7. Her laugh
"Hermione?" Harry said softly, looking at his left where his girlfriend was lying down on her back. She looked so peaceful with her eyes closed, her long lashes falling on her cheekbones, she had her right hand resting on her pillow above her head, making Harry want to trace his fingers on her arm.
"Hmm?" Hermione hummed without opening her eyes. Harry put his left hand under his head and looked at Hermione's face above his arm.
"Why are ghosts bad at lying?" Hermione cracked one eye open and looked up at her boyfriend suspiciously.
"Why?"
"Because you can see right through them." Harry looked at her face, hoping to hear her beautiful laugh but all he got was a groan.
"Nooo, why did you do that?" Hermione said, grimacing. Harry sighed, looking apologetic as he said,
"Sorry, I thought it would make you laugh." Hermione turned to her right, now lying half on top of Harry, she tangled her left leg with his and put her chin on his chest looking up at him under her lashes.
"You can't make me laugh with these kind of jokes, love." she said, laughing softly at his disappointed face, unintentionally giving him a teaser of what he craved. Harry put his right hand on her waist, making sure that she could go nowhere.
"Oh, really? Can I make you laugh like this, then?" he asked, starting tickling her from her sides. Hermione shrieked with laughter when his fingers started going up and down on her sides. She squirmed, trying to protect her ticklish places and pleading with him to stop. Harry, unable to tickle her sides anymore, slid his hands down her legs to behind her knees, knowing that this is where he will get most laughs from.
"HARRY! Harry please stop, I can't… I can't take it anymore!" She was gasping for breath between her laughs. Harry stopped and looked down right in her chocolate brown eyes. During his attack, he had managed to get Hermione under him, trapping her between his arms resting on both sides of her head. Hermione returned his stare, the air around them suddenly grew heavy with desire. Without breaking eye contact, Harry leaned down and captured her lips, kissing her passionately. Hermione's moan got muffled behind their kiss, she brought her hands up and tangled them in his messy hair, her nails scratching his scalp. Harry moaned and broke their kiss, moving his lips from her cheek to her jawline, trailing kisses till he reached her neck. While he was gently nibbling her neck, he brought his hands down, one hand going to her waist, the other going southern, caressing her leg as it went. When his hand reached its destination, he stopped his kisses and looked directly in her eyes… before he began tickling her again. Hermione burst out laughing again, and from what Harry could understood between her breathless laughs, she was making threats about hexing him.
"GOD! I LOVE THIS SOUND!" Harry said, laughing along with her before burying his face in her neck again. This only made Hermione laugh harder.