Hermione finally looked up at his face. Gods he smelled good, and he was beautiful. Did she mention how good he smelled? How was any of this fucking fair? Appraising his body, she noticed he had a small scar peaking out from the collar of his shirt and she instinctively reached out to run her finger along the exposed line. He grabbed her hand placing it on his sternum, and she felt his heart fluttering under her fingertips.