He sat in front of her, scribbling down something with his quill.
His head was only inches away from her hand.
She reached out.
Closer.
Closer.
Closer.
One inch, and she'd touch him.
Almost.
A cheesy grin came on her face.
Pat.
She touched him.
Pat.
She touched him again.
Pat. Pat. Pat. Pat. Pat. Pat.
He slowly turned around.
His eyes were the size of dinner plates.
She smiled, brightly.
"You did NOT just touch the hair…"
Everybody gasped.
Snape was the loudest.
I'm sorry.
I was random.