She's pulled her hair back today, he sees. She's doodled on the side of her parchment, crossed out, and then written the same thing at least fifteen times. She's always done by now.
So he tries to capture that feeling of dreaminess in this sketch. Yesterday it was anger – she broke three quills. The day before that it was perseverance and restlessness – she finished before he did, and hurried away before he could finish the drawing. The half-finished depiction of her lies under his bed, like the rest of them, a beacon to her different moods.
Today he draws her wild hair - his favorite part. He adds her eyes, the chocolaty depths far away and unthinking, oblivious to the concentration directed towards her. He draws her full lips, pressed together in thought. He puts in the curve of her chin, the length of her neck, swoops over her chest and flat stomach and draws her crossed legs. Last, he puts shoes on her, the cute ones that she chose to wear today. In the bottom right, he swirls his name, small and just as important as his drawing itself: Dean Thomas. The date. The year. He folds it in two, and then stands.
"Hermione!" he calls across the Common Room.
She nearly jumps, startled from her dreaming. Blushing, she covers the corner of her parchment. "Yes?" Her voice still retains the dreamy quality.
"Nearly finished?" He gives her a grin, and she blushes harder. Yes, she's always done by now.
"Er, yeah. But you can't copy me today!"
"Sure," he says, still grinning, and then goes upstairs to hide this one in the mattress as well.
A/N: Dean and Hermione, clearly. :D And no, there's nada going on between them, at least in my mind. If you want them together, go for it.
For the Random Character Challenge again. =D Fun!
