            Hermione pursed her lips but did as asked. When the second pancake was gone from the stove, Lucius set his spatula on the iron trivet and turned to face her. Merlin, he’s even more beautiful in the sunlight. It cast in from the eastern-facing window, turning his pale skin bright, his grey eyes even brighter. Her admiration for his physical presence had her blushing, as well as her belly churning with guilt directed towards the wizard still sleeping in the other room. Hermione bit her lip and cast a glance over her shoulder. Lucius let out a long sigh.