He placed a lingering kiss on her stomach, his tongue lightly brushing the skin right above the button of her jeans, and she shuddered. Hermione had been cleared for sex almost as soon as she left the hospital, but between her morning sickness and her new scars, coupled with the general insecurity she felt regarding her life beyond education, she was feeling less than aroused. They had both done their best to reassure her that they weren’t bothered by her scars, it’d be hypocritical of them if they were, and she knew it was shallow of her, but she hated them, especially the ones on her face and neck. She hated that the whole world could see what Ronald had done to her, but she remembered the conversation she had all those months ago with Draco, and refused to glamour them.