He heard giggles. Her giggles. Completely unrestrained, carefree.

Her voice sounded far away and he was running to catch up.

"Okay, okay, I'll try again," Her joy slipped into her words and her next ones were trembly, unsure, but the smile that accompanied them was impossible to mistake.

"Je t'aime avec tout mon coeur."

He reached the common room.

Her head was in Black's lap. Black was smiling at her and she was smiling at him and Tom suddenly felt like a green light erupting from the tip of his wand would make a great addition to the pair.

"Yes, Hermione, now continue," He laughed. She laughed.

"Et tu est… um… l'amour de ma vie?"

He laughed and kissed her forehead.

"Tu est tres mignon."

Her cheeks reddened once she translated his words and, thinking of other parts of her that might redden under different circumstances, almost caused a similar phenomenon to take over Tom's cheeks.

"Et je t'adore. Je voudrais passer le reste de ma vie avec toi, peut-etre par le mariage."

Her eyes roamed his face, trying to grasp what he had said.

"I'm sorry, I didn't…"

Black laughed and kissed her nose. She scrunched her eyes and her pink lips turned up once again.

He decided to make his presence known. He stepped forward, into the light, allowing his shoes to click onto the wooden floor.

Alphard had the decency to look embarrassed. But she, she didn't care. She turned to him and smiled brightly as if she had not just been committing a criminal act against him. She sat up.

"Good morning Tom!"

He nodded at her in response, resisting the urge to hex them both.

"You know, I never believed it when Alphie would tell me how long you took to get ready until today."

She laughed and stood up.

Tom raised an eyebrow and "Alphie" looked to Tom a pleading look in his eyes. She didn't know, after all. She didn't mean to insult their Lord.

She stretched and her shirt rose, allowing a strip of pale, soft skin to show and Tom had to look away.

"I'll wait outside."

And he left the room, hearing more giggling on his way out, the rustling of fabric.

He hated Hermione Granger.