Nothing

Hermione leaned on her chair; "I asked him what he would do if I'm indeed in love with him. He just stared at me uneasily and scratched his neck. What kind of reaction is that? I mean, there I was, holding my breath, waiting for him to have a favourable reaction but all I get is that" A songfic based on the song "Nothing" by the Scripts, R&R, enjoy! cheers!