Harry Potter could picture her so well; her bushy brown hair framed her lovely oval face and her milk chocolate eyes you could drown in.
"Harry…" He slowly opened his eyes, Hermione stood in front of him, with her hands on her hips, 'oh those curvy hips.' He gulped his face turned a light shade of pink. His pants began to get tighter; 'great what must she think of me now.'
"Harry" she called again, her eyes showed concern and she bit down on her lower lip. She gazed into his emerald pools they were partly clouded with lust? She gasped in realization; his dropped down, her gaze followed his head she was looking at a large bulge in his pants.
"Sorry," he mumbled; she laughed to herself as she sat down beside him and patted the bulge.
"We'll have to take care of this won't we?"
