"Then show me," Tom pulls away to study her face, his fingers pressing into her temples. She watches as the reflection changes in his dark eyes. She looks past him, sees herself in the pane of the window. She looks down at her hands,  her  hands. She runs her hand through her hair, her tongue darts out to lick her lips. His eyes linger on her forearm, before returning to meet her own. "I see you. I see you and you are perfect in every way. Hermione, I..."