Evanora

Fluffy One Shot - }i{

It was breakfast. Hermione, Neville, and Ginny all knew there was something more-than-friendly between Harry and Evanora. Ron didn't, of course, because he was oblivious to most things. Evanora knew it the best of all of them --- how couldn't she when she couldn't even look at Harry with a serious face for ten seconds. Hermione thought it was pretty amusing, not as much as Harry though. By the third week of Hogwarts, he took most delight in teasing her. But this was the second week.

"You can't keep a straight face, can you?" Hermione asked at me, to her right.

"Yes I can, I just choose not to. . ." I lied.

"Okay, fine, then prove it." She said. Harry looked up from his potions book and glanced curiously between the two. "Let's see then. How long can you not smile at Harry."

I closed my eyes and breathed deeply and relaxed my expression. "Okay, ready, set, go," I said, looking mundanely at Harry, who began to grin as I struggled not to smile. Once his smile spread across his face, I couldn't help but to erupt into silent giggles and face-plant my head into my hands. Hermione, Ginny, and Neville erupted into laughter as Harry sniggered at me. "I can't do it!" I admitted.

"See, I told you! Look at her, she just doesn't have it in her!" Hermione exclaimed. She did me a favor by not saying why, but she was for sure thinking it. It drove me wild.

Harry started to pick up on this idea more and more.

Sometime later in the common rooms:

I sat by the fireplace on a comfortable armchair. My damp hair was almost dry, and I hadn't used the styling brushes yet, leaving my hair to naturally form large curls at the tips. I was halfway done with my potion's homework when I had a desire for something sweet. I looked up and around the dimly lit room to find a bowl of apples on a table next to a figure sitting at a table. I looked to the figure to find that Harry was watching me. I looked down quickly as my cheeks heated up slightly in the firelight. I put my parchment and quill down on the seat I was sitting at and watched the rug as I began to walk over to him. Out of my peripheral vision I could see him straighten up and stiffen as I came towards his direction. I stopped before him and looked up to his cautious eyes, unaware of why I had come over here. I glanced between him and the untouched bowl of colorful apples. He just watched me, not really knowing what was happening, but didn't break his fixed eyes on me. I looked at him apprehensively while slowly stretching my arm across the small table to grab one of the sweet apples off the top before taking looking at him curiously as to why he was looking at me so oddly, and I backed away to my seat whilst taking a crunchy bite with a look that said "just getting an apple, chill out."

RON/HERMIONE POV

Ron shrugged next to Hermione as they watched us, absorbing every movement and detail.

"See," Hermione said.

"So you think they're dating because they're awkward? Eva's always been this weird," Ron said.

"No, of course not. They would have told us by now. But i'm telling you, it will happen. See the way he looks at her," she said.

"He just looks at her," Ron stated simply. Hermione scoffed and rolled her eyes at his cluelessness. Harry finally shifted back to his potions book from gazing at her curiously.

The next day:

I swaggered into the great hall wearing a modest, but attractive outfit that suited me perfectly. It was a cold day, so I carried a thick black jacket in my right arm. It was a sunday on the weekend, and I didn't have much more homework, so I was almost free for the rest of the day. I usually didn't wear my hair down, but I was having an effortlessly good hair day, and polished up my outfit just for fun. Ron looked uncomfortably to me and then down to Harry, who I realized was scooting over for me to join next to him. I gave a small, delighted smile and slid beside him between Neville and him. It was snowing outside. "Neville, aren't your plants dying?," I observed that it was snowing out the windows to the great hall.

"Professor Sprout enchanted the greenhouse," he said delightfully.