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Stunned, a Harry Potter Fanfic.
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Harry drank in the beautiful sight of Hermione's face. The soft, rosy plains of her cheeks, the smooth tantalizing chocolate of her big, brown eyes, the crooked, naive curve of her smile.
And then he slapped her.
She staggered backwards, her palm pressed against her cheek. Her fingers shook as she removed them from her face, a hot red handprint emblazoned on the smooth, ivory skin. Her mouth was open in either shock or pain, most likely a mixture of both, and her eyebrows were drawn together in a confused, hurt bow. She still man aged to look stunning.
Yes, stunned. That was the perfect word for her expression.
After what seemed like an eternity, Hermione opened her perfect mouth;
"Harry... what in Merlin's beard was that?"
She was trying to joke; trying to make light of the situation, like she so often did. It was one of her best qualities. He said-
Harry narrowed his eyes, catching himself before he sunk into the quicksand of memories.
He pasted an apologetic look on his features, a coat he had borrowed that was far too small and not at all believably his, and reached out a hand as if to inspect what damage he'd caused. Hermione hesitated for a fraction of a second, before leaning into his touch, letting him cup her cheek. Her eyes slid shut as she nuzzled into his callused palm, and he stroked the skin just under her eye with his thumb.
Ever so gently, Harry removed his hand from her cheek, letting it slide down until it cupped her chin and he tilted her head upwards. There eyes met briefly – emerald fire and innocent hazelnut – before he pressed his mouth to hers. She immediately succumbed, folding into him and mimicking every chaste breath, flick of the tongue, smacking sounds of lips on lips.
And then Hermione started playing her own tune.
Her hands, entangled in Harry's dark hair, slid down his broad shoulders and chiselled chest, to the buckle of his belt. She began to slowly undo it with nimble fingers of an expert, her mouth still glued to Harry's. The boy pulled away from the kiss, and for one second it seemed like he was going to slap her again. However, Harry's face slowly slid past hers, his head bent and his mouth so close to her ear she could feel his warm breath and he could almost taste her.
"You have him," He whispered, his voice suddenly cold and hard. Her fingers stopped on the cool metal of the belt, "You have him, and he is incredible. You have him waiting for you every night; you have the life I want. Yet you're here looking for more. You disgust me."
He leant back and pushed her away, before stalking away and slamming the door to the classroom she had told him to meet her in.
Salty tears poured down her face, down the curve of her nose and cheeks, wetting her lips on their suicide plunge.
Yes, stunned. That was the perfect word for her expression.
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Just a short, spontaneous piece (:
I know I've left a lot open – like why Hermione asked Harry to come to meet her in the empty classroom, what events led up to this moment, the 'him' Harry was talking about when he said Hermione had the life and guy he wanted. I suppose I shall leave that for you to decide – feel free to comment on who you think it may be.