Author name: Sky
Author email: sky [at] laloi [dot] net
Author's fanfiction or fanart homepage URL: Sky's Memories or Laloi.net
Category: Het, romance, unrequited love.
Keywords: Harry, Hermione, daydream
Pairing: Harry Potter/Hermione Granger
Spoilers: None. :D
Summary: Harry gets distracted easily.
DISCLAIMER: Not mine, and I'm not making any money. If I was, there would be a lot more manga on my shelves, and posters on my wall. So, please to not be suing me.
Author's Note: This took me way to long to write. Sorry everyone. I am never writing het again. Ever. Each section/paragraph is exactly 50 words long. Because I am anal. Also, this fic is unbeta'ed. So all mistakes should be told to me so I can fix em. :D
The day Harry noticed how Hermione’s hair fell just so over her eyes while she bent over a book, Harry began to notice other things as well. After that, Harry noticed how her lovely eyes ran over the page, noticing every detail, every word, how they never missed a thing.
He ran his hand through her hair, fingers stroking every curl, trying to touch every strand her hair. Her eyes looked deeply into his, into his heart, into his soul. He was sure that she saw everything in his heart, every part there was to see. He smiled at her.
Harry noticed how Hermione's hands moved almost lovingly over the pages of the books, and how her fingers almost stroked them. He noticed how graceful they were, without her even trying. Harry noticed how her lips were slightly parted as she concentrated, breathing lightly as she read through the books.
Her hands moved over his chest, caressing, stroking. Her fingers playing almost teasingly over the fabric of his shirt, pulling lightly. Close to him, but not too close. His own arms went around her waist, pulling her closer to him. She licked her full lips and leaned closer to him--
Harry noticed the curve in Hermione's neck where her shirt had slipped off slightly to the side. He noticed her smooth skin, the perfect glow it seemed to have. He wanted to touch that skin. He wanted to run his hands over her, run his hands over her perfect skin.
Her lips met his in a perfect kiss, her hands running over his chest. Her fingers pulled the hem of his shirt up and played teasingly over his skin, like electric shocks. He ran his hands up her sides and then down again and under her shirt, pulling it off--
Harry leaned back in his chair, chancing a glimpse under the table where Hermione's legs were stretched in front of her. Her skirt showed her skin to her thighs and Harry's eyes traveled up the length of her leg, and then down again, before he looks up at her again.
Her skirt fell away as did his own shirt, and then her hands went to his pants. His hands slid up her sides, and then pulled her shirt away from her skin. His eyes traveled over her body and he lips to her neck, kissing gently. Her hands slid down--
"Harry!" Her voice broke through his daydream.
He looked up at her, startled. "Yeah, Hermione?"
"What are you looking at?" she asked in confusion, peering at him.
"Oh, uh, nothing." He smiled at her, pushing his glasses up. "Do you think you could you help me with the Potions homework?"
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