DISCLAIMER: The characters are property (if one can own characters) of JK Rowling. It's very nice of her to share.
Mystery
By
Romantic Idiot
There she is. She's sitting there with her hair up in an untidy bun, her wand pushed through it like a chopstick. She keeps pushing her fringe out of her forehead with increasingly frustrated gestures. She should get it cut. Her teeth are worrying at her lip in that way she has. She looks like she is so focussed on her textbook that she's hardly aware that the rest of the world exists. Her robes flap around her, because it's a windy day.
It's the kind of day she loves the most.
She's sitting under the tree. The big one, everyone's favourite. She's claimed it by stint of looking too menacing. Nobody wants to disturb her when she could be solving the mysteries of the universe. Nobody wants that on their head. She doesn't even look up as she fumbles for a quill in her book bag, and hastily underlines an important passage. She scribbles something important on her parchment and slams her hand down on it the next second as it tries to blow away. She gropes for a weight to hold it down and finds another book the same size as the one in her lap.
He wants to be that textbook.
He watches her with the same intensity as she studies the book. The sun is shining on her hair. He wants to be that sun. She's mumbling to herself now, and nodding her head as she chants some rhyme to help her remember.
Suddenly she looks up and shakes her hair away from her face again. He catches a glimpse of her unprotected throat, and he has to have her.
He leaves his observation point and races down towards the tree as though he's only got a few seconds left to live. His breath comes in ragged gasps and his robes catch and tangle around his ankles, but he keeps his balance. He can't afford not to.
He breaks away from the castle and he's streaking across the yard. The wind whips his hair around his face, and catches up inside his cloak. He doesn't even notice.
She looks up as he comes to her attention. Her eyes widen, because he's got a wild look on his face, and he has never looked so untamed. She backs away a little as he grows nearer, because she's not sure what he wants.
He doesn't give a single thought as he continues his headlong rush towards her and in one smooth motion he reaches her and launches forward. He brings his mouth to hers as though he's a man dying of thirst. And perhaps he is.
He knocks her flat on her back, almost winding her. His body hurts with the impact, but he doesn't notice. All he knows is that he's kissing her. Finally. He's kissing her under the tree, where everyone can see, in the wind, amidst her studying, and her mysteries of the universe.
The truth is though … she is the biggest mystery of his universe. And he has her.
Author's Note
Er … surprise! Changed my name, finally. See profile for full story. And erm not sure what this little ditty is about. I don't even know who the characters are. Obviously it's Hermione but Hermione and … who? I'm going Hermione and Draco, but you can pick whoever you like. I didn't really write it deliberately ambiguous, I just couldn't pick, to tell the truth.