".... You're….my Prince…. Your highness." She muttered in low yet, heavy breaths.
"Your Prince." He drawled lazily. Bringing his hand to her face, he slowly held her face, raising it up to his eyes.
"I thought we were friends….More like, close friends." He whispered on her lips.
Hermione couldn't bring herself to say anything. His face was just inches away from her own, any little movement might bring them closer. She was terrified even to talk.
For a minute she thought he was going to kiss her, but he drew in harsh breath as if restraining something. He pulled away leaving her in her dazed state. Her hands which were tightly holding on to his shirt, fell to her sides.
"If the's any news about them, I'll let you know." His voice was normal, yet it contradicted the emotions in his eyes.
Hermione nodded, she turned around to leave trying her best to not stumble and fall, her hands clutched tightly at the sides of her dress.
