Hermione was the same as he was; as possessive and controlling as he admitted to be, while she buried it deep inside. "Crooks?" she asked, her voice trembling as she rose to her bare feet. Her toenails were painted a pretty, light pink, making Tom smile at the sight. He often painted her nails himself, holding her feet in his lap while he pressed kisses to her heel, or painted her fingernails and dusted sweet kisses across her knuckles.