Brief snapshots of the relationships of our favorite Hogwarts couples, I.e. James/Lily, Harry/Hermione, and Draco/Ginny.
Disclaimer: Not mine. This should be obvious because the above pairings are mostly not canon. Curse you, J.K.!
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"Harry, would you hand me that book?" Harry looked up from his potions essay at the curly-haired brunette next to him and reached for the text she was gesturing towards, feeling inexplicably delighted when she favored him with a grateful smile. He smiled back as he handed the book over, and grinned as she buried her nose in it like a starving man, or Ron, dives for a plate of food. His essay forgotten for a moment, he watched her as she read, feeling almost like he was witness to some sacred ritual. Reading was her favorite thing, after all, and he could tell as he watched. Tell from the way her eyes never moved from the page, tell from the way she ignored or simply didn't notice a corkscrew strand of hair that had escaped from the bun on the back to her head that just barely contained the glossy chestnut strands. Smiling again, more softly than before, he reached over to tuck the strand behind her head, and she jerked up in surprise. "Harry? What—"
He shrugged. "You had hair in your eyes," he explained, and she tucked her nose in the leather-bound text again, only to start up for the second time in so many minutes when Harry's chair relocated itself to behind hers and she felt his hands, strong and with a large callus on the base of his right thumb from years of wand-holding, release her hair from its pins and tie.
"Harry, what on Earth do you think you're doing?"
"Fixing your hair," he replied casually, glad she could not see the faint pink spreading across his face, and indeed, she could feel his fingers running idly through her hair, tucking tendrils up and securing them with pins more thoroughly than she had done it herself. They relapsed into the comfortable silence of before, Harry running his fingers through Hermione's hair and silently reveling in the softness of it, Hermione reading about the early Goblin Wars but secretly leaning further back in her chair at the quiet comfort of his fingers entwined in her tresses, and stayed that way until Harry realized with a start that he still hadn't finished his potions essay.
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