In reality, it only took a couple of seconds, but to Hermione, the feel of fabric brushing up along her arms felt like an eternity. Static snapped in her curls of hair. Her heart continued to beat, not quite as steadily as a drum, Hermione's face lighting up with embarrassment as she closed her eyes, not quite able to open them for fear of seeing a disappointed expression on Ron's face, perhaps. It had never really mattered to her before, the way that she looked in the nude. Hermione hardly put much effort towards her appearance at all on the best of days. And yet suddenly, it mattered now, it mattered so much that it scared her, extending seconds into minutes, then hours, Hermione shivering as she waited for reassurance that she wasn't sure would come.
Chest still rising and falling, one of Hermione's hands curled nervously over her opposite shoulder, her arm blocking her chest partially from view.
"If I knew we were going to— I would have—" Hermione stammered, words a mere whisper as she bit her lower lip, thoughts going unfinished.
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Date: 2011-07-22 04:15 am (UTC)Chest still rising and falling, one of Hermione's hands curled nervously over her opposite shoulder, her arm blocking her chest partially from view.
"If I knew we were going to— I would have—" Hermione stammered, words a mere whisper as she bit her lower lip, thoughts going unfinished.