But what is love?
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Harry/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
11,182
Reviews:
13
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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But what is love?
Love, technical definition, a profoundly tender, passionate affection for another person. But I don’t think the books have it quite right. It’s everything about her, it’s the way she tilts her head when she’s thinking, the way she twists her hair around her finger when she’s reading, and it’s the way she bites her lip and looks at the ground when she’s nervous. All the little details about love that they tried to sum up in one little sentence. Her bright green eyes, long wavy brown hair, it all drives me crazy. I love everything about her; I believe I am truly, undeniably, genuinely in love with Hermione.
“No, no you’ve got it all wrong Ron!” She chuckled and slid the paper back towards him pointing to all the red marks she made with her pen. “He wasn’t the author of ‘Magical Creatures and their Habitats’ he wrote ‘Bowtruckles and Banshees’, and this one” she moved her pen towards the bottom, “It would probably be best that you spell ‘categorically’ correct.” She looked up across the table at Ron smiling.
He shook his head, leaned forward and lay it down on the table. “I’m doomed to fail this class!” He sighed and he seemed to sink deeper into the large armchair. She poked him with her pen and he looked at her.
It was moments like this, where the connection was practically tangible, these moments were the ones that mad me feel numb and angry, even jealous. I leaned back, closed my eyes and ran my fingers through my hair. I pulled them back towards my face and let my fingers linger just a bit on my scar, tracing its lighting bolt shape. I sat back up and leaned forward on the table. “Oh get a room you two.” I said, hinting sarcasm to try and hide my true feelings about the whole situation. They looked towards my end of the table and smiled awkwardly, then they both looked down, Ron blushing a violent shade of pink. I flashed a reassuring smile their way relieving some of the awkward pressure. “Anyway mates,” I said standing up and gathering my unfinished papers in a pile, “I’m off… I’ll leave you two alone, ooh.” I said winking. I turned around and let myself slouch a little, letting my face fall into a dejected frown.
“Me too mate! Wait up; I’ll be there in a minute.” Ron shouted, I heard him stand and gather his things too.
“G’ night Harry!” Hermione said cheerfully. Completely unaware of how wonderful her voice sounds to me. I took the stairs by twos up to the boy’s dormitory.
I chucked my bag next to my bed and fell backwards onto it. I breathed deeply and closed my eyes.
“Alright mate?” Ron asked, walking into the room. I sat up and took off my glasses, wiping them and putting them back on.
“Yeah, hope so.” I smiled, and he pulled his shirt over his head and put his night shirt on. I looked out the window at the snow falling past it, down, down, I wondered how far down…
“Isn’t she… wonderful?” Startled with his question, I looked back over towards Ron’s bed and he lay on his back, hands behind his head. He stared at the ceiling, smiling. Assuming he meant Hermione I thought, You don’t know how wonderful mate…
“Yeah, she’s pretty cool, that would be why we’re friends.” I answered, keeping the answer simple. Sometimes I felt guilty though about how I felt about her because I knew that Ron liked her too. Then again I just felt sorry for myself because Ron had the courage to tell her, and just luckily enough she felt the same way. My little spell last year, liking Ginny was in the past, Hermione was my present and I wanted her in my future. Hermione was just, well there really isn’t a better word, perfect. She’s smart, understanding, beautiful, and she does have a good sense of humor. I wanted to hold her when Ron held her, I wanted to kiss her when she bit her lip and I wanted to run my hand through her hair when she smiled at me. It was pathetic.
I heard Ron snore and snapped back to reality and watched Ron twitch in his sleep. I turned out my light and rolled under the covers. All too soon I was fast asleep.
Jay-OhKay... boring first bit but hey I had to make a point... and I wanted to see if anyone cares about what I'm writing, no worries much more to come ;)
“No, no you’ve got it all wrong Ron!” She chuckled and slid the paper back towards him pointing to all the red marks she made with her pen. “He wasn’t the author of ‘Magical Creatures and their Habitats’ he wrote ‘Bowtruckles and Banshees’, and this one” she moved her pen towards the bottom, “It would probably be best that you spell ‘categorically’ correct.” She looked up across the table at Ron smiling.
He shook his head, leaned forward and lay it down on the table. “I’m doomed to fail this class!” He sighed and he seemed to sink deeper into the large armchair. She poked him with her pen and he looked at her.
It was moments like this, where the connection was practically tangible, these moments were the ones that mad me feel numb and angry, even jealous. I leaned back, closed my eyes and ran my fingers through my hair. I pulled them back towards my face and let my fingers linger just a bit on my scar, tracing its lighting bolt shape. I sat back up and leaned forward on the table. “Oh get a room you two.” I said, hinting sarcasm to try and hide my true feelings about the whole situation. They looked towards my end of the table and smiled awkwardly, then they both looked down, Ron blushing a violent shade of pink. I flashed a reassuring smile their way relieving some of the awkward pressure. “Anyway mates,” I said standing up and gathering my unfinished papers in a pile, “I’m off… I’ll leave you two alone, ooh.” I said winking. I turned around and let myself slouch a little, letting my face fall into a dejected frown.
“Me too mate! Wait up; I’ll be there in a minute.” Ron shouted, I heard him stand and gather his things too.
“G’ night Harry!” Hermione said cheerfully. Completely unaware of how wonderful her voice sounds to me. I took the stairs by twos up to the boy’s dormitory.
I chucked my bag next to my bed and fell backwards onto it. I breathed deeply and closed my eyes.
“Alright mate?” Ron asked, walking into the room. I sat up and took off my glasses, wiping them and putting them back on.
“Yeah, hope so.” I smiled, and he pulled his shirt over his head and put his night shirt on. I looked out the window at the snow falling past it, down, down, I wondered how far down…
“Isn’t she… wonderful?” Startled with his question, I looked back over towards Ron’s bed and he lay on his back, hands behind his head. He stared at the ceiling, smiling. Assuming he meant Hermione I thought, You don’t know how wonderful mate…
“Yeah, she’s pretty cool, that would be why we’re friends.” I answered, keeping the answer simple. Sometimes I felt guilty though about how I felt about her because I knew that Ron liked her too. Then again I just felt sorry for myself because Ron had the courage to tell her, and just luckily enough she felt the same way. My little spell last year, liking Ginny was in the past, Hermione was my present and I wanted her in my future. Hermione was just, well there really isn’t a better word, perfect. She’s smart, understanding, beautiful, and she does have a good sense of humor. I wanted to hold her when Ron held her, I wanted to kiss her when she bit her lip and I wanted to run my hand through her hair when she smiled at me. It was pathetic.
I heard Ron snore and snapped back to reality and watched Ron twitch in his sleep. I turned out my light and rolled under the covers. All too soon I was fast asleep.
Jay-OhKay... boring first bit but hey I had to make a point... and I wanted to see if anyone cares about what I'm writing, no worries much more to come ;)