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'she leaned in to smell the potion, 'I smell.. vanilla and freshly polished wood and.. green apples.' She sat back up and went to pick up her quill to write this down, but as she went to, her hand brushed against dracos. His skin was soft. It reminded her of silk sliding across her skin. She looked at him, he was already looking at her. Their eyes locked. Dracos dark, cold, deathly grey eyes starred deep into hermiones warm, hopeful, melted chocolate looking eyes. Her eyes were innocent, draco thought. Hermione felt a shiver go down her spine, then broke the eye contact and looked at her hand that was still touching dracos. She quickly moved it away and picked up her quill, she didn't dare look at draco. She had something on her mind, other than what she saw in dracos eyes, and their 'moment', she had something buzzing around in her head... green apples... who likes green apples..?'
Please enjoy this, this is going to be more intimate than my other story, hopefully you'll enjoy this. I want this one to do well. I don't want to rush this. I feel like that's a big problem of mine.. I make everything happen so quickly, I don't let the readers have time to comprehend what happened and emotionally connected with the story. But yeah, I hope you enjoy and vote and recommend and stuff, would really mean a lot :))