Follow Hermione

We walked to a hallway void of students. I sat against a wall smirking as I saw Hermione's nervousness got the best of her. She began to play with her fingers, and look around us as if we were about to be murdered by assassin's. For a girl who had so many women throwing themselves at her, she sure was nervous about the little things.

"Listen Idius," said Hermione. Her lips closed. Paralyzed again by her own thoughts. And then I saw it, determination on her face as she licked her lips for a moment. She was about to make her move. What move did I want to make though?

Hermione's eyes closed, and suddenly she lunged for my cheek. It was nearly in slow motion.