Her Fetish

Chapter 3

His Hair

Their's not much to say about his hair.

At time's it would look oily, form either gel or lack of shower. Or it would look like the softest thing in the world. Whenever it looked like that, I had to force myself to behave and not run my fingers through it.

It was a dazzling natural golden white, a colour not much seen unless dyed in with chemicals. It certain lighting it would look like the purest of gold colours, and in other lighting it would look as white as the snow.

His hair always looked perfect, and if it were messy all he would have to do is shake his head and every single strand would fall into its perfect place. When I first met him, he would always gel his hair back, it suited him and gave him that evil look. Now, since he doesn't use it as much, his hair loose and wavy gives him that bad boy looks, and along with his trademarks smirk and glinting silver eyes...it would make my heart flutter with passion.

One day I was walking down toward the Great Hall to meet up with my two companions for breakfast. I was running a little late, so I tried to pick up my pace a little. More so when I felt as if I were being watched, even though the hallway had a handful of kids in it. It still made me feel a little uneasy. My body shuttered as I felt a presence right behind me. But I didn't stop, instead I flipped a bit of my still damp hair over my shoulder and continued down the hall. Cursing the fact that a group of guys were up a head of me. A group that I did not care for at all. I didn't realise that I had been keeping my eyes focused on them until they all had their heads turned in my direction, all of which smirking. Not liking that, or wanting to walk closely by them, I started to drift a little to the other side of the hall.

I quickly slowed my pace as one of the guys stepped directly in front of me. Not wanting to crash into him, I moved over to the side once again. Only to have him do the same. Stopping completely I looked up at him, ready to ask him politely to move out of my way, before I noticed that he was smirking at something/someone over my shoulder. Not wanting to know what was going on, I quickly tried to move past him one more time, surprisingly he moved as if to let me pass. Taking a few steps forward, I went to breath a sigh of relief, but it didn't last as he nudged me backwards with his shoulder. I definitely didn't expect that t happen, so it threw off my balance, causing me to stumble backward. I inhaled sharply as I fell right into someone's open arms.

The body was warm, and once I inhaled I froze. The scent I could smell was that of a Cinnamon spice...I stiffened my back, as he steadied me. His head resting to the side of mine slightly.

Did I just hear him inhale?

His soft hair brushed past my cheek, causing the skin to tingle, as he smirked up at his friend. Causing said boy, and group to snicker, though it didn't last long.

My two best friends had chosen that exact time to enter the hall. Both glaring at the boy that held me within his warm embrace.

I wanted to whine with protest when he released me from his grasp. I wanted him to take me back into his arms, to feel his soft hair against my skin once more.

I didn't move from where he pushed me, and watched as he and his group turned to leave down the hall. My friends joined me and asked if I was alright and a few other questions. I told them I was fine, but my eyes never left His back. As if feeling my stare, he looked back over my shoulder, tossing his hair our of his eyes as he did so. I watched every second of it, time seeming to slow down as he flipped hid hair. Making my knees weak. I knew both of my friends were glaring daggers at him, but I couldn't. Instead I just stared off at him.

Walking into the Great Hall with my friends, I kinda wished that I could have another encounter with him. Just minus his friends.

I wanted to run my hands through his hair, feeling the soft texture of them as they slid between my fingers.

Sighing slightly, I tried to remember how it felt against my cheek...it was almost like the softness of a feather. I suddenly got a plan in my mind, a smirk found its way onto my face. A plan that consisted of magic and numerous soft feathers...

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