"You're distracting me."

I discreetly put the Aegis onto my face. Seeing numbers that told me how I was doing with Hermione.

Hermione Granger

20% Chance for a date

Those numbers were so low. But it was slightly increased from last time.

I cleared my throat, because nothing was worse than a squeaky voice with these matters. I mean, it would make a lot more sense to just tell her the truth. That I was caught admiring her. Admiring her freckles, or the gentle curve of her brow as she focused on a problem. I mean, here I was still staring at her face, memorizing every detail of it, as she grew steadily less patient for my answer.

"Idius," said Hermione begging for an answer. I should give her an answer. And it was best to not think about it too much. Otherwise I could fall into the same troubles I had my first year here.

"You're distracting me," I said, "you have, cute freckles." Hermione's face instantly changed color. And the words seemed stuck in her throat.

tttchhh

The door behind me closed, and I turned to see both Padma and Michael behind me. Hermione responded in a different way.

Hermione Granger planted a kiss onto my lips. A rough one, without tongue, and without too much actual lip action. But a kiss nonetheless.

Hermione's head rocked back and forth, obviously in show.

"Idius," my friends screamed in very different ways.

Hermione smiled after she pulled away, knowing the shit storm she had started.

"Sorry," said Hermione, "I got all my lip gloss all over you!" Hermione pretended to wipe away lip gloss from my mouth. I just stood there helplessly.

The Gryffindor began to leave the room.

"I will talk to you later." She waved as she left, leaving me with my friends.

Padma looked pissed.