He was never really good with all the relationship thing. He only got close to 2 different girls in all his 7 years in Hogwarts, and since it didn't really work out either way, he never really bothered himself to do a more carefull search on someone who could take good care of him and give him the same love he wanted to give. He was just a complete fail at this thing, so he was kind'a clueless about Julia as well. He certainly felt someone for her, specially after this afternoon he spent with her, he could feel something through his stomach, butterflies people said usually. But his mind thought differently, infact it thought about Julia.The beautiful Julia, sitting there, next to him, holding his hand while leaning her head carefully onto his taller shoulder, supposedly watching the movie, but he was to busy thinking about what to do that he couldn't take his eyes off of her.
He sometimes shifted them to the tv so she couldn't notice, but he probably had aldready been spotted by Julia. Chris loved to hear Julia agree with him, that they both agreed that this way a really nice way to spend an afternoon, with greatfriends. He wanted to make a move, for his brain always told him correct things, and if it told him to make sure they both felt the same way and for him not to get hurt. He looked at her, straightforward, trying to see if she would look back. He grabbed her hand slightly tightlier and looked straight into her eyes, trying to find the motivation to kiss her.
Getting closer to her, removing any space between them they had before, the blanket on top of them, making it slightly more warmer to him, with the warm, perfect aura that he was feeling around him, probably emitted by Julia somehow, was making his head think of all the akward moments he ever lived and failed to make something about them. Those two girls in hogwarts that never became anything serious, maybe he should'a had acted differently. His head spinning, at an incredibly fast pace, his heart racing sending out massive amounts of blood to every part of his body, the adrenaline rushing. He leaned slightly onto her, waiting to see if she would lean back and then he'd kiss her. Or he'd probably leave because it'd be very akward.
He wanted to do something, but he just couldn't be sure .. Would he be denied what he wanted?