Tom hummed and made his way around the kitchen island to open a bottle of Dom Perignon that his agent had given him just a few days ago. He popped the cork and watched Hermione remove her jacket and lay it over the back of his sofa, her hand trailing over the leather of it. He poured the champagne and made his way towards her. She’d stopped in front of the window that made up the entire wall of his apartment, all of London was visible - well her night sky was lit up, and went on as far as the eye could see.