Bex-chan

Lost with the seductive ink-kissed pages, she could forget almost anything.

Knowing Gryffindors and their fetish for friendships,

That was four; smell, sound, sight and touch. What was the fifth?

Oh yes. Taste.

but her next mumbled confession made his brain disconnect.

"I...I wanted to stay."

He should have let her kiss him…

Have you got your eye on someone, Hermione? Scared the boys won't approve?"

Her lip twitched. "Something like that."

"Anyone I know?"

Your cousin.

he smirked, propping his head up with his hand and leaning over her. "Fuck, it's cold in here."

"Are those levels profanity necessary at this time in the morning?" she grimaced.

"Are your big words?" he fired back smugly. "And yes, I know what they mean, but really, Granger. You could at least wait until midday before you smack me with your internal thesaurus."