original by burdge-bug“Oi, Potter!”
Harry let out a shaky breath that she hadn’t known she had been holding. The sultry voice that had interrupted her thoughts caused a shiver of pleasure to shoot up and down her spine. For some reason, her mind went all fuzzy and a searing longing replaced all intelligent thought in her head.
Harry turned around slowly, her body numb with a strange sense of anticipation.
When she saw the owner of the voice, her jaw went slack. At the back of her mind, a strong barrier that had long been shut tight collapsed with a crash. A thousand feelings she had never experienced before rushed over its broken threshold and Harry’s heart began to pound a million miles a minute.
Standing not ten feet away, leaning on the handle of a polished Nimbus Two Thousand, was the most beautiful woman Harry had ever seen. She wasn’t really a flawless epitome of beauty like Madame Dupont… but she radiated a certain air of fluid grace and appealing confidence that screamed out, ‘I’m bloody gorgeous and don’t you forget it!’
Her long cherry red hair was whipping ethereally around her freckled face and shoulders in a wind that Harry could barely register. A delicate hand was resting on her shapely hourglass hips; hips that were thrust outward in a way that made her flat stomach muscles casually flex and stretch. She was wearing a tiny Harpies’ training jersey that just barely covered her pert breasts while the creamy skin of her legs was almost entirely exposed by a pair of mind-numbingly short, skin-hugging, exercise cutoffs. The woman’s full pink lips were stretched in a knowing smirk and her light red eyebrows were raised in questioning amusement. Her kind face was so familiar. Harry had seen it somewhere before… but she couldn’t place where.
And her eyes… oh Gods… her eyes.
They were the most brilliant shade of amber brown, flecked with streaks of gold that were shining brightly from the light of the magnificent sunset.
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