Prompt: Jaws
She was transfixed by the sharp cut of it. The flawless skin was unmarked by the bumps their peers had. Tracing the line up his face to an ear, she noted the unattached lobe. Cutting her gaze between them, she paused on his green eyes. They were locked on the board where Professor Slughorn was writing the properties of the next classification of potions.
Hermione was unconcerned with academia at the moment.
She was all too concerned with this interloper. The alien conjured out of the blue to attend their class. Who was he? The perfect specimen of a wizard came to show how inferior they all were.
He seemed … too put together. His perfect tie in a half-Windsor was the only acceptable knot outside a full-Windsor according to her father. His body was seated perfectly as though posture had been drilled into him from a young age. But God his jaw. Hermione kept coming back to that jaw. She wanted to lick it, nip it, and kiss it (and in the back of her mind a thought about riding it snuck through).
They'd been in the same room for five minutes and it was taking all her self-control to remain in her seat.