accio-glow:

“I have nothing… nothing to offer you, Granger,” he panted, burying his hot, flushed face in the juncture of her shoulder and her throat. The collar of her blouse had been pulled askew and his lips were moving- dragging- against her bare skin as he spoke; “nothing except… for this. And you… Merlin help me, it hurts to say it, but you are beautiful, Granger. You’re beautiful… and you’re polluted. Your blood… impure. But you’re also smart, and brave, and kind, and… shit, you deserve better than this. But you’re not going to get it from me. Not now, and not ever. I can’t give you more than this. I don’t have it in me. Are you fucking hearing me? Do you understand?”