            The goblet returned to the night table with a hollow thud. Her heart raced as she waited for the potion’s effects to sink in. Hermione took a shaky breath, her hands coming instinctually up to rest on Lucius’s shoulders and her eyelids falling closed. She felt the brush of his knees on the outside of her thighs, the heat of his skin seeping through the silk of his shirt. Fingers found her hip, squeezing in reassurance.