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Category:
Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
100
Views:
10,630
Reviews:
52
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Touch
Title: Touch
Author: ianthe_waiting
Rating: T
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter books and their characters are the property of JK Rowling. This is a work of fan-fiction. No infringement is intended, and no money is being made from this story. I am just borrowing the puppets, but this is my stage.
Genre: Drabble
Warnings: None.
Summary: #38 – Touch. She liked his touch.
Word Count: 896 words.
Author's Notes: Drabble: a slice of fic in less than 1500 words. Fourth Year fic. Suggested by donquixote17.
Prompt 38 – Touch
His hand had touched hers while reaching for the same book…Goldman’s ‘Famous Sphinx Riddles.’ She automatically drew away, her face flushing hotly, her mouth open ready to apologize. However, he grasped the thick spine, and pulled it down from the shelf, his handsome face only slightly pink…and passed it to her.
“Sorry ‘bout that,” he muttered, his grey eyes flashing in the lamplight of the Library.
Hermione Granger took the red covered book and hugged it close to her chest.
“Um…is Potter doing alright?” he asked, crossing his arms before his chest, leaning his left shoulder into the shelves.
Hermione took a shaking breath and met Cedric Diggory’s eyes. She had never had occasion to speak to the older boy before. He was a prefect, he was in a different House, and had little dealings with Gryffindors. Hermione wondered if Cedric even knew her name.
“He’s doing alright, considering…” she said softly.
Cedric nodded, his shaggy tawny locks falling about his handsome face.
The First Task was over and Christmas was soon approaching. Hermione wondered, idly, if Cedric Diggory was going to take Cho Chang to the Yule Ball. She also wondered if Viktor Krum was still sitting at her table behind the stacks near a far, and secluded corner of the Library. The Bulgarian Tri-Wizard Champion had been haunting her steps during her time in the library, and Hermione was not exactly sure what to make of it.
“Yeah, considering…listen…I just want to let you know that I’m okay with Potter. I know most people have been saying a lot of things…but the Professors are convinced there’s something…something…behind it all,” Cedric continued, leaning toward her, whispering softly.
Hermione shivered at his nearness. His breath ticked the hair that fell about her throat…and she could smell pumpkin juice on his breath.
Hermione nodded dumbly, her eyes falling to the prefect badge on the chest of his robes.
“But if he’s trying his best…I’m going to try to do better…”
Hermione’s eyes flicked up to Cedric’s and she realized how close he was…leaning over her. Cedric smiled down at her…he was quite a bit taller, and Hermione felt as if his presence was about to swallow her whole.
“Are you going to check that book out?” he asked softly, his eyes moving to the book in her arms.
“No…I was just going to look something up…I…” she stuttered, flushing redder.
His hand moved…and she stiffened as he cupped her cheek. Hermione nearly jumped away, by instinct, however, when his lips pressed against her forehead, just between her brows, Hermione froze…
Cedric’s lips were cool, but the kiss suffused warmth through her body, beginning between her brows and to her toes.
Even when he pulled away, his hand still cupping her cheek, Hermione could still feel his lips upon her brow. With a gentle swipe of the pad of his thumb over her cheekbone, Cedric pulled his hand away.
“I’ll find it later…” he whispered, his face near hers.
Hermione could only stare at him, unsure of what to think of the boy…
Cedric smiled again, and began to turn to walk down the aisle…however, Hermione’s hand snaked out, grasping his wrist. She blinked, surprised that she had moved so quickly, and had acted purely on instinct. It was Cedric’s turn to appear puzzled, but turned back to Hermione, his right hand molding over hers, but not to pull himself free…but to hold her small hand in his…
“You…you…can have it,” she whispered, stretching out to pass the book to Cedric, the spine resting against his chest.
Hermione was flustered…a state of existence she did not particularly enjoy.
She released him, and slipped her hand away. Cedric sighed softly and took the book, glancing at the cover and the gold embossed sphinx on the cover. Tucking the book under his right arm, he leveled his gaze at her face again.
“Hermione Granger…” he whispered, not in address or in a manner in which to identify her by her name. He whispered her name, as if considering the aesthetic quality of every syllable…his grey eyes moving over her face, her amber eyes, her dark brow, her china-doll lips…it was not scrutiny, and it was not adoration. It was a consideration that made Hermione feel as if his eyes were touching every part of her face with a smooth brush of calloused fingertips.
“Thanks…” he whispered, and began to move again, however only to hesitate, his hand moving toward her again. Thinking better of it…Cedric grinned, and winked instead. With a determined turn, Cedric walked down the aisle and away from Hermione, his robes fluttering behind him, his luxurious tawny hair bouncing with every wide step.
Hermione’s hands itched, and her breath was thick…it had suddenly become hard to breathe. Rubbing her palms into her robes, she held her breath for a moment, counting to ten…
How awkward, she thought to herself, taking a cleaning breath…and how strange...
She could feel his touch, even as she walked back to her table, trying to ignore Viktor Krum’s pointed gaze…as well as the girls hiding near the wall, admiring from a distance. She tried to ignore the tingling she felt between her brows, or on her cheek…she tried to ignore the lingering warmth of Cedric Diggory’s hand upon her hand. It seemed that every place he had touched…burned.
