The Marriage Law

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A few days later, Hermione was walking around an isle in the library.

Harry had been acting a bit differently since the weekend and she was confused.
She was sure he didn't have any romantic feelings towards her for she knew, she was only his plain bookish best friend despite the circumstances.

But he'd been hovering around all the time, helping her in every little thing, walking her to classes, even going as far as to carry her bag. She knew he'd been staring at her when he thought she wasn't looking and the subtle way he wrapped his arm around her waist instead of her shoulder like always.

She thought the accidental grazing of her bum or her slipping onto his lap and even his walking shirtless in their common room was oversights but when she noticed him eyeing her chest while rubbing the side of her waist as he lay his head on her lap, she began to think there was something else at play. Maybe everything was not as accidental as it seemed.
So, here she was, in her favourite place, thinking about Harry. She knew she loved him. She's always loved him and he was an attractive wizard. She just thought him to be too out of her league. After all, he'd only ever showed interest in sporty, tall girls who're especially interested and talented in quidditch and she was none.

And there was that time when he so vehemently declared he thought of her as a sister. Maybe-

"Hermione."

Hermione was startled out of her musings by Harry striding into the same isle smiling like he was the happiest man on earth. She quietly put the book she'd been browsing back on the isle and completely turned to him.

"Harry."

She tried to hide her conflicting thoughts by smiling reassuringly.

" We've just finalised the team for this year and hey- what happened? "

He walked upto her after dumping his schoolbag on an empty table and bent down to her level.

"Harry...uh."

"Hmm?"

She thought she could just ask him. Right? There was no harm.

"Uh.. Do you... Really think of me as a sister? "

She looked into his eyes ready to gauge his answer when he gently pushed her back until that her back came in contact with the bookshelf.

"Really Hermione? You haven't figured it out? "

He whispered as he crowded into her personal space and she really had no doubt anymore. The grip of his hands on her shoulder, his laboured breathing and the expression in his eyes left no room for doubt. She was a bit taken aback as he cast a notice me not charm around the corner.

"Harry?..."

"Hmm. Hermione. I guess I need to prove it to you before you believe me that I really Do Not Think of You as my Sister. "

"W-what? "

Before Hermione could protest, he turned her around and placed her hands on the shelves.

"Tell me you trust me Hermione. "

She looked sideways at him and frowned.

"I do. "

"What did you say? I couldn't hear. "

"I do trust you Harry. "

"Hmm. Good. "