A/n: There is a very little chance of this being more than a oneshot. I'm in the middle of my story 'Possession' now, and this is just a quick little one shot.
But you never know.. I might give it another chapter one day.
But just a warning, this could be frustrating because it has no 'closure'.
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With every breath she took, with her chest rising, it shifted the knot in the towel open.
It was sliding open.
Severus couldn't look away.
He'd walked into Hermione's rooms after knocking insistently for 10 minutes, worried for her safety.. Or, 'to make sure the stupid bint hadn't hit her head and passed out and he'd have to teach her class for the next week' – as he rationalised it..
He was greeted with the site of Hermione, on the sofa, in nothing but a towel. He was momentarily stopped in his tracks, and his eyes travelled down the split in the doubled over towel where he could see her thigh.
He cringed at the perverted voyeurism of it all, and reached over to shake her, wake her up.
But she didn't wake.
He checked her pulse, she was breathing, she was alive. So why wasn't she awake?
He leant down to her face to call her name, and caught the strong smell of firewhiskey on her breath out.
Ah. So she'd been drinking and had passed out in nothing but a towel. Great.
This close to her face, he took the time to observe her. Her lips, open, pouted.. Her nose was red, and her eyes were puffy. Had she been crying?
He stood back to think, that's when he noticed the towel moving.
It shifted about half a centimetre with every breath in.
He whimpered to himself as he saw the towel unlock from its tucked position above her left breast.
He saw the towel slide over her smooth skin, and felt a pang of jealousy. He wished HE was running his hands over those beautiful breasts, across her stomach.
He reached out to do so, but stopped himself.
He growled loudly and took his jacket off and threw it on her.
Stupid tempting bitch.
He stalked to the door, opened it, stepped through and slammed it shut.