Love Happens

Chapter 8

Hermione was softly humming to herself as she practically danced around her kitchen while preparing her lunch. She had come from school and after showering she started cooking. She had the radio on and was listening to an old fifties station. She loved music! She looked up, a cookie half way to her mouth -she was starved! One cookie wouldn't do her too much but she could cope until her delicious food was ready, right?

That was when she felt the wards she had place around her house's perimeter shifting, signalling a guest. And she had a vague idea who it was. Her magical wards were special designed by her and besides scanning her intruders intentions, the wards were able to identify non human creatures. Of course the specifics were not shown but she knew that whoever just drove in her estate (she heard the engine!) didn't want to harm her and he or she was not human.

She slowly made her way to her front door just as the door bell rang. She sighed as she checked herself out in a mirror. Nope she looked decent. She grabbed the knob and pulled the door wide open, her honey orbs connecting with the golden eyes of one Edward Cullen. She tilted her head to the side, her curious eyes intense on his face as he just stood there quietly evaluating her as well. He was extraordinary handsome, she must admit that to herself. His golden eyes are guarded and his bronze -what a strange colour for hair!- hair was wild like hers and he was dressed simple, in a pair of designer jeans and a white button down short sleeved shirt. " Hello Edward " she smiled pleasantly at the tall vampire. She took a step to the side. "Would you like to come inside? "

Edward's POV :

He swallowed heavily as the great red bricked house came into view. He didn't know why he felt like seeing her, but he just had a feeling that he should check up on her just in case. Well that girl lived all alone in this town among the forest for God's sake. As a friend it was his duty to make sure she was fine. Well at least that was what he kept telling himself. ' Friends ' he didn't like the way it sounded. He could still not hear anything coming from inside and that perturbed him. He tensed when he passed the force field, he could actually see the soft silver hue of the invisible walls shifting as he was allowed passage. For some strange reason he had a feeing she knew he was coming. And that didn't help him at all. He glided towards the oak door and after taking a deep -and unnecessary- breath he pressed the door bell. He didn't need to wait long, only thirty seconds passed and the door was yanked open by a vision. She was dressed in a red tank top and white sorts with white sneakers and a pink apron. She had her hair pulled to a messy bun and he couldn't detect an ounce of make up upon her heart shaped face. She was naturally pretty but her smirking lips and twinkling eyes made him forget her appeal (he really shouldn't notice such things as how nicely the clothes clung to her hourglass figure or how the sun rays made the golden flecks in her eyes more pronounced. 'Beautiful' was the only term which could describe her. " Hello Edward " she said. " Hey Hermione. " " Why are you standing at the doorstep? Do come in" she said.

He gracefully made his way inside, unintentionally brushing past her and he felt fire travelling all the way up his arm and through out his body from just a simple touch. He felt shocked as hell. What the hell was that? "Would you like to sit in the sitting room?" she asked politely as she motioned to his left. He eyed her apron and his sensitive ears picked noises from the kitchen? he assumed. "Aren't you busy?" he pointed to her cute apron. She chuckled amused. "Actually I am. I was making lunch but it can wait." she shrugged her shoulders and smiled again. Her pearly white teeth flashing. Well he didn't want to make her wait to eat! What kind of gentleman was he! "No, no" he shook his head. "We can go to the kitchen, I don't mind cooking. I actually love it!" he said and it was the truth. He loved cooking. He just didn't have anyone to taste his concoctions and tell him if they were edible or just rubbish. "You cook?" she asked, a challenging brow rose. His pride prickled up and he stared right back at her. "Would you like me to prove it?" he challenged back. He didn't know why but she made him want to prove himself. She eyed him and then smirked. "Sure" she said, her chin tilted upwards. "Let's go!"