Stooping slightly to rest his chin on her shoulder, his cheek smooth and cool against her neck, Tom hummed tunelessly. With her wet back warming against his chest and his heart beating through her spine, spiraling down to the marrow of her bones, Hermione saw the logic in skipping her psychology class. She could stay like this forever, wrapped up in a cocoon of protection, listening to the soothing sound of the rain plonk-plonk-plonking on the concrete around them.