Harry Potter - Skin Hunger
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100wordsTitle: Skin Hunger
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: G
Notes: Skin hunger, a need for physical human contact.
The Cassiopeia of freckles beneath her jaw. The sweep of her clavicle under his old Quidditch jersey. The curve of her hip, the arch of her foot. Each time he saw her, he saw another dozen places he ached to touch.
Draco settled into the corner of the sofa by her feet. He brushed his thumb around her exposed ankle, restricting himself to that. It didn't satisfy him, not near enough, but it helped.
Hermione smiled without looking away from her book. She pulled her loose skirt to her knees and stretched her bare legs across his lap. An invitation.
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: G
Notes: Skin hunger, a need for physical human contact.
The Cassiopeia of freckles beneath her jaw. The sweep of her clavicle under his old Quidditch jersey. The curve of her hip, the arch of her foot. Each time he saw her, he saw another dozen places he ached to touch.
Draco settled into the corner of the sofa by her feet. He brushed his thumb around her exposed ankle, restricting himself to that. It didn't satisfy him, not near enough, but it helped.
Hermione smiled without looking away from her book. She pulled her loose skirt to her knees and stretched her bare legs across his lap. An invitation.
