Toes by Catriona Rhiannon Rating: PG13 Genres: Romance, Humor Relationships: Harry & Hermione Book: Harry & Hermione, Books 1 - 4 Published: 25/02/2003 Last Updated: 25/02/2003 Status: Completed Harry loves her toes... 1. 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.