Hermione turned to face Tom, who was sleeping peacefully, his breaths shallow in the cool Parisian apartment they were "renting" and trailed her nails over the dips in his abdomen thinking back to when he’d slipped into her booth at the regent hotel one evening and been both shocked and impressed that the girl he’d gone to school with, who he’d never given much thought to other than a few schoolboy fantasies, was currently making his life a living hell.