A/N: I don't own Harry Potter or any related characters
This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Word count: 353
Warning: sexual themes
Hands, that was what her mind was thinking about while she tried to study. His hands to be more specific. Merlin how he used his hands, how every move was graceful, calculated, his deft fingers holding the stirring rod, twirling it in the cauldron.
She sighed, leaning against her own hand, letting her mind continue to wander. What else could he do with those hands, with those long fingers. A small fire started in her nethers just thinking about him touching her, any part of her. He could hold her hand, his fingers intertwined with hers, he could slide his hands down her spine, a single finger down her spine. She shuddered, nearly melting right then and there just thinking about it.
She blinked, trying to get that image, that feeling out of her mind. She really needed to study! Ignoring her body, she picked up her quill, holding it in her own fingers. She'd seen his handwriting, his notes on her pages upon pages of parchment, the scrawling black lettering. Her mind immediately bringing up an image of him holding a quill, a white feathered quill contrasting with the black robes he wore over a buttoned frock.
She smiled thinking about those buttons, each one slowly being unbuttoned by his fingers, her mind replacing the image of his frock with her shirt. One, two, three, little white buttons as the shirt fell open revealing her pale pink bra. His fingers brushing against her breasts as he reached for another button.
She let out a soft moan, realizing that studying had just become completely impossible. Her mind wasn't going to let her stop thinking about him, and there was no way her body was going to just let go of the heat it was building.
With a soft growl, that only set her off more, she shoved her books into her bag and headed back to her dorm to either take a cold shower or, more likely, take care of need thinking about his hands had caused, knowing that her own hands would never measure up to how she dreamed his would feel.