He chuckled and then obediently licked and kissed his way from one breast to the other – not paying attention to her scars but not avoiding them either – and Hermione drank the sight of him in. Hair falling over his face, grey eyes sparking up at her through the white-blonde strands, a smug grin crossing his face as she arched up and mewled and whimpered uncontrollably, hushed, desperate sounds.