"A bit. Only one thing I'd change." Hermione lifted her chin, fluttered her lashes, and banished his clothes from the waist up. She settled against his warm, solid body and sighed in bliss. "This is more like it."
The worst part about field work wasn't the danger, or having to be someone else for a day or a week or a month. It was going to bed alone, even in a beautiful flat in a beautiful city.