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Practically Perfect - R/Hr - PG-13
Title: Practically Perfect
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 300
A/N(optional): thank you,emmacmf, for laughing and enjoying my choice of Muggle object.
All Hermione's fault.
Did I ask her to mention my pants?
Yes, if she hadn't packed them I would have been pantsless for the last few months.
If she hadn't packed everything, we'd have been doomed; stranded in Tottenham Court Road without so much as an invisibility cloak.
But she mentioned my underwear, and I'm not saying I never thought of her underwear before that, but I suddenly became aware that her underwear was in that little, beaded bag, along with mine.
Not that I was imagining our underwear rubbing together, in there, or anything like that, because that would have been wrong, and there was also a small lending library - and possibly a rowing boat - in there.
But I did become more aware of her underwear, and I did peek, when she was changing, and that's when I saw it.
I know what it is, I'm not stupid, or old fashioned, or anything, and I know what Muggles wear.
It was a bra.
In the flesh.
On the flesh.
Merlin.
From something that me and Neville had begged Seamus to describe, to something hooked together between Hermione's shoulder blades as she turned her back on me and Harry and swiftly changed her shirt.
And you can't blame me if hooked together made me contemplate unhooking.
Made me imagine reaching around her, her face tipped up to mine as my hands smoothed across her back and unhooked, freeing her breasts to spill out, against my chest.
But imagination was no match for practising, was it, and I couldn't practise on Hermione, and I can only imagine Harry's reaction, if I borrowed one and asked him to wear it for me.
I didn't have to imagine Hermione's reaction when she caught me trying to seduce a chair.
All Hermione's fault.
Title: Practically Perfect
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 300
A/N(optional): thank you,
emmacmf, for laughing and enjoying my choice of Muggle object.All Hermione's fault.
Did I ask her to mention my pants?
Yes, if she hadn't packed them I would have been pantsless for the last few months.
If she hadn't packed everything, we'd have been doomed; stranded in Tottenham Court Road without so much as an invisibility cloak.
But she mentioned my underwear, and I'm not saying I never thought of her underwear before that, but I suddenly became aware that her underwear was in that little, beaded bag, along with mine.
Not that I was imagining our underwear rubbing together, in there, or anything like that, because that would have been wrong, and there was also a small lending library - and possibly a rowing boat - in there.
But I did become more aware of her underwear, and I did peek, when she was changing, and that's when I saw it.
I know what it is, I'm not stupid, or old fashioned, or anything, and I know what Muggles wear.
It was a bra.
In the flesh.
On the flesh.
Merlin.
From something that me and Neville had begged Seamus to describe, to something hooked together between Hermione's shoulder blades as she turned her back on me and Harry and swiftly changed her shirt.
And you can't blame me if hooked together made me contemplate unhooking.
Made me imagine reaching around her, her face tipped up to mine as my hands smoothed across her back and unhooked, freeing her breasts to spill out, against my chest.
But imagination was no match for practising, was it, and I couldn't practise on Hermione, and I can only imagine Harry's reaction, if I borrowed one and asked him to wear it for me.
I didn't have to imagine Hermione's reaction when she caught me trying to seduce a chair.
All Hermione's fault.