FANFIC

Hermione stared across the room at her lover, her dream. The way he stood, with such a beautiful stature. The way he was always sparkling bright as the sun. His pale complexion, his sharp curves. The way he always stood up for his friends, helping them with their burdens. The way he moved her when she danced with him. The way she could feel him all over and he didn't even care. He never said a word. He was her only joy.

He was...the pole.