20. The way she watches me while I'm shaving
Harry looked in the mirror as he was applying shaving foam to his face… And there she was, sitting on the toilet seat, watching him with fascination in her eyes. Harry smiled and winked at his girlfriend before raising the razor to his face.
It was like a ritual for them, he shaved after shower and she watched him shave, not uttering a single word till he is finished. He had no idea why, but she always looked mesmerised by this activity.
Harry brought the razor to the sink. While rinsing it, he motioned with his head for Hermione to come closer. Hermione came beside him and hopped onto the countertop.
"Did you want something, dear?" she asked, looking into his eyes with a small smile. Harry held out the razor with the handle pointing to her.
"I think you've watched me enough times. Now, I want to watch you." He said with a smirk, pointing to his foam covered face. Hermione looked at his face then looked at the razor and then looked at his face again.
"But… I can't… What if I cut you?"
"Nah, don't think you will. Come on." Hermione took the razor and raised it gingerly to his face. She started sliding the razor down his cheek while holding his head stable with a hand under his chin.
As she was working, Harry started studying her face. There was utter concentration on her face, she was looking at him as if he was a project she had to get top points from. After all, Hermione never did anything but the best when she took on a job.
Hermione put the razor under the faucet to rinse the blade and Harry took this opportunity to lean in to kiss her neck. She smiled and brought the razor back to his face again, holding his chin to keep him from moving.
"Harry! I can't do this if you keep smiling like that!" Harry took the razor from her and kissed her palm.
"I can't help it, love. I love that look on your face. It's like I'm a book or something." Hermione laughed, lightly slapping his chest.
"To be honest, I'd rather watch you shaving. That look of concentration on your face is really sexy, you know?" Harry raised his eyebrows and started shaving again, trying to keep from grinning. "And of course, the fact that you're only in a towel may have something to do with it." Hermione slid her fingers down his chest slightly.
"'MIONE!" Harry looked at his girlfriend who was smiling innocently. "I could cut myself."
"Whoops, sorry." She said although she looked anything but sorry. She had that so-called-innocent smile on her face again, the one that drove Harry crazy. She jumped down the countertop, "I'll be in the bedroom. Come when you're finished." Hermione winked at her boyfriend. While she was passing him, Harry felt his towel going with her, too.
"HERMIONE!" All Harry heard in response was her beautiful laugh.