Things were going unbelievably well - Hermione almost had to pinch herself on a regular basis to ensure she wasn’t just having an astonishingly vivid dream. Fantasy? Certainly a dream-come-true. But then... they had been intimate for quite a while now. Months. This was... just another level of intimacy was it not? Comfortable, casual intimacy. They regularly went out together for dinner or lunch, often unplanned - one would just show up at the other’s work and as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, the other would smile and away they would go. Other times they just spent the night in, sometimes at her home, more often at his. Spending the night, now, seemed an absolute given. Sometimes she was collared, though more often she was not. 