Hermione walked over to him, stopping just inches away – so,  so,  close – and he got distracted, his nose flaring as he caught her scent. His mouth watered; he wanted to lick her skin, to taste her on his tongue,  Merlin, he wanted to bury his head in her neck, her hair, her  thighs. If he could only taste one thing for the rest of his life, it would be Hermione Granger.