Tom doesn't know how to deal with the excitement he feels.
With how aroused he gets every time he has Harriet too close. How she awakens something dirty and desperate inside him. He's heard it too much already. Not just in his thoughts, but among the male Slytherin students as well.
"Did you see Potter? Shit. First her tits come in and then her."
"If she had long hair she'd be much prettier. She'd be ideal."
"Even without long hair and a skirt it's all showing. She doesn't even look like a girl anymore."
"Maybe Creevey has a picture of her from underneath. It would go well with me."
"With that slutty body would she say yes to sleeping with me?"
"Fuck how great it would be to have her here."
It also comes from Gryffindor.
"Did you see her? I told you she was worth getting up early for. Her boobs are gigantic."
"She looks like a porn actress sitting on the couch. Waiting for a penis to go in her mouth."
"They jumped up more than any ball. Gotta try to get her to fall down."
On Ravenclaw.
"Intellect went to his chest."
"Must be a spell. It developed too early...but...I want to stick my face in there."
"If I offer to help, maybe I can at least get to touch her."
Even in Hufflepuff.
"She's looking prettier all the time! And sexier!"
"I told her where her Weasley friend was and I could see her in her pajamas. I wanted to get my hands in there."
"I don't know if I want to squeeze her boobs or her ass. Either one will make me happy."
It's amazing what a couple of years managed to do. Harriet develops and turns so fast that her usual tomboy style goes unnoticed. Everyone notices her breasts, her buttocks; they notice her redder, thinner but soft lips; they notice the big green eyes with thick lashes; the now defined jawline accompanying thin cheeks; the contrast between her pale skin and dark hair.
These are features that Tom has also noticed. That he's attracted to. But he keeps thinking that everyone overlooks precisely what he likes: Harriet herself. Her stubbornness, her face, the confident smile, her pride, but control of pride. The vibrant, glowing magic that wraps her in a continuous embrace and protects her from harm. There is so much to admire in Harriet in so many ways.
Carnal.
Spiritual.
Mental.
Harriet is simply spectacular. And Tom has it all. Sometimes the spiritual, sometimes the mental and right now, the physical.
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Sometimes it just matters the body...
They don't talk.
They don't think.
They want to join and that's okay.
Because the only thing said, the only glimmer of reasoning, is to say each other's name.
Adding one thing: "I love you."
Tom smiles slyly, closing one eye and taking the kisses on his face.
"I love you too Harriet."
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