            Footsteps drew closer. He stood there, in her peripheral. Too close. Much too close. Her fingers twitched for her wand, but it was on the nightstand. "You desired me, just as I desired you, my dear. We need not pretend it didn’t happen. And even after the...event at the Ministry, you didn’t deny those feelings. Not to yourself." Cool fingers brushed her cheek. Hermione flinched, pulling away, but the hand only came closer, catching her chin. She expected him to force her to meet his eyes, but instead he just held her, arching her neck, exposing her thundering vein.