Despair | Legolas & Hermione

10. Habits

Harry and Hermione allowed the trio to stay with them at their camp. Since they were all refugees, it was only smart to stay together, since the chance to stay alive increased if they were a group.

Days passed and Legolas and Hermione had still not talked to one another. Legolas had made several attempts to get in contact with his lover again, but she was too stubborn to give in.

The witch really missed him and it was really hard for her not to talk to him and not to forgive him, but she wanted him to know what she had felt when he had left her.
The former elf-prince had watched her looking at him quite often and she felt caught every time he saw her glancing over to him.

She tried to concentrate on her books. But she just couldn't stay focused on reading. Her thoughts always wandered to the perfect elf staring at her, while she was browsing through the pages.

It reminded her of the first days after the library-moment with him. After they had talked to one another the first time, an interest on both sides had started to grow. They saw each other with different eyes now, and their paths crossed very often. Most of the time they met, wasn't actually by accident; Hermione was regularly reading, at a bench in front of her house. She was always sitting there at the same time, because she knew Legolas would always walk by at that time of the day. As soon as he would appear around the corner she glanced over her pages to watch him walk, stand, talk or whatever he was doing at that moment. She tried not to be caught, but it was just so hard to look away from him. She loved the way he moved and the way he talked too much. She often lost herself in his blue eyes and ended up daydreaming about him. She wanted to be with him more than anything else, which was unfamiliar for her, because she had never experienced something like that. She had feelings for Ron, yes she did have feelings, but they were different and certainly not that strong. When Legolas was around she always felt like a little girl drooling over her idol. She hated herself for that, it made her uncomfortable and she hated losing control over herself and her body, which certainly happened when the elf was nearby.

Another day like that had come and Hermione was sitting on the bench again, waiting for the blond handsome man to walk past her. This time she didn't have to wait for long, the elf came around the corner, when she hadn't even been sitting outside for ten minutes. His long and thoughtful steps made him look like he was floating. She felt how her stomach rotated in her belly and how it made jumps. When she started sweating out of the blue, even though it was winter and it was freezing, she tried to look away from him again and concentrate on the book she was reading. What was it again? Ah yes it was called "The Epics of the First Age". She tried to read a sentence of the page she was on, but really didn't know what she was reading. She gave up the third time she had to reread the sentence.
Her hands were still sweating and her heart was pounding like a lunatic in her chest. She didn't quite understand her own body anymore and she hated it. On the other hand, she loved it. She couldn't help it, when the elf walked by and looked into her eyes for a brief moment, she entered an alternate universe, where Legolas and herself were completely alone at a summer's night, where it was raining a little bit, but it was a warm nice rain. The sun was going down and the stars came out and Legolas and Hermione were sitting next to each other when the elf started to touch her hand, which caused her body to shiver. It was the best feeling she ever had, even though it wasn't real, but at the same time it felt like the most realistic thing in the world. It was terrifying, because she had never known anything like this. When in her imagination he was coming closer and closer the witch felt a thousand butterflies in her stomach, she didn't know if she would throw up or start to laugh hard in his face from being nervous. But before Hermione could think about anything else, Legolas had reached her lips and she couldn't help but open her mouth and press his head against hers; she wanted him so bad and tried to be as close as possible to him, so she pressed her whole body against his. The kiss was extremely passionate and Hermione couldn't help but run her hands through his hair and touch him everywhere she managed, while he held her as tight as he could so she would be closer to him. She could tell that she hadn't been the only one dreaming about this, it seemed Legolas couldn't stop himself either. The kiss became more intense and -