A/N: Here's chapter 2. I was bored so I thought I'd update again lol cause I was too excited. Thanks to everyone who reviewed! And thanks to Swimangel57 who pointed out my little mistake. Please R/R! Your comments mean the world to me!
Chapter 2: Crash Into You
The next morning I woke up feeling slightly light-headed. As I recalled the previous night's events, I couldn't help but smile. Sure, nothing major happened but I guess it was a start.
Walking down the stairs I could hear the clattering of the pots and pans, a definite sign that Harry was already up and about. When I reached the doorway of the kitchen, I lifted my eyes, ready to greet Harry, only to be surprised by the greeting that I got of his perfectly naked chest. I didn't know whether the sight of him standing there, with only a towel wrapped around his waist made the situation better or worse. It's not like I minded or anything, but he wasn't supposed to know that.
"Oh, morning Mione," he said with a sheepish smile. "I wasn't expecting you up so soon, otherwise I would've um…dressed accordingly."
All I could do was stand there with my eyes transfixed somewhere they should not have been. Finally, snapping out of my depraved little musings, I smiled and quickly dashed to the table, hiding my burning face behind the newspaper.
From the corner of my eye I saw Harry place two plates on the table and sit down next to me. He shifted slightly in his chair, giving me his full attention. I kept my eyes locked on the newspaper in front of me. If someone asked me what I was reading about I couldn't tell them seeing as my mind kept screaming: `Don't look at him! Don't look at him!"
He chuckled.
"Uh, Mione are you feeling alright?" he asked studying me with a worried look, although it seemed as though he was trying very hard to contain his laughter.
"Yeah…why do you ask?" I replied shakily.
"Well, since when do you read the Sports section of the Daily Prophet?" And there he went, grinning like an idiot.
"Oh…I've really gotten into Quidditch these past few years… I wanted to know the results of the last game."
I was always a horrible liar.
"You can do that with the newspaper upside down? I mean you'd think that you were trying to -"
"Trying to what?" I asked, turning around in m chair so that my eyes were now level to his.
Big mistake. My eyes kept moving from his eyes to his lips. He was much too close. I saw his eyes darken just before he cupped my chin with his hand and brought my mouth to his. The kiss was chaste at first but it quickly deepened and grew more and more desperate. I felt his tongue against my lips so with out thinking twice; I opened my mouth to his. Fireworks were flashing behind my eyes and sirens were going off in my head. I wrapped my arms around his neck, trying to get as close as I could to him. But it still wasn't enough. He smiled against my lips as he pulled me closer to him. This is what I had wanted for so long and I was actually happening. I was sitting here, kissing Harry like there was no tomorrow. And like and idiot, I pulled away.
"Why'd you stop?" he asked after steadying his breathing.
"I just - we can't do this. It's not…it's not right" I avoided his gaze as I knew that if I were to look him in the eyes I would blow my cover.
He sat there staring at me with a blank expression on his face.
"I'm sorry," I whispered. I rose from my chair, turned my back on him and walked out of the kitchen, tears streaming silently down my face.
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