Tom caressed her cheek with a ghost-white finger as he surveyed her. He hesitated only a moment before kissing her, ultimately unbothered by the development. Before friend and foe alike, he claimed her viciously. It wasn’t the sweet, romantic moment of two lovers reunited, but a volatile, explosive reunion of two people who would have destroyed anything in the way of their path back to each other. Twining his tongue against hers, Tom devoured her frantically, pouring half a century of anxiety into the kiss. Hermione smiled against his thin lips, unfamiliar beneath his façade, and pulled back so she could whisper, "Drop your glamour."