His hands were working the ties on the back of her gown, fumbling from the shaking of his fingers. Hermione aided him, tapping it with her wand to bare herself to him. The library was a little cold but she didn’t shiver—the heat in Martin’s gaze was enough to warm her. Suspended in disbelief and want, he stared at her in total silence for a long moment, his hands gently trailing over her skin, admiring her thoroughly.