Prompt: Door
It was just a door. Wood painted white like many that she'd seen in her life. The handle was silver though whether it was actually silver or chrome or steel or another metal in silver coloring or plating she didn't know.
Taking a deep breath, her hand started to lift to it. She took her time. This wasn't like many instances where she'd casually raise a hand to open it, fling the door open and confidently stride through the doorway.
No, this moment was the culmination of weeks. She'd tried a million tactics to get this door open. From the tried and true Alohomora, to the complex ward revealing charms to lay to bare all the protections around it.
Suddenly, she heard from behind her, "I wouldn't do that."
Hermione froze her hand centimeters away from touching the handle.
"Now, why is my little lamb trying to enter my study?"
Hermione sucked in a breath as she felt the warm presence of the man behind her. His finger tips brushed her neck as he pulled her hair from the front of her chest to behind her back.
"N-n-nothing," Hermione fought to get the word out. Her breath sped up as the man stepped flush behind her. His chest against her back. His arm rising up to touch hers as his hand grabbed hers in a tight grip.
"You wouldn't have been trying to ..." Here, he paused. Hermione felt a moment of calm, maybe he would give a convenient excuse and let her off the hook.
"Spy." The word was whispered as his lips were next to her ear. Hermione couldn't repress the shiver at his words, his closeness, his touch.