Crossroads

Chapter Four

You can notice how beautiful a friend is, especially if it is true.

There is nothing at all wrong in noticing that their eyes are deep whirlpools of burnt sienna that have the ability to suck you in, their lips are the color of crimson as tempting as the cherries from Washington, the curve of their neck is as slender as the slope of wineglasses, and their smile shoots you with rays of sunshine that you cannot help but feel your heart overflow with bliss.

There is nothing wrong in noticing everything from their head, crowned by glorious wisps of hair perfectly framing a face that the Muses will envy, to their cute little toes peeking out of delicate looking sandals.

There

is

nothing

wrong

in

noticing

her

beauty.

BUT YOU CANNOT BE AFFECTED BY IT.

Especially when you are Tom Felton and the friend you are noticing with alarming attention to detail and feeling blasted unnecessary attraction for is Emma "Char" Watson, WHO, might your subconscious just remind you, you decided on erasing any form of romantic feelings for and facing just as a friend or just like the little sister you have always considered her to be starting today.

Idiotic.

Imbecilic.

Of all the most moronic things you can –

"Tom?"

He allowed his eyes to clash against hers and notice that other than their beauty, they held worry.

If it were only possible, he would have kicked himself. His distraction had been noted and it made her concerned.

"Sorry", he smiled to assure her and erase the apprehension in her brow, bringing himself back to the present as well, "I was just a little distracted by something. Shall we?"

Char nodded slowly to acknowledge his answer and responded with a smile to match his.

They walked side by side towards his car and when he automatically opened her side of the door for her, she gave him a weird look that made Tom belatedly realize that he was acting like this was a date between lovers... not friends.

"Way to go Thomas!", he could not help releasing a bracing breath after he closed her door and with as much calm and cool he could muster, he walked to his side of the car and tried to act like what he did was nothing.

She knew how much of a gentleman he was.

Hopefully, she would just charge it to that.

"I hope you're hungry", he began as his engine purred to life and they went out the road.

Her eyes brightened. "So, where are you taking me?"

"It's quite exclusive."

"Thus all this mystery?", she prodded him playfully.

He smirked. "Impatient as always Watson?"

"Only when it comes to food Felton", she quipped back.

"Nothing much has changed then."

Her laughter tinkled. "You're the same."

She always gave him such great openings for a comeback. "You can't change hotness like this, I tell you."