Written for Pairing the Character - Drabble Competition.
Harry twirled his left pointer finger into Hermione's curls. She didn't even notice, so absorbed was she in her book. It was some dry-looking text about one, Harry wasn't sure which, of the Goblin Rebellions. Or at least, it was dry-looking to him. He was sure to Hermione though, it was the most fascinating thing in the world.
To Harry however, she was.
He liked spending this time with Hermione, her reading late into the night and Harry falling asleep watching her. It was quiet, peaceful, still.
It was quite frankly perfect.
Harry wasn't sure about much he wanted to do now that the war was over, but he did know he would always want to do this.