...zed he had stood up abruptly at some point, his chair tipping over backwards, and was talking fairly loudly. "Er, sorry. My Dogfather taught me to appreciate the finer things in life." He said as he used a wandless summoning charm on the top of the chair, waiting for it to right itself again before he sat back down.
"O-oh?" Hermione squeaked. She normally would have been... well she didn't know, but it probably would have involved yelling and calling him a liar. But the pure passion in which he spoke and the determination in his eyes was undeniable. And arousing, a small part of her admitted. She'd heard her mother talk about people making speeches for causes they believed in and she didn't really understand how her mum could tell when someone was fully devoted to something until now. She truly believed that in ten years, if she asked him to shag her, he would do it, no matter what he was doing at the time.
"Of course. Sirius told me women are like fine art. There are all different kinds of styles, all of which can be beautiful in their own way. You, Mione, happen to be art of the highest calibre. And yes I know how cheesy it sounds, but I truly believe that. The fact that every student in this school is to stupid to see that is disgusting." Harry hissed, turning to glare at a table of Lions on the other side of the library. "You're smart, gorgeous, and...