He tightened his grip and her body responded, raw desire pulsing through her veins. She’d known their arguments would be all-consuming, but never imagined them to exceed her expectations like this. Hermione shivered, praying that he would finally give into his lust and take her roughly on the counter, leaving her with purple bruises in the shape of his fingertips, marking her as his. She’d wear them with pride, knowing it was his infatuation that led him to do it.