"Falling in love is a dangerous thing."
Tom watches her intently. Hermione looks up from the armchair, hair in a messy bun and a pencil sticking out between the wild brown. Her smile is razor-sharp. He wants to kiss it off.
"And why is that?" She closes the book slowly and puts it away.
He catches her wrist and pulls her close enough to feel her heart beating steadily against his skin. Slowly he leans down and kisses her temple. "Because I never realized one could fall in love with humans the same way one could fall in love with blood."