Slipping away, Hermione made her way downstairs to a shadowed empty room overlooking the dark lake. Leaning against the stone wall, she closed her eyes and felt out for Severus" magic with her mind. Slightly caressing the strands, she waited for him to come to her. After so long apart, Hermione still felt the hole in her chest when she can not reach out and touch her brother's warm skin that never seemed to become cold, so the other man in her life she was growing to love would do perfectly. Suddenly, she was enveloped in that same heat she had been fantasizing about, arms wrapped in soft black velvet resting across her ribcage beneath her breasts.