This is for Stimulate Your Senses: A Challenge. We have a smell, sight, sound, taste, and feeling. A tangible feeling. Haha. This is SLASH. Don't like, don't read. Actually, read, but don't flame. I didn't make you read it. Got it? Cool. Let's start!
I don't like everything to be soft. Pansy is too soft. Astoria is too soft. Girls are too soft!
Daphne smells too sweet. Sickly sweet, actually. It's disgusting. Harry smells good, and he tastes like barbecue sauce. I know, it doesn't make sense. He should taste like treacle tart, but no. He tastes like barbecue sauce. I've started to love that taste.
His eyes are enormous. They are staring at me now, and all I hear are pages turning. The library is full of panicking students, trying desperately to study for N.E.W.T.s and O.W.L.s.
When we first kissed, everything was rough. The desk I sat on was rough. His hands were rough. My hands were rough.
I've decided that for the rest of my life, I want to feel roughness, taste barbecue sauce, see enormous eyes, and never smell sickly sweet perfume ever again.