On the stage they were singing and dancing; it was a magical experience. Well, magical for muggles anyways. But there was something else. Something invading my mind. Her hands. She sat to my right and her hands rested gently on her lap. I thought how it might feel to hold it. The thought made my face turn hot. I turned my focus back to the stage. She can't know how I'm feeling. Now now, not ever.

Some time later I she works her way into my thoughts again. I see she's practicing a new charm. Her wand is up her sleeve and she's making paper turn into various types of mineral. My eyes slowly start to make their way up her body, lingering on her lips for a little longer than necessary. She must notice me looking because she turned to look at me. We quickly made eye contact and I felt my face heat up; quickly I turned back to face the stage, but I can still feel her gaze on me for a few seconds longer. A curious look.

I barely fall back into the story but too quickly the lights come back on. I start to panic. It's only intermission, but now I have to watch myself. She turns to look at me with a smile, "I tore up my ticket," she says with a laugh that I return. "Now it's all different minerals, would you like to see?" I nod and she gets going. We continue to talk for a while. Her smiles and laughter make me smile and my heart feel fluttery. She says something self deprecating and I seize my opportunity. I wrap my arm around her shoulder pulling her into a hug, resting my head on her shoulder. It's not easy for me to let go when I know I must. She makes me feel so safe and she is so warm. I can only wish she feels the same way...

When the show starts again, I slowly start to move myself closer to her. I'm paying little to no attention to anything else. Eventually, I realize I can't get any closer without my intentions being obvious. To my utmost surprise she moves herself closer to me. It's probably a coincidence but as our arms touch I feel a shiver run down my spine. When she later moves away I feel cold and find myself longing for her touch.

The show is coming to and end, I can tell and I know I am running out of time. Without thinking I reach over and put my hand on hers. She lets me grab it and wraps her own fingers around my hand. The excitement from the stage and from...this are almost to much for me to handle. I clutch her and tightly and move it onto my own lap. Then I caress her hand in both of mine. She looks at me, but I stare determinedly ahead. When the curtain falls I quickly drop her hand. I was only holding it for about thirty seconds but that was enough. As we applaud the actors my face shines with a smile and I am glad it is dark because my face is surely bright red. I take one deep breathe and change my focus on the long night ahead. Even muggles have their own sort of magic, I suppose. And for a minute I'm even almost glad I came with her.

But it's not like it matters, she will never like me. She will always choose someone else over me...

...Hermione.

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