Thunder and Lightning

When Hermione is close to Sirius for days on end, she feels that danger, that rumble held just below the surface. When he turns his eyes upon her, she holds her breath and waits for the thunder to come. It doesn't, his steady gaze is beautiful and she knows there is something dangerous behind it, but it never makes a sound.

"Fear and beauty, she's thinking, thunder and lightning."

"Hermione imagines his melted body then slipping into her fingerprints, taking away any trace of Hermione and just leaving this thing, this hybrid of Hermione and Sirius, this product of lust."

"Hermione's looking at the floor, pulling the collar of her shirt up, feigning cold, but the only thing underneath her shirt is the evidence of heat. "

"The space between them is delicate and they are leaning on it with their stares, pushing on its seams until it pops and breaks and they are pressed together."