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She didn't answer. She simply smiled and hit him with a nearby pillow.
"Oi!" He bent, trying to avoid the pillow, but was unsuccessful. It hit his shoulder with a muffled thump. He smiled. "Hitting on me, now are you?" he added, playfully.
Her eyes went wide. Her mouth opened into a shocked grin. With that, she gripped the pillow harder and whacked him with it, over and over.
He laughed, a fiery glint in his eyes. He took the abuse like a man, or at least somewhat like a man. He laughed harder and harder, and interjected statements at every possible opportunity.
"Our wedding colors will be red and gold!" "We'd pick hideous bridesmaid's dresses!" "We'd put a lock on the Great Hall to lock out the greasy gits!" "You'll wear a traditional gown, complete with veil and train!" "Dobby can be the ringbearer!" "And just wait until our honeymoon--"
She was temporarily distracted from her abuse of Harry. Her eyes went even wider. Their honeymoon? She got an evil grin on her face, and whacked Harry with the pillow, hard, across the face.
He blinked and grinned. "I shouldn't hit a lady, I know, but you asked for it!" He grabbed his own pillow from behind him, as they were still sitting on his bed. He hit her with the pillow. Soon, they were both engaged in a gigantic pillow fight. Harry, obviously the stronger of the two, quickly took the lead. He succeeded in eventually liberating her pillow from her, and, taking her wrists, wrestled her into submission. She was a strong fighter, and taking control of her was difficult, but after a long laughter-laden battle, he finally pinned her down. His own pillow lay forgotten next to him, as he sat over her. She was laying on her back on the bed, and he was kneeling on one side of her waist, his hands keeping her wrists firmly in submission over her head.
They were both flushed and hysterical. They laughed, almost in their own little worlds, hardly noticing their physical positions. The laughter gently subsided, and Hermione slowly opened her smiling eyes. At that second, they were both hit with the realization of their situation. Harry, on his knees, had his upper body merely inches from hers. Hermione realized that she was completely at his mercy, vulnerable and with her hands pinned above her head, and his body close to hers. She closed her eyes again, expecting it to disappear when she opened them. She would be just sitting there next to him, like always. Slowly, she opened her eyes.
Green.
It was all she could see. His eyes, piercing and warm and kind and inviting and intense. A new feeling enveloped her. Though she was completely at his mercy, she did not feel threatened. Even in this position, where she was powerless and defenseless, she felt safe, safer than she'd felt in years. Her breath was hitched and she flushed again, this time not out of laughter.
He looked down at her. She had closed her eyes, as if she expected something to be different when she opened them. In a way, he thought, something was different. He didn't know what was different, but when she opened her eyes and he gazed again into her caring brown ones, he knew something had changed. He looked over her, lying still beneath his frame, her hands in his. She blushed under his gaze. Harry grew warm and flushed also, but couldn't will himself to move from this position.
Neither could move. In reality, Hermione could have rolled out from under Harry's arms. But something told her not to. Hermione lay still, and Harry kneeled over her, both feeling new waves of emotion, that they had never felt before.
Hermione was hit with several thoughts at the same time, all of which shocked her. An idea hit her that Harry was going to kiss her. Her next immediate thought was that he wasn't, because they were friends. More thoughts came, a million miles an hour. They were destined to fall in love. She wasn't in love, or was she? Was he going to kiss her? Part of her was absolutely terrified at the prospect. They had shared a kiss already, but hadn't had a chance to think before that one- it was like her body had run on automatic. She was lying under Harry, and was scared and thrilled at the same time. She was scared that he might kiss her, but deep down she was anxious and excited. Something in the pit of her stomach hoped he would, even though parts of her brain begged that he wouldn't. She noticed their closeness, and her apprehension slowly faded. Her heart began to take over. Deep down, she knew. She was still anxious, but as the seconds passed, she felt an ever-increasing pull to kiss him.
He kneeled, very still, as if moving would break her. He studied her face, her eyes, everything about the moment, because something told him to. She was so vulnerable, but it wasn't like seeing her when she first came into the hospital wing. She was full of life, and it was a life that a voice inside Harry told him that he wanted to be part of. His heart lifted, and the feeling was undescribable. As he bent over her, still inches from her, he suddenly felt terrified. What was this magnetism that pulled him to her? And why did he have the sudden impulse to kiss her? He knew in his gut what it was, but refused to allow himself to believe it just yet. The desire was growing stronger. As much self-control as he had, he couldn't stop this. He abruptly lowered himself those few inches and claimed her lips with his.
This kiss was very different from the previous. The last one had been slow, gentle, peaceful. Neither Harry nor Hermione had thought about it the previous time, it had just taken over them while they were under the aura. It had been calm, soft romance with a kindness and respect that was chaste. This kiss was none of those. It was fiery, sudden, and strong. It, in a few short seconds, captured an undeclared and untapped love and desire. It had been a conscious thought on both of their parts, and despite their apprehension, both had wanted it. It was a bond, and was bold and new. Its fire touched them both in indescribable ways.
As quickly as it had began, it ended. With a sudden, lightning-fast twitch, Harry and Hermione were both sitting upright, facing away from each other. Though they couldn't see each other, they each knew that the other's cheeks burned pink as their own did. They were both quite warm, and blushed almost painfully. They both were humiliated by what had just happened, though they didn't know why. They felt confused by the strings of emotion, and afraid of what they had done and its possible effects on the future. They had just taken a giant leap into the unknown, and the unknown was a terrifying place to be.