Notes: How Hermione probably flirts.
He looks up over his book to find her sitting in close proximity, leaning forward with sparkling curiosity. Her eyes gleam, a smile steady on her face. Unafraid of him or to be seen with him. He ignores the thudding in his chest, instead affecting bored disinterest.
She shakes her head, still smiling, and tucks a strand of hair behind her ear as she stands up, looking down at him.
“I was looking for that,” she says. “But it looks like you’re enjoying it more.”
He stares at her for a brief second before casting his eyes back down again, searching for where he left off, and ignoring the way his eyes ghost over the words.
“You smile a bit when you read. When you think no one’s looking.”
He looks up sharply, but whatever defense he has prepared dies instantly at her still-smiling face, the way it captures light and encourages the strange flutter in his chest.
With a small wave, she turns away and walks to another section of the library. It’s a minute after she’s out of sight that he blinks and begins to read again, slowly at first as if anticipating another interruption, and then pauses again.
A beat, and then he sees her stick her head out from an aisle she had previously disappeared, her thick and wavy hair cascading over her shoulder. She looks ridiculous, he thinks to himself.
He rolls his eyes and maneuvers exaggeratedly to the side, holding the book back up until she disappears from view. A moment later, he can feel her settle down beside him, shyly sitting as close to him without startling him.
“I read fast,” he warns, pushing half the book in her direction so she shifts into a more comfortable position.
Granger is ahead of him, turning the page of the book to the next chapter.
Without looking at him, she smiles and shrugs.
“I’ve read this twice already.”
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