AN: Not my characters, and the song belongs to Jennifer Paige. I'm just borrowing them both. Prompt 25 - "singing voice".
Every time she saw him, that old muggle song that she hadn't heard in years would start playing in her head. She wasn't sure if she'd first heard it before she went to Hogwarts, or during one of the holidays, but it was a long time ago. When he smiled at her, she even remembered enough of the words to be able to sing along. Not that she'd do such a thing. Well, not where anybody could hear her, and make comments about her singing voice, or lack thereof. So she sang in the shower, having first made sure that her silencing charm was completely impervious to any listeners, Extendable Ears or otherwise.
"If you see something in my eyes, let's not overanalyse, don't go too deep with it, baby..."
She's stopped looking him in the eyes. in case he sees something more than she wants him to know. Not that she'd stop him if he was interested, but let's be realistic here. That wasn't going to happen, in this life or any other. She was the kid sister who wasn't actually related, nothing more.
The hot water pounded down hard, just the way she liked it, muffling her voice even to her own ears. It was the one place at the Burrow where she could get some time alone, without being asked to watch Quidditch, help de-gnome the garden, explain Muggle objects or set the table for meals. Without having to pretend she wasn't watching... him. One of these days somebody was going to notice the way her eyes slid over him, from the red hair and freckles down to that bum in his tight jeans, over the muscles that he'd acquired from his job, no doubt, and the scars that went along with them. Her fingers drifted over her own scars, mainly the one on her abdomen (fifth year, Department of Mysteries), though she now had several more. She wondered if they'd bother him the way they bothered her.
"It's just... a little crush..."
A crush that she'd had for what was becoming an embarrassingly long time. She was an adult, she should be able to do something about her feelings, surely. But she'd never done anything like it before, never really had a proper relationship, even. She just didn't know how to begin.
"A vision of you and me..."
She didn't know what she'd do if he ever showed an interest in her. Panic, probably. Fingers slid lower, between her legs and she closed her eyes, imagining it was him touching her in such private places, and not just herself.
"Say the word forevermore, that's not what I'm looking for, all I can commit to is maybe..."
"Now that is a shame, to know that before we've even started." At first she thought she'd imagined it, but on opening her eyes there was definitely a figure on the other side of the curtain, a figure with a very familiar voice, that she'd been paying close attention to over the last few weeks.
"What.. what are you doing in here?"
"Listening to you."
"B...but my charms..."
"Don't work when you leave the door ajar, my dear. Don't let me stop you."
"Can you hand me my towel, please." At some point during their conversation, she'd turned off the water, and was now beginning to shiver.
"You'll have to come and get it, Hermione."
Her name on his lips was what did it. Before then, she'd have told him to go to hell, she wasn't coming out of there and standing nude before him, crush or no crush. But hearing her name, in that voice... That 'I want you, I need you' voice... She stepped out of the shower slowly. He wrapped the towel around her and pressed a kiss to her lips.
"You don't know how long I've waited for a chance to do this."
AN: So, what I need to do in order to start writing is play music while trying to write my Masters essay. I feel a few more stories coming on.