Chapter 47 : Stolen Moments
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Harry pulled Rosevine behind the statue of the one-eyed witch suddenly, causing a schoolgirl-like giggle to release from her throat. Leaning against the wall, she allowed Harry to press his own smiling lips against hers. She had come to yearn for more of these moments—just the two of them, huddled against one another. It was almost as though for just a few moments, it didn’t matter who—or what—either of them were.
His kiss was gentle at first, as it had been since the day she truly became his. Sometimes she missed the ferocity he had shown that night in the Room of Requirement, because most of the time he touched her like he might break her with one touch. But she was determined to break him of that mindset. He pulled away slowly, murmuring a quiet “you’re so beautiful” as he stared into her eyes. She dropped them shyly, tucking a stray hair behind her ear and giving Harry a tiny smile in thanks. “Especially when you smile like that,” he added.
“Like you have no idea how breathtaking you really are.” Not knowing how else to respond to his confession, Rose grabbed a fistful of Harry’s robes, wrapping her free hand around his neck. Pulling him to her, she crashed her lips to his, enjoying the delay of shock before he responded. He tangled his hand in her hair and succumbed to the intensity of Rose’s kiss. “Bloody hell, Rose. I-” he started as he pulled away from Rose with a smile that disappeared as he caught himself from saying whatever it was that was on the tip of his tongue.
“You what?” she asked gently.
“I-I have to go,” he sighed, leaving Rose dumbfounded in the corridor.
“Harry, what’s wrong mate?” Ron asked as Harry raced into the Common Room. Quickly glancing around to be sure he was alone with Hermione and Ron, Harry made a beeline for his friends.
“Promise me you won’t say anything to Rose,” he pleaded.
“Harry, what-?” Hermione started.
“Just promise me!”
“Alright. I promise,” she said urgently.
“Me too mate. You know that.”
“I- I almost just. I almost told Rose that I love her,” Harry blurted.
“What?!” Hermione whispered with her tone full of shock.
“What do you mean you almost told her?” Ron asked.
“Well, I caught myself before I said it, but she knew I was about to say something. I didn’t know what to say, so I- I just left her there.”
“Left her where?” Hermione asked.
“In the corridor. Behind the one-eyed witch. We were kissing before I-before I blew it.”
“Harry, how could you do that to her? I know you were embarrassed, but can you begin to imagine what is going through her head right now?”
“I know, ‘Mione. I know. I’m going to the dormitory. I can’t see her right now. Just tell her I got sick really suddenly and didn’t want her to see.”
“Harry, just tell her the truth! Making her think kissing her makes you sick is far, far worse than being the first one to say I love you!” Hermione shouted at Harry’s retreating figure as he climbed the staircase.
Despite her reservations, Hermione kept quiet while Ron told Rosevine exactly what Harry had asked of them. When Ron went to the dorms to check on Harry, Rosevine turned to Hermione quickly.
“What’s really going on?”
“I don’t know,” Hermione lied, even though she hated herself for it. “He didn’t really seem sick, but there was definitely something wrong with him when he came racing through here. He wouldn’t say anything about it.”
“What did I do? I don’t have any clue what I did to make him so upset with me,” Rose cried softly.
“I’m sure you didn’t do anything, sweetie. Harry’s always been a little moody,” Hermione brushed off with a laugh. “He’ll be fine tomorrow. You’ll see.”
A/N: Thank you so much for all the reviews I received while I was away for NaNoWriMo! You guys are the best, and I love signing on to see all your reviews! <3
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