Chapter 6
Hermione Granger stared at the woman in front of her. Had those eyes always been so green? The hair always so dark, the lips always so tempting with precarious promises? Yes, a small voice whispered at the back of her mind that seemed to be trapped in a sudden haze ever since she had laid eyes on the other woman today, yes, but not like this.
Hermione was barely listening to the woman talk. She knew she should be paying attention, really, but all she could pay attention to where those sharp angles and soft curves more or less hidden under flowing robes, the clearly defined edge of a jaw she just wanted to smooth over with kisses, below it the faintly beating pulse on a neck and even lower, the gentle rise and fall of a chest... that chest...
She had to tear her eyes away eventually, dimly aware that this was still a class and she was raising her wand to perform a spell as instructed, something about the eyes... look at me again, Hermione thought desperately, for she could not bear not to see those eyes, suddenly could hardly stand sitting so far apart, never touching, not even once feeling skin on skin, when a single desire now burned through Hermione's mind like a wildfire.
To collide and conquer.
Next to her, Harry and Ron watched their friend's eyes glaze over, understanding beginning to dawn on their horizons.