In the soft morning light, she watched her fingers trail across his chest and pause on the Mark she had bit into his pectoral. It was perfectly healed, she could hardly tell she had drawn blood from the place or that she had sunk her teeth very deep into his skin. And yet there was a definite Mark. She raised her head slightly to look better. Two of her denture marks made out the highs of two arches close to each other. Hermione trailed her finger in their shapes, wondering if it would one day take the quite literal form of a heart on his chest.