Doctor Moore was a quiet man of only twenty-nine years. His sandy blonde hair made him look unassuming at first glance, but it was his eyes that told his story. Deep set and dark blue like glittering sapphires that spoke of dark promises. He caused her insides to tighten and her heart to clench when he was near, a reaction that she found she surprisingly didn't entirely dislike. Hermione had caught herself enraptured in his gaze more often than she'd care to admit, herself. But Hermione was a responsible woman. She was here to acquire this era's muggle medical knowledge, not have a relationship or even so much as a fling with a man she couldn't possibly have any kind of future with.