"Granger we need some ground rules, seriously" my hands are limp resting on my legs, she barely touches the skin of my hands with her fingertips"Okay" she whispersI nod, "Okay. First rule, you need to be sober. I can't do this if we're both drinking, I shouldn't have done what I did tonight, I let the fire whiskey get the best of me and-"I liked it" she cuts me offI feel blood rise up to my cheeks, "You... you liked it"Yes" she whispers, "I want to feel like that again, I've never. It's never felt like that"Oh" I'm stunned, that was a drunken emotional fumbling, if she liked that what could I do if I really focused... my thoughts wander and she pulls me out of it"I won't drink anymore, for when we, you know, I won't" she's not looking at me but I nod anyway"Okay, also we need a, some sort of way to communicate, if you want me to stop or slow down or don't like something, especially if you can't speak"What about..." she taps me twice on the scar of my dark mark. That would definitely kill any mood I could potentially be in."That works"Can I add one?" she asks quietly"Of course" I breathe"You stay with me, afterwards, I don't care if we shower or sleep or eat or whatever please, just... stay"I can stay"Okay, then I don't care how it happens, or what we do as long as it can feel... like that. It's been so long since I've felt-"Anything"Yeah-"I understand how that is Hermione"She vanishes once I finish saying her name. I realize I've never said her name out loud, especially never to her face.