Dazed And Confused
Author's Note: Originally published on June 11, 2010
Hot and uncomfortable was how he'd felt in the summer, but this heat wave was something else entirely.
It started with a tingling feeling, accompanied by the gentle caress of wild hair against his skin. A rush of warmth raced through his body and his eyes went fuzzy, his fingers pressing the spot on his cheek which was the cause of his reaction.
Her soft lips had touched him there.
Her lips.
A whisper of good luck, and then the subtle scent of her had invaded his space, distracting him from his worries. Parchment, ink, strawberries… Hermione. It had grown on him, particularly over the past year, and now he would know it anywhere. It had captured his attention for a mere second until something else completely overwhelmed his senses.
Her lips.
He was vaguely aware of Harry leading him away and Angelina's instructions as he struggled with his robes. He felt like he was going to melt into a puddle, overheated and stunned as he recalled the slight pressure of her against him.
Her lips.
As Alicia appeared to help him get straightened out, he couldn't resist once again raising his hand to feel that cherished area where Hermione had boldly kissed him. The steadily increasing volume of both the gathering crowd and Angelina brought him out of the daze, and the anxiety deep in the pit of his stomach began to grow again. He tried hard to concentrate on the one sensation he was in danger of getting completely lost in.
Her lips.