Her whole body shivered for a moment then she let out a contented sigh snuggling back into him. He felt her warmth increase, as if that was all she needed to light a flame inside of her. He wondered too if there were different kinds of veela, though, if she were a harpy, or something else entirely she would still be his. He stroked her head with one hand as she slept and that flame and warmth inside of her licked off in small waves of pure heat that didn’t touch him. Instead it was like the mirage of heat off muggle pavements. Whatever she was- he leaned forwards kissing where her forehead would be- she was his and his alone. That much made him shiver and smile. Loyalty was hard pressed when you were on the losing side of the war, particularly when the dark mark still was embedded into his skin. He was even worse when he was supposed to have killed Dumbledore; but now an incubus as well. He had Hermione Granger, and he loved her. He had her. 