Boys Can Be Stupid Sometimes

V - Anthea

She could hear his breath stop as he realized that no, she wasn't Lily, and that he had probably totally embarassed himself. Serve him right, why doesn't he check next time who she actually was, instead of rushing ahead like a Gryffindor. She wondered if she should just stand up and leave or do something about the wound or just do something! But she didn't get the chance.

"I'm sorry..." she heard him mutter. She looked up, only to see him sitting himself next to her. Her heartbeat made a sommersault and she had to take a deep breath to calm herself down. Now wasn't really the time for going all moony over him like he did over Evans. But she couldn't stop her hand from trembling as he picked it up gently and putting the quill away. His hands were warm and the warmth seeped into her skin, making it tingle a bit. But still... he didn't look at her, and so she could look at him longingly for a few moments, before he quietly said, "Here..." and traced a finger over her wound. She couldn't stop her hand from shaking it seemed, his fingers were so soft that she almost melted. But she had to control her expression for her wound was already closing and his head was moving up.

She tried to hide her expression, she really did. And she did, but a second too late, for she was sure he saw the longing in her eyes, before she quickly drew a breath and looked away from his face and to her hand again. There wasn't even a scar left from the prick. She pulled the hand up to her chest and looked to the lake's surface, trying to think of something to say. The only thing that came upon her mind was a quiet, "Thank you." She wasn't sure if her voice could make more words, because even those two words were hardly heard.