Hermione drove the tip of his wand pressing in the black ink of his forearm. He let escape a hissing sound overwhelmed with the rush of power withdrawn by her. His body shook with pleasure under her commanding force. He pulled her into a devouring kiss as the Room began to vibrate with the muffled sounds of Apparition. Dark figures of smoke materialized, filling the space. She had summoned his army. The number was staggering. He had been busy rebuilding their forces.