Hermione liked his touch.
Author: ianthe_waiting
Rating: T
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter books and their characters are the property of JK Rowling. This is a work of fan-fiction. No infringement is intended, and no money is being made from this story. I am just borrowing the puppets, but this is my stage.
Genre: Drabble
Warnings: None.
Summary: #38 – Touch. She liked his touch.
Word Count: 896 words.
Author's Notes: Drabble: a slice of fic in less than 1500 words. Fourth Year fic. Suggested by donquixote17.
Prompt 38 – Touch
His hand had touched hers while reaching for the same book…Goldman’s ‘Famous Sphinx Riddles.’ She automatically drew away, her face flushing hotly, her mouth open ready to apologize. However, he grasped the thick spine, and pulled it down from the shelf, his handsome face only slightly pink…and passed it to her.
“Sorry ‘bout that,” he muttered, his grey eyes flashing in the lamplight of the Library.
Hermione Granger took the red covered book and hugged it close to her chest.
“Um…is Potter doing alright?” he asked, crossing his arms before his chest, leaning his left shoulder into the shelves.
Hermione took a shaking breath and met Cedric Diggory’s eyes. She had never had occasion to speak to the older boy before. He was a prefect, he was in a different House, and had little dealings with Gryffindors. Hermione wondered if Cedric even knew her name.
“He’s doing alright, considering…” she said softly.
Cedric nodded, his shaggy tawny locks falling about his handsome face.
The First Task was over and Christmas was soon approaching. Hermione wondered, idly, if Cedric Diggory was going to take Cho Chang to the Yule Ball. She also wondered if Viktor Krum was still sitting at her table behind the stacks near a far, and secluded corner of the Library. The Bulgarian Tri-Wizard Champion had been haunting her steps during her time in the library, and Hermione was not exactly sure what to make of it.
“Yeah, considering…listen…I just want to let you know that I’m okay with Potter. I know most people have been saying a lot of things…but the Professors are convinced there’s something…something…behind it all,” Cedric continued, leaning toward her, whispering softly.
Hermione shivered at his nearness. His breath ticked the hair that fell about her throat…and she could smell pumpkin juice on his breath.
Hermione nodded dumbly, her eyes falling to the prefect badge on the chest of his robes.
“But if he’s trying his best…I’m going to try to do better…”
Hermione’s eyes flicked up to Cedric’s and she realized how close he was…leaning over her. Cedric smiled down at her…he was quite a bit taller, and Hermione felt as if his presence was about to swallow her whole.
“Are you going to check that book out?” he asked softly, his eyes moving to the book in her arms.
“No…I was just going to look something up…I…” she stuttered, flushing redder.
His hand moved…and she stiffened as he cupped her cheek. Hermione nearly jumped away, by instinct, however, when his lips pressed against her forehead, just between her brows, Hermione froze…
Cedric’s lips were cool, but the kiss suffused warmth through her body, beginning between her brows and to her toes.
Even when he pulled away, his hand still cupping her cheek, Hermione could still feel his lips upon her brow. With a gentle swipe of the pad of his thumb over her cheekbone, Cedric pulled his hand away.
“I’ll find it later…” he whispered, his face near hers.
Hermione could only stare at him, unsure of what to think of the boy…
Cedric smiled again, and began to turn to walk down the aisle…however, Hermione’s hand snaked out, grasping his wrist. She blinked, surprised that she had moved so quickly, and had acted purely on instinct. It was Cedric’s turn to appear puzzled, but turned back to Hermione, his right hand molding over hers, but not to pull himself free…but to hold her small hand in his…
“You…you…can have it,” she whispered, stretching out to pass the book to Cedric, the spine resting against his chest.
Hermione was flustered…a state of existence she did not particularly enjoy.
She released him, and slipped her hand away. Cedric sighed softly and took the book, glancing at the cover and the gold embossed sphinx on the cover. Tucking the book under his right arm, he leveled his gaze at her face again.
“Hermione Granger…” he whispered, not in address or in a manner in which to identify her by her name. He whispered her name, as if considering the aesthetic quality of every syllable…his grey eyes moving over her face, her amber eyes, her dark brow, her china-doll lips…it was not scrutiny, and it was not adoration. It was a consideration that made Hermione feel as if his eyes were touching every part of her face with a smooth brush of calloused fingertips.
“Thanks…” he whispered, and began to move again, however only to hesitate, his hand moving toward her again. Thinking better of it…Cedric grinned, and winked instead. With a determined turn, Cedric walked down the aisle and away from Hermione, his robes fluttering behind him, his luxurious tawny hair bouncing with every wide step.
Hermione’s hands itched, and her breath was thick…it had suddenly become hard to breathe. Rubbing her palms into her robes, she held her breath for a moment, counting to ten…
How awkward, she thought to herself, taking a cleaning breath…and how strange...
She could feel his touch, even as she walked back to her table, trying to ignore Viktor Krum’s pointed gaze…as well as the girls hiding near the wall, admiring from a distance. She tried to ignore the tingling she felt between her brows, or on her cheek…she tried to ignore the lingering warmth of Cedric Diggory’s hand upon her hand. It seemed that every place he had touched…burned.
Hermione liked his touch.