Gasping lowly as not to draw attention while heat flooded both their bodies, Hermione slid her arm around Tom's neck as if to keep him from moving away, drawing him up to hover just above her lips. "Severus knows that you are aware of our relationship," she purred, and Tom desperately wanted to capture the dark maroon lips just within reach, "You will love him for me, won't you my brother?" she asked, her sweet breath flooding Tom's senses, knowing she could never gift him with a better present than the one she was now.