Impulses (A Smutty Harry One Shot)
A/N: Took an old request and put it with a new request to create this dirty mess. Extra dirty.
Word Count: 3000 (even. wow.)
Harry’s never been very good at controlling his impulses. Like a perpetual kindergartener, he’s always touching something - messing with the zipper on his sweatshirt, picking at the skin under his fingernails, but with growing occurrence, his hands are on her. Touching her hair, holding her hand, stroking the skin of her back. Like small doses of his own personal heroin, he couldn’t get enough. And once he’s had a taste - he wants the whole thing.