Note: I have an unnatural block about Romances so all the constructive criticism I can get is much appreciated. Take it at face value. I'll write more if people actually like it.

Sadly I don't own the world of Harry Potter but you gotta love Jo Rowling for creating it for us.

Hermione admired his large hands as they flicked his wand trying to master the spell that Flitwick had set for them. Flitwick had asked Hermione to do some tutoring sessions with Seamus who couldn't get the grip of charms to save his life. He seemed to be able to set nearly anything on fire though. The irony wasn't lost on her that they were practicing a water charm when he managed to singe the cuffs of her robes. She sighed and looked over at his soot covered face.

"Seamus, you must concentrate."

"Christ Hermione, I'm trying. I just can't focus today. I'm sorry for wasting your time… and burning your robes. I've always been bum at charms. Me mam is gonta be so upset when I have to repeat this final year. Specially afterall we been through this past year. She was always brilliant with charms too."

Hermione saw the pain in Seamus' eyes and couldn't stop herself from crossing the room to comfort him.

"Seamus the robes aren't important and you are a brilliant…"

But whatever else she was going to say was lost when she reached him and touched his arm. That simple comforting touch was so much more when she looked in to his eyes. His bright blue eyes, so clear. The words literally died in her mouth when she looked in to those eyes. She then found her eyes moving down to his lips. She wildly found herself wondering what it would be like to kiss those lips. No sooner had the thought crossed her mind that she seemed to find her presence of mind and she whirled away from Seamus blushing furiously. The exchange only took a second but she knew he had seen her staring and she couldn't conceal her embarrassment. She cleared her throat and mumbled that they were finished for the day and should carry on next week. She really wanted to get out of the room. She needed a place to breathe and overanalyze the situation. She took off for the door. But before she could turn the handle she heard Seamus' voice behind her. Soft, husky, barely audible, he only said her name. She felt something stir within her that she had never felt when Ron said her name. It was a heat and wiggliness in her belly that made her fear to turn around and face him. If she turned, her world would change as she knew it and she wasn't ready to relinquish that control. She relished in the control she was able to maintain. She didn't turn, but she didn't leave either with her hand resting on the doorknob. She felt his presence behind her. It was warm and comforting. She desperately wanted to lean in to him and allow him to hold her. It had been so long since Ron's arms had held her. Still she stayed still with her hand against the door and her eyes closed tight.

She felt his firm hand on her shoulder and he gently turned her around to face him. She still had her eyes closed but when she felt his hand under her chin she was able to open them and found herself looking in his eyes. Those eyes. She could lose herself in those eyes. Ron's eyes were blue too, she never lost herself in his. His hand moved up to caress her cheek. She felt the blush creep up her cheeks again but a warmth was spreading in her lower abdomen too. It was quite possibly the most erotic feeling she had had up until this point in her life. That changed rapidly as Seamus brought his mouth down to hers. The kiss was soft and gentle. His lips felt comfortable against hers and it was a confident first meeting. She was taken aback at how much she was enjoying it. She moved her hands to settle around his waist and felt the strong core muscles beneath. Taking this as a sign that she was enjoying the encounter, Seamus moved his hand to tangle in her hair and deepen the kiss. She willingly parted her lips to allow Seamus in. The kiss was becoming more heated by the moment and Hermione was losing all sane thought. All she could think of was how much she wanted to feel Seamus' large hands all over her body. But as soon as she felt his free hand moving from her hip up past her rib cage and heading to her breast, a vision of Ron's face popped in to her head and she shoved him away.

"Seamus," Hermione said breathlessly, "Stop."

The poor boy was panting and so was Hermione. But now fear was beginning to kick in.

"I… I have to leave. We shouldn't have…. Perhaps we shouldn't have these study sessions any more. Bye." And she wrenched open the door leaving Seamus stunned and looking perhaps a little hurt and dashed out the door racing for the nearest girl's bathroom. She desperately needed a good cry and perhaps a cold shower.

Seamus slid down the door trying to figure out what the hell had just happened. Bloody hell. He had just kissed Hermione Granger. That was an interesting development. So much for boring tutoring sessions. Who would have thought brainiac Granger had it in her. That was the most intense kiss of his life. To be honest he wanted to do a whole lot more to her than just kiss her which was also puzzling. He had never bothered with her before. She wasn't the type he usually went for. But oh god, her touch was soft and her eyes were sexy as hell. Not to mention hidden under those robes were a few killer curves. Seamus shook his head. She is in love with Weasley. Everyone knows they're together. Hell, they make the papers every time they poke their noses out the front door together. He and Weasley are friends for the love of Merlin. Seamus considered himself for a moment. He always thought he was an exceptional kisser and had always received phenomenal reports from his previous lovers, but there was something about her. There was something much more intense in their kiss that had nothing to do with hormones of teenagers. He needed to get away for a while. Maybe get in a fight or get drunk. Oh hell. Maybe he just needed a good lay to get Hermione out of his system. Doubtful, but was there really any harm in trying? Wickedly smiling, he got to his feet and wandered out of the room in search of some debauchery.

Hermione sunk down on cool tile of the girl's bathroom on the fourth floor. Tears were refusing to come and now her brain was in overdrive. She was going over the facts. Yes she was dating Ronald Weasely. He was a war hero, auror in training, and supposedly madly in love with her. Yes she had kissed another person. Yes, it felt wonderful. Yes he made her feel like Ron had never had. Did that mean she should break up with Ron? Did that mean she was no longer in love with him? Surely if you were in love with someone, you didn't just stop one day. It was true, Ron had been distant lately and she hadn't exactly been open with him either. But all relationships went through the rough patches, right? Her instantaneous attraction to Seamus was just lust and the sheer fact that she wasn't getting any romance from her boyfriend. It was nothing more and she could control herself could she not? She was the brightest witch of the age. She could manage to be in the same room with another man and not want to rip all of his clothes off. She sat up and straightened her robes. She would not let Professor Flitwick down and she would not let Seamus down because she couldn't control her hormones. No. She got up and marched out the door. She would find Seamus and apologize for her rash and unprofessional behavior.