Neville x Hermione! āWhat are you doing?āāHiding.ā Thank you for doing this :D
āHermione? Whatā¦ā Neville said, looking around,Ā āwhat are you doing?ā
āSsshhhh! Hiding.ā She said it as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. And, to a degree he supposed she had a point. What else would you be doing, crouched behind a barrel sitting in the ally between the Three Broomsticks and the post office?
He shifted the large sack in his arms, using it as a means to surreptitiously look about. There didnāt seem to be anything out of place. In fact, the little village was pretty quiet. Beginning to worry, he looked back at Hermione. Sure, they had all had to deal with a lot after the war, but it had been a few years. Hermione always seemed to be doing fine. If not still wound a little tight. How heād love to change thatā¦
Walking closer, Neville dropped the sack he was carrying onto the barrel. Standing next to it, he offered more coverage for the witch. Whether something sinister was going on or it was in her mind, he was going to help.
Acting as if he was inspecting an invisible rip in the bag, he could see Hermione out of the corner of his eye. It almost looked like she was smirking.Ā āWhy are you hiding?ā
Hermione let out a large sigh, and stood up, looking at Neville with a slightly disappointed look on her face. Maybe it was more amusedā¦
āI was hiding from you.ā
For the first time he could ever remember, Hermione Granger did not immediately answer a question put to her. She cleared her throat, opened her mouth, shifted her weight.
āWell, you see, I was talking to Hannah the other day and I know you two havenāt really been together for a while but she said that sometimes, well, I just thought that maybe, after talking to her and the way things have been going lately, I wondered if-ā
Nevilleās eyes were pinned to hers as she abruptly stopped talking a mile a minute and flashed her bright brown eyes at him. He could see the blood pulsing in her neck, her heart was beating so fast. Her hands were trying to tie themselves together and she was biting her bottom lip. He was worried sheād bite right through it before he got to kiss her.
Slowly reaching out his thumb, he brushed it against her bottom lip to pull it from her teeth. As soon as he pulled away, her tongue swiped across where he had touched her. He probably tasted of earth.
āCome on then,ā he said, picking up his sack again and hefting it onto his shoulder.Ā āWeāve got a bit to talk about, but yes.ā
Thank me for doing thisā¦ *psh* Thank you for the prompt!
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