Why must you hurt me like that
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*Gasp* I'm acting shocked!
She felt a slight trepidation as her head swam, the fragrance that filled the room intoxicating. She tried to focus at the task at hand, and not at the rhythmic rising and falling of her breathing. She found her self drawn to it, her breath caught in her chest as she glanced, letting her tongue moisten her increasingly dry lips. Do I win?
"Herminoe dear, can you bring me those dishes?", Mrs. Weasley asked, scrubbing her plate. "Of course.", Hermione responded, grabbing the plates off of the table. As she set them down, she let her hand brush Mrs. Weasley's forearm, lingering momentarily. An exploratory gesture. Her head swam with the possibilities.
Epic win!
Mrs. Weasley stopped, noticing the crack in the door to Hermione's bedroom, where Hermione was undressing...
