Hermione let her mind wander and immediately thought of a tall werewolf with moss green eyes, and beautiful scars that lined his face. She remembered the end of her third year, and the kiss he placed on her cheek, how her body lit up when he whispered in her ear as he said goodbye, and the heat she felt from his body when their thighs pressed up against each other at the tournament. Lastly, she reminisced on all the times she caught him watching her during the few weeks she spent at Grimmauld Place, how each and every time it made her heart race, and how she almost couldn’t stop herself from letting out a small gasp when he accidentally brushed against her trying to maneuver around the kitchen.  