"Hermione," he said, and the sound of her name in his voice, low and rough, sank deep, deep into her bones, lighting a fire in her marrow that ran ablaze over all her skin. "I want everything." He gripped her hips, tight enough to keep her fast against him. He moved a hand to her hair, burying it in her curls. He pressed his face to her neck, leaning down rather far to manage it. She felt his lips move against her skin when he said, breathless and drowning, "Are you sure about this?"