Hermione rises to her knees, reaching out to him. As he watches her with dark, heavy lidded eyes she pulls off his robes and then his knit jumper. She slowly unbuttons his shirt, revealing his pale chest. His skin is as smooth as marble, carved like a Grecian hero. But underneath the skin he is pink and warm and alive. She holds her palm over his chest, feeling his heartbeat. His hand covers hers, and they hold each other’s gaze for a long moment. 