The fire crackled merrily in the fireplace, the bed was a mess of fine silk sheets, their breathing was trying to regain some sort of normal pattern, and they lay there against each other.
Hermione could feel his heart beating against her skin through his own, it was a ridiulously romantic situation but she tried not to look at it that way, that could only lead to trouble. His mouth sought her neck and she gently brushed her fingertips through his hair with one hand, her other arm almost cradling his head. She smiled at his kisses and brushed her own lips on his forehead. She wasn't going to break this silence he wasn't going to.