            "Sweet Circe, you found it." Lucius muttered, and Hermione flushed with pleasure as he reached down to trail his fingers over the lines. Every single one ended in a nearly perfect semi-circle around Cap Blanc-Nez. "You brilliant, breathtaking witch," he told her, bending over to press a kiss into her hair. Hermione’s guilt and desire churned when she realized she wanted more from his chaste kiss. "How did the aurors not map this out already?"