His voluptuous, velvet, venom eyes surveyed her, through his long
ebony lashes. She walked, no, sauntered through the passageway with an
emanating aura of knowledge and confidence. To him, she was Aphrodite, and
to her, he was nothing.
She was heading for her sanctuary, her nirvana as some people said. What a fantastic woman she was, she had knowledge as well as a gorgeous body. After all, what more could a man want, many settled for far less.
The echo of each foot - step, resounded around and around the corridor, as she got ever nearer to him and the door. The sweet and sensual scent of an oriental hybrid flower filled the air. He breathed the aroma in, it was Her.
He retreated into the dark shadows just before she reached the door. She was eagerly yet gracefully approaching. As she disappeared inside, he let out a breath. What to do next? His emotions fought with him, yet there was only one answer.
To follow her in!
He pushed the door, and saw her standing with her back to him searching for a book. Then he noticed the idiot Weasley boy approaching his victim. She turned as he placed a hand on her shoulder and kissed him on the cheek. How dare she! How could she lead him on and toy with his emotions like that. So what if they didn't actually speak outside of class. That was it; he was going to get his own back on Weasley, and her! As he gathered himself up to find a reason to give them both a detention - at separate times - possibly for too much public display of affection, he noticed that they had gone. He was left standing in the middle of the library staring. Oh what a shame, that mean he would have to tell everyone in the next 5th year potions lesson, and of course with a little added dramatic license.
She was heading for her sanctuary, her nirvana as some people said. What a fantastic woman she was, she had knowledge as well as a gorgeous body. After all, what more could a man want, many settled for far less.
The echo of each foot - step, resounded around and around the corridor, as she got ever nearer to him and the door. The sweet and sensual scent of an oriental hybrid flower filled the air. He breathed the aroma in, it was Her.
He retreated into the dark shadows just before she reached the door. She was eagerly yet gracefully approaching. As she disappeared inside, he let out a breath. What to do next? His emotions fought with him, yet there was only one answer.
To follow her in!
He pushed the door, and saw her standing with her back to him searching for a book. Then he noticed the idiot Weasley boy approaching his victim. She turned as he placed a hand on her shoulder and kissed him on the cheek. How dare she! How could she lead him on and toy with his emotions like that. So what if they didn't actually speak outside of class. That was it; he was going to get his own back on Weasley, and her! As he gathered himself up to find a reason to give them both a detention - at separate times - possibly for too much public display of affection, he noticed that they had gone. He was left standing in the middle of the library staring. Oh what a shame, that mean he would have to tell everyone in the next 5th year potions lesson, and of course with a little added dramatic license.