I still can't believe it happened. That... We won. Against all odds, we won. It was only a few hours after all the fighting had stopped, but it still seemed surreal... That it was over. That we had won. I knew that it was only because of her. We would have lost if she was still on their side. But for some reason, she switched sides. Only Dumbledore knew why, and he.. he was dead. I can see her now, standing over by the broken remains of the head table, offering her condolences to the Weasleys. Despite her switching sides, she was still an insane bitch... It was rare to see this... calm, sane side of her. It was nice. She almost looked like a fallen angel, in the light. Dark curls framing her face, pale skin, black dress in tattered ruins, smudged with dirt and blood. And yet, she still managed to look beautiful. Wait... Did I really just think that? I looked away from her, a blush staining my cheeks. I knew it was wrong to think these things about her, but I couldn't help it. Especially when she wore that corset... The way it pushes out her breasts... I snapped out of my thoughts when I saw her walking towards me, still graceful, despite her injuries. She really should get those checked out. I said as much, slightly worried at the amount of blood, stained red across the canvas of her skin. Her reply, a laugh, followed by her assurances of how she's been through worse, and that most of it isn't hers. I bite my lip slightly, thoughts of what she endured under his rule filling my mind. Her voice snaps me out of my reverie, quiet concern lacing her words.
"What about you Hermione, how badly are you hurt?"
I quietly mumble that I'm fine, distracted by the depth and emotion in her eyes. I never really noticed before, but her eyes have small flecks of green and gold amidst the charcoal. Again her voice brought me back to reality.
"Hermione? You keep zoning out... You might have a concussion."
I barely register what she said though, distracted by the sudden urge to kiss her. I guess I did have a concussion, because the next thing I knew, I was kissing her. I began to panic when I realised she wasn't kissing back, but my fear evaporated when I felt her gently push me into the wall, kissing me softly, her hands on my waist. I had completely forgotten about everyone else, solely focused on the beautiful woman in front of me. That is, until I heard someone drop something. I broke the kiss, blushing when I noticed everyone staring at us.
"Well, it's about time you two kissed, you've been dancing around each other for months!"