his eyes fell on shoes.... Hermione's shoes... More specifically his eyes were drawn to fact that the shoes were not on her feet. and her feet in her white cotton stockings were wiggling and free and an aromatic scent was permeating from them as they did. He found himself strangely drawn to it, and he found that he could not look away.
He had never really noticed it before, but her feet were beautiful.... intoxicatingly so. He found himself leaning closer... not knowing why, he wanted a closer look, and for that matter... a closer whiff of that mesmerizing smell.
He brought his face near to her scrunching and wiggling soles, and found he couldn't resist. He tried. He fought the urge with all his might
What would Hermione think!!!!!
A battle raged inside his head, but he was drawn to her feet anyway, like metal to a magnet.
And gently, ever so gently.....his nostrils made contact with Hermione's toes, just between the first and second. And he inhaled deeply.
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