215 words from the mind of Hermione about her fast and furious relationship with Severus.
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I love the idea that you can't look at me without wanting me, that my mere presence can turn you on. I like the fact that I have a power over you that you can't control, that you can't name and when I am in your arms, you do not want to. If you have me, you risk everything to have me, to hold me. And risk it all you do, so often, so you can feel what only I can make you feel. You don't tell me that you want me, but I can sense it in the way you want me, touch me, don't want to and can't keep away from me. Words don't mean a thing between us; it's about thoughts, touching; anything that feels good. That's what we're about, after all, feeling good, together.
I hate the idea that as much power I have over you, you have the same amount of power over me. Your gazes freeze me, your touch binds me, and your kisses lock me down to be yours. I cannot resist you, you drive me so crazy. I don't love you and you don't love me, but none of that matters. Only goodness, feeling it, does.
We need each other. But we need to get over it.
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This
is just a little piece I wrote just to prove that I can think still.
Lol. It's not much, just Hermione's thoughts on the relationship.
How it begun, she has no idea – and neither do I. May be followed by the thoughts of Severus.