Round Five
After that there were no more rules

No more boundaries

We went at each other daily

And every seemingly innocent touch

My hand against the heat at her lower back

Her hand brushing mine

Small victories

Small losses

The real battles took place in the library

Of course
Each day I waited for her

Playing with her bracelet

Watching it catch the candlelight

It captivated me

A dragon's fascination with gold
And amazingly

She was always there

She always came to see me

She was so beautiful

And our conversation

We had conversation now

Was wonderful

Quick

Bright

Sexual

Teasing

Insightful

She was like a cobra

Curving graceful deadly lightening

I learned things about her I would never have expected
She loved rock music

Muggle grunge music

Alice in Chains, Nirvana, Shine Down

She blared it from a tiny muggle device

Blared it till her ears rang

It was her release

Her therapy

She had an insatiable sweet tooth

All things caramel and gooey

It made her feel warm

Safe

I thought of sending her boxes and boxes

Of the very best caramels

Over the summer

But then I realized

Her parents would only take them
Her mannerisms I began noticing as well

She talked with her hands

Painting with diction and metaphor

With pale tiny hands

With bitten nails and ink smudges

When I looked at them now

I know longer saw just hands

But birds

And ghosts

And dancing snakes

And when she lied

She could fool anyone

Anyone who wasn't watching her hands

They stopped their dance when she lied

But I always watched her hands

Mesmerized
And some days her hands spoke for her

In our dance of attraction

Today was one of those days
I had stolen her quill
"I think I'll just keep this, Granger"

And put it in my pocket

"Don't try and take it back

Or I'll put it down my trousers."
She rolled her eyes

Childish really

Both of us, actually

She went back to reading her book

Pretending to read her book

She glanced up so coyly

And asked for help

Like she needed it

I moved closer to her

I couldn't help it

Then she reached into my pocket

Threading a needle

Burning

Excruciating

She had the light of victory in her eyes
But I had the quill in my hand

And I was faster

Stronger

I would keep my word

As always
I put the quill in my trousers
"I warned you.

There's only one way to get it back now."

And then the chuckle

That always made the most delicious shudder

Run down

Her spine
The

'One way'

Was thoroughly obvious

She could just go get another quill

But that would mean losing

And Hermione Granger would not lose

I could see the blood

Rushing into her cheeks

In a hot flood

So flattering

Even with the little scowl of frustration

Marring her smooth brow
She sat with me on the library floor

We were quite the contrast

Icy sprawling masquerade

Warm focused demur

I threw open my arms to her

'Come and get it'

She looked focused

Like she was trying to solve a riddle

Which

I suppose

She was

How to get the quill

Out of my trousers

Without

Putting her hand into my trousers

Which would not be a good plan

Not for her

Not unless she was wanting more

Than I thought she was

And it would not be good for me

Not if I wanted to win

But while she was pondering I got the chance

A rare treat, really

Just to watch her

And her honey bright warmth
Then she leapt on me

Like a kitten stalking daydreams

She caught me off guard

But what else is new?

For a moment

I was frozen

But then I had the sense to fight back

Her aim was apparent

Get the quill down my trouser leg

Without

Touching me at all

And my aim was probably unmistakable as well

Keep her from getting the quill

While

Avoiding any unfortunate contact

We struggled for long minutes

Every brush of her cobra strike hands

Was scorching

Freezing

Electrifying

Then just as suddenly

As she had sprung

She fell still
Reclining like a Grecian marble goddess

In my lap

Only warm

And soft

And...

My nerves were on fire

I looked down at her

Questions in my eyes

She muttered

Something about a break

I wrapped an arm around her

A junkie to the last

I closed my eyes

Utterly at ease with this

Weird

Twisted

Sadistic

Little

Game

We were playing

I rested my chin on top of her head

And breathed in her honey summer

Drunk of ambrosia

She was breathing deeply

And her heart was beating fast

A tattoo psalm
Of course

That could be attributed to her

Trying to get things

Out

Of my pants