Like that first time, the tub was filled with bubbles that came up to her chest, the tops of her breasts more visible with each breath drawn. She had levitated Narcissa’s copy of Jane Eyre in front of her, safe from the water below, while the hand not holding her wand lazily carded through Draco’s hair. Draco in turn was fast asleep, turned on his side, both arms wrapped around Hermione’s bare torso while he rested his head in the crook of her neck just above the water. Remus breathed in the sight, letting it and the water’s lavender scent soothe his temper from his hellish day at the office.