066. July

She looked beautiful.

She would probably hit him for that. Or worse, hex him. It was insanely hot and humid. The windows were wide open, but there was no breeze blowing through the spacious apartment. It was the middle of July and an awful heatwave had swept through London.

She was sprawled on the bed, a fan blowing in her direction. She was wearing tiny shorts and a barely-there tank-top, her semi-bushy brown hair piled on top of her head in a messy bun. A few strands had escaped from their binding and were sticking to her forehead and cheeks. Sweat glistened off her skin and it found it hard to keep his eyes off her.

"What are you looking at?"

Severus let a smirk spread across his lips. "You."

"Well stop. It's making me hot."

"Something we have in common," he said before joining her on the bed.

"Don't even think about it Severus."

A/N: I'm hoping that if these drabbles go well, I might try a longer HG/SS fanfic. Any opinions or thoughts on that?

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