Post orgasm bliss was washing over them, but Hermione could still feel the magic on his body, a glamour. “Will you show me?” She asked quietly. “Show you what ?” “Your scars… I can feel the glamour and I know about the sectumsempra… Harry told me back in 6th year.”

Her right hand was tracing soothing circles on his skin. She was trying to keep her tone even. “They…” his voice broke, “they don’t look good.” He concluded. “Maybe, but they are a proof that you survived. Just like mine.” She raised her left arm.

The word had faded a little but she would always have ‘Mudblood’ branding her. “One day, Granger, but I’m not ready yet.” “Ok, when you are, I’ll be there.”