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Category:
Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
100
Views:
10,632
Reviews:
52
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
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.
Sight
Title: Sight
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: #40 – Sight. She was astounded by what she saw in the heat of a summer day.
Word Count: 996 words.
Author's Notes: Drabble: a slice of fic in less than 1500 words.
Prompt 40 – Sight
The sunlight coming down through the greenhouse glass made his skin glow a golden brown. Even his hair had golden in the dull brown, something she would have never known had it not been for what she was seeing that very moment.
It was unbearably hot outside, and more so in the greenhouses. She was sweating, the front of her pink tank top turning a darker shade of salmon. She could feel sweat on the back of her neck, where her thick hair was pulled up into a high ponytail. However, as she looked at him, his shirt tied about his waist, dirty with dark soil, just like his ragged denims, she was struck by how sweat trailed down his back, over defined and thick muscles.
She had never known what Neville Longbottom looked like under his usual teaching robes and the clean and neat dress shirts.
As it was summer, the students gone, the dress code was lax. It was also an unusually hot summer that year, and no amount of Cooling Charms could beat the heat. Most of the staff had left for cooler climes or were outside on the grounds where there was at least a cool breeze off the Black Lake. Even Hagrid was wading in the lake while Aurora Sinistra was swimming nearby.
She had come to ask Neville if he wanted to swim as well, finding him in the greenhouse, working to replant a few pots of valerian, a potions ingredient that Horace usually tended to, but could not do so as he had escaped the heat for cooler regions unknown.
She watched his hands, darkened with ingrained soil as he finished with the last pot, sitting it aside on a dusty worktable. He had been humming to himself, occasionally wiping his brow with the back of his hand. His muscular shoulders and arms were tanned as well, and just as toned as his back. She could not help but let her eyes move to the dusty seat of his denims and the tight perfection of his arse.
Where had she been looking for the past three years?
Hermione Granger sighed, leaning into the open door of the greenhouse, considering whether to take in the sight of her old friend or to interrupt her appreciation of his bum to ask him if he wanted to go swimming with her. She had her bikini on under her tank top and short pants.
“Hermione?”
She blinked, her sigh had been too loud and far too wistful.
Neville was turned to her, his deep green eyes catching the rays of sunlight through the murky glass overhead. His chest was just as muscular as the rest of him, a thin trail of dark brown hair running between his pectoral muscles down his abdominal muscles, disappearing into the loose waistband of his denims. Hermione swallowed thickly, her eyes lingering on his slim hips.
“Is something wrong?”
The kindness in his voice was as it always was, and Hermione’s eyes snapped to his handsome face. As a child, Neville was a round faced, tubby boy, but as he grew older, he became something else. He was no squib, he no longer stuttered, he was a powerful wizard, yet kind, thoughtful, and comical at times. Hermione was proud to count him as a good friend.
Although…
It was so shallow of her, she knew, to think of Neville as something more just at the sight of his body. He had always been handsome as an adult; he had the personality and drive that any woman desired in a man.
The sight of his body did make a difference though.
“I…erm…”
She could not speak clearly as Neville wiped his hands on his denims, leaning back into the worktable, grasping the edges with his large, delicate hands.
“Come here, I want to show you something,” he said, smiling deviously
Hermione could only stare. What had happened to her? More importantly, when did Neville Longbottom begin smiling like a cat that ate the canary? She managed to propel herself forward as Neville moved to another table, deeper into the wild greenery. She followed, brushing past large leaves, fragrant flowers until the exit was obscured by pure flora.
“Orchids,” he said, as she came to stand next to him in front of glassed in boxes. “You said once how much you liked them…”
She blinked. She had said that years ago.
Inside the box were several varieties, segregated to prevent cross-pollinization. Impossible violet and reds, it was beautiful, but Hermione could not appreciate them with Neville standing next her, towering over her, the sight of his pulse in his throat distracting her.
Neville glanced to her, smiling, but blinked, as he seemed to notice the intensity of her stare. When his dirty hand brushed a loose strand of hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear, Hermione shivered despite the heat.
She wondered what he saw in her face, his fingertips trailing along her jaw. The spell was broken when her voice sounded, hesitant, nervous, and very unlike her.
“I was… Was wondering if you wanted to take a swim in the loch…”
He glanced to the orchids then to her again. “With you?”
She licked her lips. “Aurora is swimming already, Hagrid is playing lifeguard, I suppose.”
“Where?”
Hermione blinked, her eyes following a line of sweat tricking over the flat plane of his chest, over his heart.
“Below Hagrid’s hut…”
He made a humming sound in his throat and Hermione could see his eyes grow distant for only a moment.
“Have you been to the little cove further south along the shore? There’s a cool spot, deep, under some willows…”
She had not.
“Can you swim well?” he asked, softly.
She could.
“Then let’s go,” he said with a smile. “Just us…”
The devious curl at the corners of her mouth returned, and Hermione wanted to moan. The sight of him was enough to drive her mad.
