I guide her back until she’s against the cold railing of her balcony.

“What’s happening? What are you doing?” she asks, still laughing a little because she thinks I’m just being romantic.

Maybe I am. But I’m also killing two birds with one stone.

First, I’m finally gonna do what I should have done months ago: and that's fucking my woman.

Second, I’m going to show that bastard that Hermione doesn’t belong to him anymore.

I run my fingers through her hair with a ...