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Hermione didn’t like the way Ginny was staring at Harry.
She hadn’t liked it when they first arrived at the Burrow, bone tired and ready for a vacation after the dangerous battled they had, and she certainly hadn’t liked it a week after when she found her redheaded friend staring dreamily as Harry played against her Quidditch in the scorching sun, shirt tight around his frame.
She had briefly and lightly spoken with Ginny about it, only to have the younger witch deny everything and ignore her; it had taken only a few minutes for the bushy haired woman to catch her friend once more, now speaking to Harry and leaning way too close for Hermione’s comfort. She could see her boyfriend’s face, uncomfortable and exasperated as he cut off the conversation and left the redhead alone.
Perhaps it was over, she had wondered naively, only to be sitting here now and fuming silently as Ginny kept intruding in her and Harry’s conversation uninvited and attempting to cut her off every time. Hermione was not a jealous person…until this very moment.
She scoffed quietly as Ginny kept going on and on about Quidditch, throwing some not so subtle hint about how she knew more than the bushy haired witch, how she got Harry’s jokes about the chasers, and how they supported the same team. Hermione grumbled to herself, pleased at the hint of irritation in her boyfriend’s voice as he addressed the redhead.
“Ginny,” He sighed. “I thought Molly needed your help.”
“Oh,” The other witch answered, smiling flirtatiously. “Mum can do it on her own.”
“You could help her and get things done faster,” Hermione interjected, leaning even more on the black haired man’s chest as she sent a small glare at her friend. “We tried, and she told us no. It might be better if you go.”
Ginny waved a hand dismissively, only looking at her for a second before she tried to engage Harry in another conversation; the bushy haired witch scoffed again, turning her head up and smirking—when had she gotten so petty?—as she saw the man’s jaw tighten in irritation.
Thankfully, they had apparently manifested Molly’s intrusion, because her voice reverberated through the house as she shouted to Ginny.
The redhead witch huffed, looking reluctant to leave them alone, but a second shout was enough to make her stand up as she addressed them while walking towards the entrance. “I’ll be right back, and we can continue this.”
“Merlin, I thought she’d never leave,” Harry sighed, shaking his head and burrowing on the sofa as he pulled her closer. “I wanted to snog you silly right here.”
“You can still do that,” She answered, but her teasing voice fell flat as her frown deepened. “I’d like that a lot, actually. Maybe that will make her take a hint.”
“Are you jealous?” He asked, smug grin as he leaned down to kiss her once before speaking again. “You know you don’t have to be. I was seconds away from throwing her out myself, you look especially delicious today.”
“I’ve been sitting here all morning,” Hermione huffed playfully. “How is that attractive?”
The black haired man chuckled gruffly, kissing her softly; she lost herself on his lips until he pulled back slightly, just enough to separate their mouths by millimeters. Her eyes moved up, finding him as she internally swooned over the way his eyes seemed to darken by the second.
“You’re always attractive to me,” Harry murmured. “I can prove it.”
“Can you?” She whispered, a thrill running down her spine as his hand moved to wrap around hers; their gazes didn’t stray from each other as he moved them down slowly until she could feel a familiar bulge on his pants. The witch chuckled, squeezing it softly as she spoke.
“You got this from just sitting with me all morning?” She wondered, raising her eyebrows teasingly.
“I’m pressed up against you and we haven’t gotten a moment alone since we got here,” He grumbled, voice growing rougher, knowing how it made her weak in the knees. “I very much would like to have my wicked way with you.”
Hermione snorted softly, licking her lips as her head turned in every direction; there was nobody in sight, and the window curtains were pulled to keep the scorching midday sun out of the cool atmosphere of the house, so she let out a breath and turned back to the wizard, smirking.
“I could help you with this,” She whispered mischievously.
“Really?” Harry murmured, shuffling in place slightly to turn his body more towards her. Her hand stayed where it was, gripping him through the fabric of his jeans to not lose her hold. “Out here, right now?”
“You know this does it for me,” Hermione bit her lip as her hand squeezed around the tent on his jeans, reveling on the way his breathing picked up slightly and his eyes narrowed. “I’d use my hand at the moment, until we can have some proper alone time.”
“You could use your hair and I’m pretty sure I’d come from that,” He stated seriously, grinning when the witch laugh loudly and shortly, kissing him quickly before leaning back as he spoke. “You want to, then?”
“Of course,” Hermione whispered, leaning up slightly to kiss his jaw. “I can think of nothing else better to pass the time.”
