“That hurt,” The feel of his voice against her ear sent an unexpected shiver down her spine. Hot lace that trickled up her nerves, more inviting than her heart had ever hoped for. Tom laced his fingers through the hair at the base of her neck, then pulled until her neck arched up towards him. “It’s not nice to shoot the man who just saved your life, Hermione.”
“It’s not nice to kill people, Tom.” She snarled in return.