Hermione had to blink twice and give a small squeaking sound before managing to compose herself and sprung back. He was standing under the water looking like a Greek Adonis, every muscle he had was popping under the light and the water was aiding to cast the perfect shadows. The sight of his body after so long sent shivers down her skin and pooled in her core, she tried to suppress how much she wanted him but it was always a difficult task when the memories broke through, the feel of his expert hands on her; in her, made her whole body flush. All she could think of was how much she wanted that again, how much she missed him. 