9. The way I can see her soul through her eyes

Harry woke up with a feeling of being watched. Feeling disoriented, he blinked a few times. He was lying on the magically enlarged couch sideways and the light coming from the television was hitting his face directly, forcing him to squint his eyes as it was the sole source of illumination in the room.

"You fell asleep halfway through the movie." Harry lowered his eyes till they rested on Hermione lying beside him. She was, like him, lying on her side but instead of facing the television, she was facing him. She had her right arm under her head, supporting her as she was studying him carefully.

"Why didn't you wake me up?" Harry asked, copying Hermione's position and putting his left arm under his head.

"I didn't have the heart and I like watching you sleep." Harry grinned. He could hardly see her face as she had her back to the television.

"Creep." But he didn't need to see her to know that he had made her smile.

"Shut up." She lightly shoved him on his chest, making him lose his balance and fall backwards.

"Should I go back to sleep so you can continue watching me?" Hermione, taking advantage of his new position, rolled over. Lying half on top him, she put her chin on his chest. Looking up at him, she said,

"No need, I like watching you when you're awake, too." Television's light was illuminating one side of her face, giving her eyes a mischievous glimmer. She brought her left hand up to his face, caressing his cheekbone. "I'm glad that you got your eyesight healed. I mean, you looked really cute with your glasses but they were getting in the way. I can see your eyes better now." Her caress got higher to his temple, her fingers slightly brushing his hair there. "Your eyes are fascinating, did anyone ever tell you that?" Harry smiled at her words, he loved it when she got all affectionate on him.

"No, not really. They usually tell me that I took my mother's eyes. So all compliments go to her, I guess." Hermione shook her head slightly.

"No no. I mean your eyes… They are fascinating because they belong to you." Harry didn't need to ask her what she meant because he knew.

"You haven't looked at your eyes properly then. They are the most fascinating things I've ever seen." Hermione snorted. There was a glint of disbelief in her eyes.

"They're plain brown, Harry. Hardly interesting, let alone fascinating." Harry shook his head, copying her movement from seconds ago.

"No, they are the most fascinating things because they belong to you." He brought his hand up, caressing her cheek to her jawline. "Besides they are not just brown, they have these golden specks in them and some black spots, I think those are the darkest shade I've ever seen…" His fingers rested on her chin, holding her head in place to keep eye contact with her. "So beautiful… And on top of all when I look into your eyes, I can see your soul behind those colours. I can see your emotions, your feelings, your thoughts… And most importantly, I can see your love for me. I can see you inside your eyes and you are the most fascinating thing I've ever seen." Hermione laughed lightly, clearly pleased at hearing his words.

"Oh, that's a strong claim, Mr Potter, saying that you can see someone's soul through their eyes. So what do my eyes say?" She said in a challenging voice, never breaking eye contact with him. Harry looked deep into her eyes, it was like a staring contest for a few long seconds with neither of them giving up.

"They say they love me." Harry said at last, his voice lower than normal. Even after all these years of being together, first as best friends then as lovers, being this close to Hermione still affected him.

"Tsk, too obvious. Try harder, tell me, what does my soul need right now?" Harry gulped at her husky voice, she was really in a good mood. He once again looked into the eyes he so much loved, there was a glitter in their depth. Her gaze was filled with love but also there was a thirst waiting to be satisfied. Harry's eyes flickered down to her lips for a split second but it didn't go unnoticed by Hermione. Her lips curved into a playful smirk. "My eyes are up here, love" Harry brought the hand that was resting on her chin up to her lips, brushing her lower lip slightly. If she wanted to play, they would play.

"Your soul, your mind, your body… All of them need and want one thing." Hermione arched one eyebrow, her impish smile still in place.

"And that is…" she said, her voice leaving a question mark at the end of her words.

"Me." Hermione's eyes opened slightly, if he hadn't been watching closely he would have missed it.

"Oh, that's quite presumptuous of you, don't you think?" Harry smirked upon her words and quickly leaned down to steal a kiss from her smiling lips.

"No, your eyes said that, love, not me." He once again directed his stare to her eyes, her pupils were dilated with desire.

"So, that means I don't have to tell you that I love you anymore, huh? Since my eyes tell you anyways." Harry feigned horror at her words.

"Okay okay, I shut up, please continue telling me how much you love me." Hermione studied his face for a moment then with a quick move, got on top of him, straddling his hips.

"How about I show you?" Harry grinned at his girlfriend, that mischievous glint in her eyes had returned. He took her hands resting on his chest and wrapped them around his neck, making her fall on top him.

"Talking is overrated anyways, I've always been a physical learner." Hermione's laugh got muffled behind his kiss.