Remus looked on with that half smile she adored but took his time removing his shoes and belt. Hermione sat up on her knees and reached for the button of his trousers as he worked on the buttons of his shirt. When both were undone, she pushed the shirt off his shoulders, letting her hands wander down the scars of his torso, just like he had done earlier. This man was a work of art, she should have known better that her new scars would make her any less to them.