Something in the back of his mind told him he should stop, but since Hermione had initiated it, he just couldn't bring himself to pull away from her so soon. He deepened the kiss a bit, one of his hands traveling up the fabric of her shirt. Finally he stopped, pulled back a bit and looked in her eyes searchingly. Did she like it? Did she hate it? Did she never want to do it again? Harry really wished he could read her mind. He found himself at a loss for words as he continued to blush and looked down at his feet for a moment. "I know it's silly, but I really missed you the past two days," he confessed.
[So true! And Harry is already all about her as it is. :)]