"I "ave missed you," Fleur carded her fingers through wild brown hair as she was pressed up to the now closed and locked wooden door," I "ave missed your fire," She dipped down for a hungry kiss," Sometimes, I imagine you are in bed wiz me." Teeth bit down on her pulse point and she let out a breathy moan. "I imagine all of ze dirty zings I want to do to you." Hermione pulled away - her pupils were blown wide as Fleur flipped their positions.