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Harry x Hermione
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He wasn't exactly sure when it was, but he vaguely recalled it was a Friday afternoon.
He sighed, leaning against the table as Hermione slammed down a handful of large and very thick books, "Harry, the Potions' essay is due this Monday!" She looked at him with disgruntled eyes, "And you haven't even started yet!" She said with frustration.
"Hermione, you need to take a breather," Harry snickered with some amusement, stopping as soon as Hermione gave him a stern glare, "All right, I'll get started." He muttered, earning an approving nod from the bushy-haired girl as she turned to gather him more books. Ron was off grabbing a few snacks before he caught up to them in the library.
'This is not what I want to be doing on a Friday afternoon.' Harry grumbled under his breath, turning around to glance at Hermione, but widening his bright green eyes when he noticed something out of the ordinary.
'Merlin!' Harry felt his face immediately turn hot at the sight and he couldn't tear his eyes away from Hermione's knickers (revealed to him as the skirt of her uniform was caught on a bookshelf).
Honestly, he would have thought she would be more a plain-white cotton type of girl, but definitely not some rather alluring black lace that was cut to show a part of her curvy and rather attractive bum–
"Harry, what are you looking at?" Hermione raised a brow, turning around as the part of her skirt caught on the shelf fell harmlessly down her leg without her even noticing, "You really should get started."
Harry nodded silently, unable to form any words as he turned around and stared at the blank piece of parchment while his face grew hotter and hotter with every passing second.
He was unable to get the image of Hermione knickers out of his mind for the rest of the evening...