Hermione pursed her lips abscent mindedly, she was sudden very aware this felt like pollo talk in her books, but nothing had happened here. Hermione felt like maybe something was happening but she she couldn't see Harry thinking she was atractive... right?
"The girls in my dorm and Gin, what about you?" she asked curiously. Her head felt so lovely resting against him and she didnt want to move away from him.
Chuckleing Hermione smiled," they aren't very good," she realized how nervous Harry felt next to her suddenly and she felt like doing something bold to show him to relax... What in Merlin's pants was she even thinking?
"Oh?," she raised an eyebrow, "what were you dreaming about?" she had thought it was a nightmare but now she realized maybe Harry had a sexual dream. Shifting a little she looked up at him, her chocolate eyes dancing. She had a tugging sensation burning in her middle when she looked at him.