"I suppose," Hermione whispered, her face seeming to only glow brighter with every inch Octavius pulled her in. She swallowed as they became closer, until their bodies were nearly touching and she reached out to rest a hand on his chest, "I'll that in mind though. If you are going to make a habit of suprising me, I will have to try and surprise you. It's only fair and all..."
She managed a shy smile as she glanced at his face. She had so many thins she wanted to ask, but the nervous butterflies seemed to float into her throat, preventing her from asking about what he had thought about the night she had come over. Had he nejoyed the cuddle? Had he enjoyed her company? Was there something more ti discover between their chemistry? She left all these thins unasked, instead staring into his eyes, hand still tightly wound in his.