Picture Stories #6 Sleeping Bags
By: 1000th Ghost
Write a short fic about ten random pictures. Put your iPod photos on shuffle, and write a story to whatever picture comes up. Sounds easy? It should. Except you also have to write the story in the span of 4 minutes.
Harry was fast asleep, and truth be told, so were they. They were half-asleep anyway, that semiconscious moment when one is only somewhat in control of his or her actions.
They were turned to face each other, and their hands reached instinctively forward from the sanctity of their sleeping bags.
"Hermione…"
He had either meant to say it or dreamt that he had said it, but suddenly the sleeping bags were squished together, and his lips were attacking her cheeks, then her eyes, her hair, then finally her lips.
She still was not entirely sure whether or not it was a dream.
