Passion at Hogwarts
Harry was sitting on his bed in his dormitory. He was alone. He had just come back from a long Quidditch practise and just wanted to rest. His eyelashes felt heavy and he could feel his eyes slowly beginning to close. He lay his head down on his soft white pillow and gently drifted off to sleep.
Hermione had been reading by the fireplace in the common room: she loved to idolise and reminisce by the warm glow of the flame. Half way through chapter 23 of her latest find, Janet Eyre, her arms had grown cold due to a draft from the gaps in the castle walls. The flame from the fire could not satisfy her requirements, so she cavorted towards her room to fetch her woollen jumper.
As she walked up the stone stairway, she saw a crack in Harry's doorway. Without thinking, she peered around the edge of the door to see Harry lying on his bed. He looked so gorgeous when he slept, his face so free of worry and concern; he seemed oddly fascinating to her. She knelt by his bedside. Her face was nearly touching his. She tried to hold her breath as not to wake him. She watched his chest slowly rise and fall ever so softly. She gently pushed back his hair and saw a glimpse of his lightning scar before her suddenly awoke with a start. His eyes diluted with tears, his face conveyed utter panic.
'He was there' Harry whispered 'I saw Him.'
Hermione understood him instantly. She sat beside him and he place his head on her shoulder as her arms encompassed his small fragile figure.
'It's okay, Harry', she said 'it was just a dream.'
Harry sniffed, single tear meandered down his pale panic-stricken face. Hermione used her thumb to wipe the tear from his cheek. She looked into his irritated eyes and smiled sweetly. He managed to smile back.
A breeze flew between them and Hermione shivered uncontrollably. She clung closer to Harry. She could feel her breasts against his chest. It felt amazing. She felt his breath flowing through her brown untamed hair. He held her close. He could smell her hair; it was a mane of vanilla. He brought her chin up so he could look deep into her eyes. She smiled. He pulled her closer and his lips met her soft pink mouth. She sank into his jaw and felt totally captivated. She straddled over his body and let her fingers wander through his jet black hair. Harry began to roam the small of Hermione's back with his hands as he became more engrossed in the extremely passionate kiss...