Sunlight peeked in from the slightest opening of the already bright curtains. A gentle stir made contact with the beddings and a groan of exhaustion echoed faintly in the silent room.
Her eyes fluttered open, feeling the strong and firm flesh under her hands, Hermione tried to think what had happened but got an immediate headache.
Weakness shot through the joints of her bones and she felt limbless to move.
With the aid of her hand, she propped her head upwards to have a glimpse of what she was spiraling upon.
Her lost energy returned as her eyes flew wide, getting rid of any bit of drowsiness in them when she saw herself in Servyn's arms.
What was more surprising was that her arms were wrapped around his neck willingly, and his upper body was bare.
Not to talk of her unworn dress which hooked at her waist level.
