Hermione had to bite back a small, smug grin behind her coffee mug as her eyes took in the two men spooning. With a silent and wandless Accio, she snapped her free hand around a small silver point and shoot camera. She needed a still photo of Pucey wrapped like a big spoon around the much larger form of Flint. The smooth taupe-colored top sheet covered Pucey from the waist down, but Flint lay fully bare. Soft light streamed in through the gap between the windowsill and the roman shade, highlighting the dips and crests of his powerful body.