After the encounter at breakfast, Temima excused herself from the group and went to find a shower. She went up the stairs and began opening doors. After she had opened the fourth door on the left, she was fuming, needing a release. She shoved the fifth door open and looked in. It certainly wasn't the bathroom but it was enough to catch her eye. She saw a glimpse of something familiar on the dresser across from her: a silver locket. She walked into the room and took a closer look at it.

The locket was circular and tattered with tarnish but she could still see the cursive 'H' etched on the front. She quickly put it down and walked out of the room, feeling a knot build in her throat. She continued to the next door and found the washroom and slammed the door behind her and gripped something around her neck.

"Your grandparents gave me this locket when I was just a little girl. I have always cherished it," Hermione said, holding up the locket to her five-year old daughter's face.

"It's pretty, Mummy. Will you and Daddy ever give me one?" little Temima asked.

"Temima, you have tons of lovely necklaces and jewelry," she said with a laugh.

"But none that are special like this. I want one just like it!"

"All right, darling. I'll talk to Daddy and I'm sure he'll be happy to get it for you," Hermione said, smiling at her daughter.

"Make sure it has a pretty 'T' like this one," Temima said, pointing at the locket.

"I will." And Hermione gave her a kiss on the forehead.

Temima let out a sob and looked at the locket around her neck. She saw that it had no tarnish and that the 'T' was gleaming at her. She almost hated it because of her father but she kept it to remember her mother. She shook her head and walked to the tub.

She began running water and the old pipes squeaked and moaned. She unbuttoned her blouse and slid it off her shoulders. The gentle pull of the fabric against her scar gave her a chill. She then unzipped her jeans and they slid off easily, considering that food before then was scarce. Finally, she unclasped her bra and threw off her panties and stepped into the scolding water. It beat down on her like fire but it had never felt so good.

Temima began shampooing her platinum locks, lathering the provided honeysuckle shampoo into her roots and tips. She began rinsing it and noticed that the curls had gone flat, reminding her of her father.

"Hermione, bring me an elf! I am out of hair gel again!" Draco shouted from the bathroom.

Little toddler Temima walked into the bathroom where her father was dressing. She peaked from behind the edge of the tall counter. She watched her father become more and more frustrated as he combed through his sleek, platinum hair. He finally just threw down the comb and let out a grunt, frightening Temima and causing her to squirm. Draco heard her let out a whimper and looked around and saw a blonde curl sticking up from the side of the counter. He sighed and walked towards her and squatted to face her. "What are you doing, Temima?" he asked.

"I wanted to know why Daddy was so upset," she said softly, not looking at him.

"Daddy can't seem to get anything done today. I just blew up over hair gel," he said, shaking his head at himself.

"Am I the reason why?" Temima asked, pouting her lip and looking up at him with her silver angel eyes.

Draco looked at her face for a while, searching for an answer. He let out a sigh. "Why would it be your fault?" he asked.

"Grandpa is always yelling about me and Mummy," she said, lowering her head.

"What did Grandpa say?"

"He said that Mummy doesn't belong here and I shouldn't be here. He called Mummy a bad word."

Draco sighed again and patted his daughter's head. "Don't listen to him, Temima. He doesn't understand a lot of things. Now go run along and play with your toys," he said, shooing her off.

Temima let out a grunt and shook her head. She hated how much she could remember of him. How he never hugged her or kissed her. Or how he would always brush her off or scrunch his nose at her. He didn't even know who she was at the table and he still gave her that look. It burned her that he never took an interest in her when she was a child. It burned her even more when he became interested as she got older and began harnessing her magical skills. He wanted to mold her into him, a thoughtless, selfish human being. He wanted to control her like Lucius had done to him. For that, she had a deep anger towards him. Never hatred, just pure anger and disgust.

Temima was broken out of her thoughts when she heard the doorknob twist and the door opened quietly. It was shut quickly and she paused. "Temima? Are you all right?" Ezekiel's voice said softly.

"Yes, I'm fine," she lied, continuing washing her hair.

"Can I join you?" he asked meekly.

"Of course."

Not a moment later, the shower curtain opened and Ezekiel stepped in. He immediately ducked his head under the showerhead and let the water run down his face. He closed his eyes as he ran his fingers through his hair and rubbed his hands on his face. "Hot water. Clean hot water," he whispered.

"I know. It's heaven," Temima said, watching him. Her eyes wandered to his chest with all of its chiseled detailing. Then her eyes moved southward, noticing his strong legs and relaxed length. She wanted to change that. She leaned close to his face and he opened his eyes.

"Temima," he breathed.

"Kiss me," she said against him and he obeyed.

Ezekiel took her face in his hands and kissed her hard. The desperation of the kiss was overpowering as their hands traveled along each other's bodies. His lips moved down to her neck, her collarbone, eventually taking her left breast and nipple. She let out a low moan and then he went down further.

He slowly kissed down her stomach and came to her entrance. He planted small kisses along her legs before finally taking her entrance with his mouth. He licked and suckled as she dug her nails into his shoulders, letting out quiet moans and hot pants. "Ezekiel, I'm gonna—" she began but he covered her mouth with his hand.

"Not yet. Grab the rail," he growled.

Temima grabbed a hold of the rain above them and he stood up. He grabbed her legs and wrapped them around his waist. He pushed himself inside of her and she flinched. It had been so long that it hurt her just a little. He began thrusting in and out of her, his lips never leaving hers. Every time he felt a moan coming, he would bite down on her lower lip and she would purr.

When Ezekiel finally released his orgasm, the water began running cold. They stopped but he still remained inside of her, holding her legs while she held onto the rail. He kissed her gently and let her down. Temima looked up at him, still seeing the dark lust in his eyes. "What is it?" he asked.

"Nothing. Um, I just… I don't know," she stopped herself.

"What?" he asked, grabbing her shoulders.

Her eyes filled with tears. "I missed you. I miss that so much. Being able to touch and feel you. I feel like we never get to do that," she said.

"I know. I missed you too. That's why I couldn't hold back. We need to take advantage of moments like this. If we screw up this mission, we could cease to exist. That's why we need to stay like this. Together," he said, lacing his fingers with hers. "Now let's get out of here before someone finds us both in here."

Temima let out a chuckle and turned off the now cold water. They dried off, got dressed, and walked out of the bathroom with two silver eyes following them.