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23. The way she looks while sleeping
Harry slowly slid into the bedroom, careful not to make any noise that could wake Hermione up. Although waking Hermione was the main reason he went into the room in the first place, he wanted to watch her a little bit before she gained consciousness.
Sleeping Hermione could be his favourite Hermione if he didn't miss hearing her voice… or her eyes looking into his… or her smiles…
Well…
Guess he liked sleeping Hermione the best just before he woke her up with soft kisses. She would open her beautiful eyes, her beautiful smile already adorning her lips, and say his name with her beautiful voice raspy with sleep.
Harry slowly sat down on the bed. There she was, sleeping peacefully. She was lying on her back, her right hand resting on her abdomen while her left arm resting above her head. Her hair sprawled around her head, framing her face, the brown making a sharp contrast with her pale skin.
Harry's eyes wandered around her beautiful face. The frown that was usually present between her eyebrows was gone. She looked younger when she was asleep. Not that she was old but at the age of 24, Hermione Granger had carried more responsibility than any other person of her age could imagine.
Well… Accept for him. Harry Potter was right beside her, sharing the weight. Actually, she was the one sharing the weight of his responsibilities…
And he loved her for that…
For being beside him at all times…
For being her wonderful selfless self…
But from time to time, it was nice seeing her free of the thoughts that always filled up that extraordinary mind of hers.
A little flutter at her eyes drew his eyes there. She was still sleeping, probably dreaming about something. He could see her irises moving beneath her eyelids. Her long eyelashes that normally framed her warm chocolate brown eyes were now falling on her cheekbones.
Harry sighed, he had already missed those soulful eyes staring straight into his soul. But he also wanted to spend a few more minutes like this, watching her serenely without her questioning or blushing or turning away to hide her pretty smile.
Her smile…
He had missed her smile too. Sometimes, if he was lucky, she would smile in her dream, granting him a picture he would never forget. Harry's stare moved down her face, past her shapely nose to her lips.
There it was…
That little smile he adored adorning her lips, making him want to kiss them more than ever. A deep sigh that filled her lungs made him look down subconsciously. The blanket was covering her up to her abdomen, leaving her chest bare to his eyes. Except for her pyjama top, but this was enough to make his throat dry up.
God! He adored every inch of this woman!
He pried his eyes away from her peacefully rising and falling chest, and let his stare caress her collarbones and slender neck, going up her jawline and finally resting on her eyes.
They were still closed.
He smiled lovingly. It was now time to wake her up. This may be his only reason to wake up early at the weekend.
Harry slowly leaned down and pressed his lips right under her ear where her jaw met her neck. As he inhaled her sweet intoxicating scent, he felt her slight movement. She was a little ticklish there. His lips curled in a devilish smile, and instead of inhaling, he blew there lightly. His action made her squirm and a little laugh escaped her mouth.
"Harry!" Her raspy voice exclaimed, she was trying to hide her neck from him. Harry chuckled and kissed her neck one last time before pushing himself up.
"Good morning, love!" His grin must have done the trick, for Hermione grinned back at him. Just as he thought earlier, her beautiful eyes were glinting back at him mischievously under her long lashes. She reached for him and grabbed his t-shirt, pulling him down on her.
"It's a good morning indeed." was the last thing Harry heard before her lips found his.