It'd all been sort of spur of the moment, hadn't it? While the newness of snogging Hermione still hadn't completely worn off, not even after months and months, he never had to really think about it much anymore. It'd become somehow both normal and brilliant at the same time and he didn't think he'd ever get sick of it. Her mouth was warm and soft and familiar, and his hand was at her jawline, pad of his thumb moving slightly against the skin there.
In the midst of all of it, he didn't realize that he'd never put on a new shirt until Hermione'd put her hands on his chest. His breath caught for a second in his throat-- mostly because it was both new and amazing at the same time-- and while he could have gone on kissing her, he reckoned it was probably best if he went to find a t-shirt or something.
Not that this wasn't bloody-well fantastic, and that he hadn't thought about all this before-- he had, almost daily, but it wasn't as if he could have told Hermione that-- but she'd never exactly said that she wanted to go beyond snogging at all. Sirius had told him that she'd let him know when it was time for all that, and it hadn't exactly been in Twelve Fail-Safe Ways to Charm Witches, so he'd figured it'd probably be best to wait on it.
It took a bit of effort on his part-- more than a bit, actually-- to pull away for a second.
"Maybe... I should go find a t-shirt?" he asked her, a huff of a pleased laugh punctuating the question. He looked down at her hand on his side for a moment, and when he looked back up at her, it was in a way that suggested that he'd be alright with it if she just asked him to stay there instead.
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Date: 2011-07-18 04:10 am (UTC)In the midst of all of it, he didn't realize that he'd never put on a new shirt until Hermione'd put her hands on his chest. His breath caught for a second in his throat-- mostly because it was both new and amazing at the same time-- and while he could have gone on kissing her, he reckoned it was probably best if he went to find a t-shirt or something.
Not that this wasn't bloody-well fantastic, and that he hadn't thought about all this before-- he had, almost daily, but it wasn't as if he could have told Hermione that-- but she'd never exactly said that she wanted to go beyond snogging at all. Sirius had told him that she'd let him know when it was time for all that, and it hadn't exactly been in Twelve Fail-Safe Ways to Charm Witches, so he'd figured it'd probably be best to wait on it.
It took a bit of effort on his part-- more than a bit, actually-- to pull away for a second.
"Maybe... I should go find a t-shirt?" he asked her, a huff of a pleased laugh punctuating the question. He looked down at her hand on his side for a moment, and when he looked back up at her, it was in a way that suggested that he'd be alright with it if she just asked him to stay there instead.