10. The way she knits her brows while thinking
Harry sneaked a glance at Hermione from behind his magazine. She was doing it again, that little frown of concentration.
"Hermione, don't do that."
"What?" She didn't raise her head from the heavy looking book she was taking notes from. They were sitting at their dinner table which at the same time served as Hermione's working table. Harry was reading 'Which Broomstick?'while occasionally stealing looks at Hermione who was sitting next to him, working with utter concentration.
"That. You're frowning." Hermione looked up from her notes, her eyebrows still knitted. 'How could a frown make somebody look so damn cute?'
"I'm concentrating." she said simply before going back to her book. A few seconds went by with Hermione writing and reading 'and frowning' incessantly and Harry watching her from behind his magazine. Eventually Harry leaned towards her and smoothed out the frown lines between her eyebrows with his thumb.
"You'll have wrinkles there if you keep on." Hermione looked up at his thumb, causing her eyes to go crossed for a second.
"Okay, fine. I'll try." Harry let her go with a satisfied smile and went back to his magazine. Only his satisfaction didn't last long.
"Hermione," he sighed. "Now you're biting your lip. You'll make it bleed." He leaned over again, this time pulling her lower lip with his thumb, saving it from its prison.
"What? You said 'Don't frown.'" Hermione said, once again unconsciously knitting her brows. Harry smiled at her cuteness.
"You're concentrating in order to not to concentrate, right?" he said trying and failing to hide the amusement in his voice. Hermione blushed a little.
"Hey! It's harder than you think! It's not like I do that on purpose. I just happen to frown or bite my lip. I can't help it!" Harry laughed at her frustration. Even now she had her little frown of concentration on her face.
"Okay, okay. Frown all you want but don't expect me to love you when you have wrinkles on your forehead." Hermione's frown deepened till she saw his playful grin.
"Oh, you little- So you won't love me with my wrinkles, huh? But I loved you with your big ugly scar on your forehead, is that how you pay me back?" Harry laughed at her comeback, only Hermione would talk about his famous scar like that and he loved her for that.
"Hey! My scar isn't ugly, in fact it's sexy and you know it!"
"And my frowns aren't sexy?" Hermione was trying really hard to contain her laughter.
"No, I wouldn't call them sexy. Cute? Absolutely. Sexy? Not that much. But that biting your lips thing you do… Now, that, my love, is sexy as hell. And if you don't want me to kiss you senseless and possibly do more, then you shouldn't do that." Hermione smirked and with a mischievous gleam in her eyes closed her book with a silent thud. She leaned over the table towards Harry and without breaking eye contact, she deliberately bit her lower lip.
"But what if that's exactly what I want?" What happened after that was a complete blur. Harry bolted from his seat the second Hermione finished her sentence and dragged her to their bedroom. The banging of the door muffling Hermione's laugh of triumph.