Toes

Toes

�I love your toes.�

Hermione blinked. And blinked again. �I beg your pardon?�

Harry smiled mischievously. �You heard me Granger. I said that I loved your toes.� He then continued to stare at said body part.

She rolled her eyes and pulled her legs beneath her body.

�Hey!� He exclaimed, pouting miserably. �I was admiring those!�

�Sweetheart,� she said, looking at him straight in the eye, �Much as I�d love to display my onkeybats for you to admire and to fantasize about covering in chocolate sauce or sticking in pumpkin mush��

His eyes brightened. �There�s an idea!�

��I can�t concentrate, much less finish grading these papers, unless you stop, all right?�

He sighed and crawled up the bed to a place behind her. To her surprise, he started prying her feet from underneath her.

She gasped and tried to look stern although a giggle escaped her. �Harry, what on earth has gotten into you? What�s with the sudden interest in my toes?�

�It�s not sudden!� He made her stretch out her slim legs and he rubbed her ankles thoughtfully. �I�ve always loved your toes. They�re so formed and well proportioned and cute��

She threw her head back in laughter, her neck resting on the slope of his shoulder. �I can�t believe you�re talking about my toes!�

�I think they�re very attractive toes��

He wrapped his arms around her waist and she snuggled into him, her hands resting on top of his.

�� whereas your fingers are short and stumpy and not very charming.�

Abruptly, she turned to look at him and saw him shaking in repressed laughter.

�Oh, you are so sleeping on the couch tonight.� She tried to wriggle out of his embrace. Laughing, he held her even tighter and refused to let her budge.

�I�m just kidding honey!� He took her hand in his and lifted it to his mouth and kissed it tenderly. She melted and relaxed against him again.

�You know I love your fingers as well. Your delicate, gentle, albeit naughty fingers, but your fingers just the same.�

�You�re one to talk about naughty fingers Potter.�

�Moi?� He managed to say with utmost innocence on his face. �Naughty? Perish the mere thought!�

She sighed complacently. �I love you Harry. You and your odd observation habits.�

�And I love you Hermione.� He started placing feathery kisses on the nape of her neck and rubbing her stomach. Her breath caught in her throat and she closed her eyes.

�Well then,� she stammered, �It doesn�t seem like I�ll be getting much work done tonight.�

He mumbled a �Dun� think so� against her skin. She shivered.

�Probably could just put it off �til tomorrow.�

�Best you do.�

�I guess I could just tell my students that I�ll give them back their papers on Thursday.�

�You do that.�

She nodded. �That�s settled.� She turned around abruptly, ready to snog him like a hormone-driven schoolgirl, to find that Harry was already standing beside the bed, shoving his feet into his slippers.

�Where are you going?� She was slightly annoyed that he stopped so suddenly.

�I�m Apparating to the market,� he said, in a You-Should-Know-Why tone.

She raised her eyebrows. �And why will you be Apparating to the market?�

He rolled his eyes at her. �To get the pumpkins for the pumpkin mush you�re going to put your toes in.�

She stared at him open-mouthed. �You�re not serious about that Harry!�

�Would you have preferred the chocolate sauce?�

�Harry!�

He nodded sagely. �You�re right. I should get both.�

�Harry, you are insane!�

�Pumpkin mush and chocolate sauce wouldn�t mix though.�

She burst out giggling. �Would you stop?�

�I�ll make pumpkin mush for one foot and chocolate sauce for the other! How does that sound?�

She shook her head, amused. �You�re just going to dunk my toes into pumpkin mush and chocolate sauce and stare at the big mess you�ve created?�

He looked horrified. �Of course not Hermione!� A sudden, impish smile appeared on his handsome face.

�I always clean up my messes.