"I think I can give you twenty points." He told her and she beamed at the praise. "Such a good girl Hermione." He bent down kissing her lips as she felt heavy and sated in such a manner that as she sunk further into what was no longer a desk but her bed. At peace and no longer frustrated. She felt his lips touch her temple, whispered praises and smiled sleepily as she faded into less confused shreds of dreams that weren’t remembered at all. 