Slipping off a shoe, three birds worked in tandem to fly it into its spot in the wardrobe, followed by the other shoe. Next, she pulled off the cardigan, again handing it off to a little fleet of birds. Her fingers paused on the button of her shirt, eyes on his hand, which was grasping but not moving. He had forgotten about himself as he watched her show. Loving the feeling of her eyes on him, he unbuckled his pants and slipped his hand inside. Hermione’s eyebrows lowered, and her mouth turned down.