Her Fetish
Chapter 5
His Theighs...His Hands

Finally it was Christmas, one of my favourite times of the year. Though this year, I sadly wasn't returning home for the holidays. My mother and father decided to go with some friends last minute on a vacation to some resort. Nice of them to not invite me...but oh well, not much can be done about it, and I went with them last time anyways.

Stepping into the shower, I sighed as a stream of warm water hits my body and dampens my hair. My body is still as I allow the water to cascade over me, before finally getting to work on cleaning myself up.

Twenty minutes later, I forced myself to leave the relaxing powers of the shower stall, and make my way back to my dorm room, where I get changed into a plain and fitting black T-shirt with a low cut neck (it feels like it suffocates me when they're too close around my neck). Looking around I spy one of my favourite skirts, faded from years of wear. I also threw on a pair of socks as well as a pair of comfy shoes before heading out of my room and off towards the Great Hall for breakfast (I know that they're not winter clothing, but I wasn't really planning on going outside). Pulling my hair up and into a bun on the way. I didn't bother with makeup, sometimes I would put a little bit on, but today I didn't really feel like it.

Since it's of course the Christmas holidays, everyone has gone home except for 4 other students, including myself, and a small handful of the teachers. There were two Ravenclaw students, myself, and of course Him. I glared off to the side towards a wall in thought. Why was it that he remained behind anyways? He never stays behind, I hear that he usually goes off to some high-class exotic locations with his parents every year.

Oh well, it doesn't really matter I guess, which was my thought as I made my way into the Great Hall.

It was silent as we both sat there and ate. The only sound was the scraping of his fork against his plate, glasses being raised and placed back down onto the table, the crunching of food, and every now and then the occasional shuffle.

Through the corner of my eye, I saw him brace his arm up onto the table and lean against it. The side of his face not covered by his arm was facing me, and from what I could see, he was off in his own little world. Maybe he was still tired? Or there was something on his mind? Oh well, I raised a slice of toast up to my mouth, taking a bite out of it, chewing, and then repeating the process after I had swallowed.

While I ate, I stole a glance back over towards him. His attire consisted of a white button-up shirt (top few buttons opened), that's sleeves went to just above the elbow, and a pair of blue fitted jeans. My eyes roamed over the sides of his legs and up to his thighs...imagining what his muscle tone on them looked like underneath the material..

I shifted a bit in my seat and glanced away from him, moving my legs as they started to tingle from my thought. Why am I thinking this? I shouldn't be! But it's so hard not noticing what his body looks like, and imagining what he may look like...My breathing hitches slightly at the thought, as I try not to allow the questions in my mind get to me...Which did he prefer, I wondered, boxers or briefs? What was his preference with girl's underwear? Thongs, normal..? Would his thighs be muscular from hours of Quidditch training? How would they feel if I were to squeeze my hands around them, laying under him...? I shook my head again, to attempt to rid myself of the thought. Though..I still wondered of course...

A warm heat started to rise up into my cheeks. Trying to distract myself with breakfast, I stretched my arm out towards the bowl of baccon, which sat on the table in front of me. Before I knew it our hands collided as we both went to take hold of the tongs. Of course we wanted the same thing at the exact same time!

He mumbled something under his breath that I didn't make out, but knew he was referring to me to go first since he moved his hand back towards himself.

Quickly I took hold of the tongs and piled a few slices of baccon onto my plate. I noted the ink smudges on my hand and compared them to his clean smooth ones. I also saw how my nails were so worn down from me chewing constantly at them, and again comparing them to his, which were nicely cut and smooth. Perfect.

I glanced over at his hand that rested on the table, then back to the plate in front of me. Closing my eyes I pictured his hands enveloping my own, his hands fisted in my hair, roaming down my body, rubbing over my..

The tongs I held hit the bowl quickly as I gapped out, the sound snapping me out of my daydream. My face felt even warmer as I hoped that he wasn't watching me. I felt the back of my neck tingle in a bit of a...blood rush?

Suddenly a loud clanging sound echoed throughout the Great Hall as his chair fell to the floor, my body jumping in surprise. I looked up at him, noticing that he seemed to be a little tense. His body turning towards my direction as he started to walk away. Yet he didn't walk past me. He stopped right behind me...I held my breath...not knowing what it was that he was doing.

His hand appeared beside me, startling me slightly, as he reached out towards the bowl of baccon, leaning over me slightly.

My body remained tense as I held my breath...

Raising my eyes up over my shoulder towards him as his arm moved back past me, his eyes glancing down but not at my face. He brought a slice of baccon to his lips and...smirked?

Glancing down I saw what he saw...

The top of my lacy red bra...

HEY!! Oh my...I know it's taken so long to get this Chapter up, I've had a lot of stuff going on and I had no inspiration or anything to write, so last night I was up untill 1 am trying to get everything in order for this and other sortie of mine that aren't comepleted. It may not be as good as my other chapters but I'm trying to get back into the flow of things. I hope you guys enjoy it!
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