It was early Tuesday evening, and Hermione had her feet propped up in Remus’ lap on the loveseat in the library as she read through the latest Potions Weekly. Neither had brought up the incident with Draco. Meanwhile, Remus could feel the frustration flowing off her in waves, he knew he was pushing her to the limit. He set down the book he was reading and dug is thumbs into the arches of her feet. She let out a content moan in response, he knew it felt good, but also that it wasn’t what she wanted.