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Hermione Triumphant
She sits against black leather,
Old tome in her lap.
Fire crackles, splashing
Splintered shades of gold
Dancing on his face,
And she watches.
Tea on the table between them,
Air heavy with darjeeling
Laced through more
Mysterious brews and the
Scent of unresolved
Longing.
She sits against black leather,
Cup cradled in her hand.
A small smile's shared,
Subtle message from
Dark sardonic eyes,
And she waits.
Clock ticks on the mantle,
Slowly twitches to midnight.
Candles beside it flutter
Their lashes. Chimes ring
Out and speak words
Unspoken.
She sits against black leather,
Silver teaspoon at her lips.
His hand removes it, puts
Gentle fingers in its place,
Touch cautious but firm,
And she waits.
Night's hushed in the dungeons,
Soft sounds of stillness and
Murmurings of sheets:
A wizard sleeps in the warmth
Of his triumphant
Lover.