She grinned, Ron had been all about Krum until he had seen Hermione at the ball that year. She had had such a lovely time with Neville that night.
Her eyes drifted upward to see if he was serious and sure enough it hung above them. She lowered her gaze back to his eyes, sometimes she thought Hary got her better than anyone when she was looking into those enchanting eyes.
She left out the softest whimper as his lips brushed hers. She pressed back, kissing him in a way that made her feel like a million butterflies were alive inside of her stomach. She parted her lips too, letting her tongue slip out and taste his mouth. The blanket slid off her freckled shoulders as she moved closer to him. The smell of him, the way he kissed, she had missed it more than she had allow herself to feel.
Her hands slide around his neck as they kissed passionatley.