"Pretty lady?" He quirked an eyebrow, his chocolate orbs staring into mine with amusement . He jumps off my body and holds out a hand in offering, "I'm at a disadvantage. You know my name, but I don't know yours."
"Emilia," I gasp, staring at his outstretched hand. A crowd has formed around us, heads poking out into the hallway out of curiosity. I reach forward and grasp his hand. I watch as the trolley lady motions for the others to step back into their compartments.
Ron mutters what sounds to be "bloody hell" and with a roll of his eye he slides the compartment door shut with a thud.I hear hurried whispers behind the door. "He looks like he's going to snog her!"His voice whines from the other side. The door slides open, and a red-faced Harry faces us.
"Are you alright?" He looks between Fred and me. His face tells me he wasn't asking because of the fall. His jaw is clenched, and he glares at our clasped hands. Fred smirks in his direction and pulls me from my position on the ground, causing me to knock into his chest. The smell of cinnamon and smoke fills my nostrils. I inhale deeply, savoring the scent.
"I'm fine." I answer, still looking into Fred's eyes. He smiles, and finally, I am able to step from him slowly, letting my hand fall back to my side. "Thank you, Harry." I send Fred one last glance and follow Harry back onto the compartment.
"What in bloody hell was that?" Ron looks at me in disbelief, his mouth hanging wide open. I blush and look towards my feet, For a moment almost forgetting that in this time, that was not my husband. What was I to say what I felt for him was beyond fleeting glances and hand-holding in the corridors. He is everything, all my hopes and dreams bundled into one person.
"It was nothing."I say as I pull Harry from his place in the doorway to sit beside me on the bench. "Now, how about those chocolate frogs."
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Hello, Again
FanfictionShe has lost everything, but she has a chance to fix it all, but can she do it in time?
