He kissed above her navel, each curve of her waist, across her pelvis and down the inside of each thigh. She trembled beneath him and her breath stuttered. He raised up to look at her for just a moment. Hermione hid her face in her hands under his gaze, still tearful. But she was so beautiful, soft, and brilliant - and his. His witch. Oh, Merlin, to make up for lost time with her, what he would give. 