into a dark corridor, it was Hermione. It was her bushy brown hair, her chocolate eyes, her dewy skin, her breathy moans and softly spoken whispers in his ear as she fell apart at his touch. He felt it in his bones, the trickle of power through his bloodstream as he breathed in her scent, she gave him life, she made his life matter, she made it mean something for the first time that he could remember. He felt alive.  