"I can see that," Hermione commented quietly, unbuttoning his shirt with slow, deliberate movements and sliding it off his shoulders, hands light and warm on his skin, lingering more than was necessary. Pressed her lips to his chest and made a little sound of contentment, breath puffing hot over his heart. He wrapped his arms around her, rested his chin atop her head, her fingers pressing firmly into his back, clinging to him.