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: #40 – Sight. She was astounded by what she saw in the heat of a summer day.
Word Count: 996 words.
Author's Notes: Drabble: a slice of fic in less than 1500 words.
Prompt 40 – Sight
The sunlight coming down through the greenhouse glass made his skin glow a golden brown. Even his hair had golden in the dull brown, something she would have never known had it not been for what she was seeing that very moment.
It was unbearably hot outside, and more so in the greenhouses. She was sweating, the front of her pink tank top turning a darker shade of salmon. She could feel sweat on the back of her neck, where her thick hair was pulled up into a high ponytail. However, as she looked at him, his shirt tied about his waist, dirty with dark soil, just like his ragged denims, she was struck by how sweat trailed down his back, over defined and thick muscles.
She had never known what Neville Longbottom looked like under his usual teaching robes and the clean and neat dress shirts.
As it was summer, the students gone, the dress code was lax. It was also an unusually hot summer that year, and no amount of Cooling Charms could beat the heat. Most of the staff had left for cooler climes or were outside on the grounds where there was at least a cool breeze off the Black Lake. Even Hagrid was wading in the lake while Aurora Sinistra was swimming nearby.
She had come to ask Neville if he wanted to swim as well, finding him in the greenhouse, working to replant a few pots of valerian, a potions ingredient that Horace usually tended to, but could not do so as he had escaped the heat for cooler regions unknown.
She watched his hands, darkened with ingrained soil as he finished with the last pot, sitting it aside on a dusty worktable. He had been humming to himself, occasionally wiping his brow with the back of his hand. His muscular shoulders and arms were tanned as well, and just as toned as his back. She could not help but let her eyes move to the dusty seat of his denims and the tight perfection of his arse.
Where had she been looking for the past three years?
Hermione Granger sighed, leaning into the open door of the greenhouse, considering whether to take in the sight of her old friend or to interrupt her appreciation of his bum to ask him if he wanted to go swimming with her. She had her bikini on under her tank top and short pants.
“Hermione?”
She blinked, her sigh had been too loud and far too wistful.
Neville was turned to her, his deep green eyes catching the rays of sunlight through the murky glass overhead. His chest was just as muscular as the rest of him, a thin trail of dark brown hair running between his pectoral muscles down his abdominal muscles, disappearing into the loose waistband of his denims. Hermione swallowed thickly, her eyes lingering on his slim hips.
“Is something wrong?”
The kindness in his voice was as it always was, and Hermione’s eyes snapped to his handsome face. As a child, Neville was a round faced, tubby boy, but as he grew older, he became something else. He was no squib, he no longer stuttered, he was a powerful wizard, yet kind, thoughtful, and comical at times. Hermione was proud to count him as a good friend.
Although…
It was so shallow of her, she knew, to think of Neville as something more just at the sight of his body. He had always been handsome as an adult; he had the personality and drive that any woman desired in a man.
The sight of his body did make a difference though.
“I…erm…”
She could not speak clearly as Neville wiped his hands on his denims, leaning back into the worktable, grasping the edges with his large, delicate hands.
“Come here, I want to show you something,” he said, smiling deviously
Hermione could only stare. What had happened to her? More importantly, when did Neville Longbottom begin smiling like a cat that ate the canary? She managed to propel herself forward as Neville moved to another table, deeper into the wild greenery. She followed, brushing past large leaves, fragrant flowers until the exit was obscured by pure flora.
“Orchids,” he said, as she came to stand next to him in front of glassed in boxes. “You said once how much you liked them…”
She blinked. She had said that years ago.
Inside the box were several varieties, segregated to prevent cross-pollinization. Impossible violet and reds, it was beautiful, but Hermione could not appreciate them with Neville standing next her, towering over her, the sight of his pulse in his throat distracting her.
Neville glanced to her, smiling, but blinked, as he seemed to notice the intensity of her stare. When his dirty hand brushed a loose strand of hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear, Hermione shivered despite the heat.
She wondered what he saw in her face, his fingertips trailing along her jaw. The spell was broken when her voice sounded, hesitant, nervous, and very unlike her.
“I was… Was wondering if you wanted to take a swim in the loch…”
He glanced to the orchids then to her again. “With you?”
She licked her lips. “Aurora is swimming already, Hagrid is playing lifeguard, I suppose.”
“Where?”
Hermione blinked, her eyes following a line of sweat tricking over the flat plane of his chest, over his heart.
“Below Hagrid’s hut…”
He made a humming sound in his throat and Hermione could see his eyes grow distant for only a moment.
“Have you been to the little cove further south along the shore? There’s a cool spot, deep, under some willows…”
She had not.
“Can you swim well?” he asked, softly.
She could.
“Then let’s go,” he said with a smile. “Just us…”
The devious curl at the corners of her mouth returned, and Hermione wanted to moan. The sight of him was enough to drive her mad.