::I don’t own Harry Potter. Just had a random dream one night after watching it. My new muse was on my mind. This happened. ::
::Also written on a phone. Sorry about format::
I watched her as she walked across the court yard of the school.
Her green plaid skirt gently swished against her thighs, showing off her Slytherin house tattoo on her right thigh. It was like it was playing peak a boo with all the men in the yard. Drawing eyes with every step she took. But she didn’t seem to notice. She just kept talking to her friends.
Her light blonde hair shining in the afternoon sun. It was pulled off her face in a pony tail.
I could feel myself grow hard as she brushed passed me. Her black high tops, completely non-compliant with the school rules, crushed leaves as she rushed past. I could smell her, a mix of pumpkin spice and apples.
I stood against the wall and watched as she sat down on the courtyard wall. I watched as she loosened her tie a little bit, she adjusted her green knee socks and as she started to sit back up, her piercing blue eyes caught me staring at her.
She held my gaze for a second. She smirked and said something to one of her housemates.
He turned and looked.