Only You: Harmione Fanfic *editing*

Chapter Twelve - Poor Impulse Control

psa: short chapter but kinda cute :) enjoy lovelies xoxo doriwritesanything

     Hermione and Ron were finally civil in what seemed to be an undeniably immature, drawn out war, but it was clear that every location Ron was seen, Lavender was found stitched at his side. It was odd though. Ron seemed to be growing extremely weary of attempting to please Lavender all the while. Despite being civil, Hermione and Ron barely had the time to speak. When they passed in the corridors, he sent her a glare that one could read as, 'Please, say something that could distract her!', to which Hermione replied by laughing to herself.

     The once indestructible relationship with Harry was completely on the contrary. She attempted to smile at him when they passed, but his ears would simply turn a shade more red than blood and he would quicken his pace. Hermione would then roll her eyes and continue down the hall by herself, a title she was far used to by now. She also knew that Harry's progress with Slughorn was moving incredibly slow, seeing as whenever he was visible in the corridor's and Harry attempted to get his attention, he would scold, "I'm busy right now, Potter!"

Hermione valiantly tried to make the best of her time in complete isolation, but the underlying statement was unavoidable. There was no feeling worse than being alone, when you were certain that no one else wanted to be seen with you.

    It was the typical time of day where she would pass Harry in the hall, and a sudden wave of boldness washed over her. He was being an idiot. She whispered through gritted teeth. She already lost Ron this year, her relationship with Harry was far to valuable to be trashed by such a stupid argument, if one would even call it that. She made a detour in her path and began to walk towards the crowd of students, keeping her eyes firmly set on the back of Harry's head. He began to turn onto the seventh year corridor, empty, so she managed to keep sharp distance so that she was barely seen. The fury within her rumbled inside her stomach and she felt only seconds away from shouting Confundus and make him trip on his own two feet. She felt herself getting closer as he suddenly whipped around and stared at her.

     "I could hear the shuffling of your feet; why are you following me? I'm pacing." Harry said standoffishly.

     Hermione opened her mouth to speak, but was cut off by Harry once again, who refused to look directly at her, ears red. "I just want to be alone, okay? Can you just let me be alone?"

"You know what?" Hermione said loudly, causing for Harry to stop in his tracks and turn around completely. "I am so sick of you acting like a little child! Yes, I hurt you, and I am so sorry about that, but you need to stop punishing me about it! In my defense, you did just approach me in the midst of civilized conversation and start blabbering on about how you feel about me! You haven't even given me a chance to say how I really feel! Which, if you actually care, is that I like you a lot too, you idiot! But I'm always afraid to show my emotions because I'm me! I'm the kind of girl people reject instead of ask."

Harry was still avoiding Hermione's eyes, and her hair began to simmer with flames. She stomped her foot angrily and shot Harry a menacing look. "Harry Potter, if you don't answer me right this se-" She could barely finish as Harry had wrapped his hands around her waist and pulled her small body into his. Before she could even react, their lips were connected. Hermione's seemingly everlasting fury died down as the seconds passed. Her hands, initially poised to push him away, found their way coiling around his neck, drawing him closer. Hermione had never been one to experience many kisses in her life, but never had she ever felt one so sweet, so tender, so lingering.

     It seemed like years, for years they kissed in the empty corridor, because whenever they broke apart for a moment, they reattached within the second. Hermione gasped into Harry's mouth as she felt the possibility that she was no longer on the ground anymore, that the magic of the kiss had lifted her into the air, but she broke away to look down at her feet, and she was still firmly on the pavement. She pulled her arms back from Harry's embrace and smiled shyly.

"Well... you have very poor impulse control." Hermione sighed, still out of breath and yet, yearning for yet another feet sweeping kiss from Harry. He began to laugh and backed away from her slowly.

"Poor impulse control?" He said shyly. Hermione, even though wanting to still be angry with Harry, had no reason to do anything but smile. "Stop saying stuff like that, you are making me want to kiss you again."

"Then kiss me again." Hermione said in her mind, and was therefore extremely surprised when Harry leaned towards her once more and brushed his smooth lips against hers.

     Hermione pulled away quickly. "Wait, why did you do that?"

     "You asked me to." Harry said innocently, flashing her a triumphant smile. "Was it okay?"

     No, it was the most perfect moment in my entire life. Hermione was certain she actually said that in her head this time, and nodded quickly. "Yes, it was."

"Perfect, I'll see you for supper then?" Harry smirked, turning on his heels toward a destination he had yet to decide, but making a dramatic exit after a kiss like that was necessary. Earth shattering. Pulse pounding. Leaving Hermione with her heart pulsating rapidly against her chest. A single hand reached up to her face and traced along the flesh of her lips, which were tingling as if they had just been set on fire. Hermione was not exactly sure what the kiss meant, but she was ecstatically anticipating the next one.

 

     Once Hermione was sure that Harry was completely out of sight, she twirled in a circle and pumped her fist in the air. "Finally," she muttered with a grin.