hermione and I will be waiting outside." Harry took my unwilling hand and pulled me out the classroom.
"Harry I don't need you holding my hand like a 5 year old." I tugged my fingers from his tight palm.
"Well if you were observant to their behaviors, I wouldn't have to treat you like one." He reached his hand out.
"What are you talking about?" I shifted aside from his touch.
"Nene their lovers." He advanced closer to me. Why I would have never pictured those two an item.
"I didn't notice." I found myself impacting with the stone wall.
"Sometimes you don't notice things when it comes to affection." His arms raised trapping me in between him.
"You know I have always look for straight forward answers." I gulped a dry lump in my throat.
"Yes, I know you do." Once again his hand touched my cheek. Suck it up and ask Granger.
"So are you going to give me one?"
"You haven't asked a question." His hand traveled down fiddling with my turtleneck.
"Are you trying to be pompous today?" I shoved his teasing touches.
"Your still mad at me." He grinned happily. "I have no idea I could effect you this much." His persistent hand reached my lower back forcing me to collide with him.
"Only when you're annoying Potter, and lately that has been your status."
"I'll remedy that later on," he blew into my ear causing ripples of exciting sensations down mine spine. That felt way to good.
"Remus promise to owl me when," Harry acted like nothing happened between us. He and Remus trudged along and I glowed madly at my own imagery thoughts. What was Harry going to do?
"Sorry I had you do this tonight. I know how you asked not to patrol on Sundays." Roger walked with me in the cold winter halls.
"Roger it's fine. Besides I really had nothing to do tonight." Except stare at Harry and wonder what he is doing.
"So I didn't cut time between you and Harry? I mean Sunday is when you two always walk around the lake." His voice had a cutting edge, especially when he said Harry.
"Roger do you have a problem with Harry?" I asked in a short temper manner. I really don't need attitude from him too. I already have enough of that from Ron. On top of that I have a very bipolar Harry. One minute he's affectionate, the next he's plain old Harry.
"Not with him personally but I know he is competition."
"What are you talking about?" I threw my arms up in frustration.
"Hermione I know there is more between you and Harry then just friends." He sadly answered. "But I still don't want to give up on a chance to be with you." Why can't Harry be like you? His hand reached out to hold mine with hope shining in his eyes. "Honestly is there a chance?" I looked into his warm brown eyes and a flicker of despair was seen.
"Kiss me," I vaguely said to him.
"Pardon," he gaped in shock.
"Kiss me," I moved forward pressing my hand on his chest. Without asking twice, his lips laid on mine softly. He's not like Victor who had tentative kisses. Though Harry hasn't kissed me, his touches don't make me shake all over. Since I had not pulled away, Roger placed his arms around my back. Deepen his kiss, I felt him place all his energy in to the action. Then I felt it, he was comforting. His touch always the same. His attitude never wavering. He gave me direct answers. Would it be bad of me to choose him? Would I betray Harry? Pulling away I looked into those same brown eyes and felt safe.
"Even if I never have a chance with you, I will remember that kiss as long as I can." Comments like that make me want to give you a chance. "Thank you," he stated and started walking away. Don't ask me why but something clicked. The thought of him leaving me made me sad. I know he'll never be Harry but he was reliable.
"Roger I thought you said you would wait for me." I called to him with sheer nervousness. "I didn't think you would back down from your promise." He stopped and I saw pure joy in his smile. I always like his smiles.
"I don't plan to anytime soon."
"Goodnight," I fidgeted with my dark blue sweater.
"Goodnight, sweet dreams," he place a small kiss on my forehead then walked away.
"I thought you said you didn't like him." A dark figure said from the shadows of the hall. Calming my nerves from fright, I peered closer to see the lurking body.
"No I said I wasn't sure how I felt about him. Besides why should it matter to you?" I marched away not wanting to see those piercing green eyes.
"Of course it matters to me." Harry gripped my wrist, halting my forward motion. Stepping behind me, his breath hit my ear. "Did you like it when he kissed you?"
"Are you spying on me?" I hissed threw my teeth.
"Yes," he pressed closer making my distraction increase rapidly. "What's your answer?" Stop thinking about how good he smells.
"I have nothing to compare it too." I twisted my head, sneaking a glance at his face. His jaw was locked, which only happened when he wanted to say something.
"Then find someone to compare it too," he let go. Oh you're not doing this to me again.
"Harry James Potter, if you don't stop right there, I will never speak to you again." I bellowed placing my hands on my hips. His newly acquired smirk appeared while he casually leaned against the wall.
"Why do you want me to stop?"
"I thought you said you wouldn't be pompous anymore."
"Yes but then you had Roger fix that for me."
"Well if you fix it in the first place, I wouldn't have asked him." Then I received the same look, which made me into Jell-O. It was so intense that it made it hard to breathe. Calm down. "Your not going to do anything unless I ask." I realized with pure fatigue.
"Yes," he lowered his head in defeat. So the weight of our friendship is on my shoulder. As silence fell between us, thoughts swirled in my head. Should I do it? What would happen afterwards? All these years and it would change drastically. Am I ready? Is he ready? What would happen if it didn't work? He deserves someone much better. I'm just Hermione. But he's your Harry.
"Harry that is a very hard question to ask."
"I know," he lifted his bowed head. I opened my mouth ready to speak when he pressed his hand to stop me. "Nene not yet. These past few days have been very emotional for you. I want you to really think about this. Guys like Roger will come in and out of your life. You might even want a relationship with a couple of them. But Nene what we have will always be here."
"Maybe I don't want anything else but you." I pulled his hand down, stepping closer to him.
"So are you going to ask?" A.k.a. are you ready?
"Later," then I moved my head up reaching those beautiful lips. I gently touched with hopes of him deepen it but he still stood motionless. Disappointed I retreated away, turning my eyes from his blank face. Well don't I feel stupid.
"Why did you do that?" My eyes started forming moisture around the rims. "Now I'll never be able to stop." He quickly closed our gap and placed those lips on me again. This time it was like a blazing inferno rushing all over my body. No dream or fantasy could ever replace the feeling of his hungry mouth against mine. He immersed his arms around me. Our bodies molded into one, and we lost each other into our kisses. Finally needing air, we pulled away revealing very flushed faces. Slowly I breathe letting the cold air reach my lungs.
"So you're not mad at me anymore." Harry grinned widely.
"Only if your not annoying to me," I pressed my head to his chest.
"You doing that makes me want to kiss you again." His arms still rested beside my hips.
"Harry be serious."
"I always am because you're so beautiful." Why can't he be sweet all the time? Blushing I stepped away from his tight embrace.
"We should head back. I still want to go over my notes and I want to relax in front of the fire." I started to stroll along towards the Gryffindor Tower. Harry quietly walked next to me, occasionally touching my hand with his.
The rest of our night was spent in the company of our fellow classmates. Everyone seemed occupied with his or her own activities to notice my beat red face. Ron was playing chess with George while Fred and Angelina snuggled on the couch. Ginny argued with Lavendar and Pavarti about Charlie, with Dean, Seamus, and Neville laughing at Ginny's disgusted expressions. I quietly read facing the warm fire with Harry lying in front of me. His right arm was placed behind his head, while his eyes were close. Anyone looking would think he was sleeping but his other hand carefully massaged my calves. I smiled sweetly knowing that we had an unspoken relationship.