She concentrated on his face, kissing his mouth quickly as her other hand traveled to join the one on his crotch; her fingers worked rapidly and easily, unbuckling his belt as she had done countless times before, and dragging the zipper down slowly as her lips moved south, kissing his jaw.
The bushy haired witch huffed playfully, tugging on his jeans two times before her boyfriend got the hint and lifted his hips for a second. He sat down again, his pants now trapped hallway down his thighs as she grabbed the edge of his briefs and tugged. His cock bounced up, hard and looking so ready and delicious that she was sure her eyes blacked out for a second; it was heated to the touch, her cold fingers making the wizard tremble slightly as she bit into his neck.
Her hand closed it softly, sliding up and resting on his head as her thumb passed over it, caressing the skin. She shuffled closely, now leaning fully into him as she captured his lips fervently, committing to memory the moans and groans that were rapidly becoming her favorite sound in the world. Her fingers caressed his heated skin, aware of the lack of slickness that would make this so much more enjoyable—
Hermione leaned back and away from him, turning to look to their surroundings again and her ears sharpened; she could hear Molly and Ginny outside, arguing about something, safely away from the Burrow. The house was deserted, only Ron would be a problem but he had apparated away to Diagon Alley on a last minute errand.
“Hermione?”
The bushy haired witch turned to him, lustful grin on her as she deposited a kiss on the edge of his lips before she leaned down swiftly; her boyfriend only had a second to let out a confused sound before she was fully bent, mouth already swallowing his head. She breathed through her nose, eyes crinkling in a smile as the wizard groaned and huffed, one of his hands threading through her hair; with another anticipated breath, she sank down and enveloped him on her mouth in one quick movement.
Harry startled, moaning with that rough voice of his that made the inside of her belly burn, and her eyes watered for a moment as she choked slightly from the pace of her action. She stayed there for a few seconds, breathing through her nose before she leaned back completely and looked at him. His eyebrows were furrowed and his eyes held a mixture of confusion and pleasure as she chuckled hoarsely.
“I needed something to help me along,” Hermione whispered, her fingers encasing his cock and sliding up and down slowly, the movement now slightly easier with her spit shining on his heated skin. “Shame I couldn’t stay there for long, though.”
The wizard chuckled gruffly. “If us leaving wouldn’t make Molly or Ginny search for us I’d definitely tell you that we should test the bedframe right now…Though, there’s no reason why we shouldn’t test it tonight.”
“Hmmm,” She slid her hand in a consistent rhythm, leaning back into him to capture his lips softly before answering. “Weren’t you the one who said it’d be weird to have sex when anybody could walk in on us? Molly does have overriding charms on the doors, you know.”
Harry shrugged slightly, his legs opening more as her fingers started to work faster. One of his hands traveled to caress her cheek, moving to the back of her neck and pulling her towards a heated kiss; he groaned into her mouth as she upped her pace, hand tightened slightly around his cock, and, bit her lip softly as they separated.
“Maybe Ginny will take a hint if she walks in on us, right?” He smirked, smug, chuckling at the exasperated look that Hermione adopted on her eyes. “I can’t blame you, she was being very intrusive.”
“I almost wish she’d catch us like this,” Hermione answered, closing her eyes as she leaned forward to rest her forehead against his shoulder. “But I don’t want her to hear what I do…not when you sound so beautiful for me.”
The wizard groaned low, breathing quickening as she sped up her hand’s pace; the bushy haired witch reveled on the breathless moans that were coming out of his throat, and the way his hand tightened on the back of her neck. She smiled into the fabric of his light jacket as she committed to memory—for perhaps the thousandth time—the way he whispered incoherent words into her ear.
“Harry! Hermione! I’m back!”
The witch leaned back, frowning deeply as her hand stopped pleasuring her boyfriend; loud footsteps resonated through the living room, getting closer and closer as she shifted back into her previous position and traded a disappointed, exasperated look with her boyfriend.
Harry had no time to right his clothes, not when Ron was just beyond the corner; the wizard moved his arm around her shoulders again, tugging the duvet that was sprawled on the back on the sofa, and dropping in on their laps to cover himself, bunched up to hid the way his cock sprung up just as their best friend appeared on the entrance to the small living room.
“Hey you two, what’re you doing?” He asked, walking over to sit on the floor and lean on the chair opposite the sofa.
“Playing something,” Harry stated nonchalantly, but his arm tightened around her shoulder and Hermione knew he was also irritated that their game was interrupted. “I thought you’d take more time in Diagon, mate, you were gone for only twenty minutes.”
“The shop didn’t have what Mum wanted right now, I’ll have to go back the day after tomorrow,” Ron shrugged, one of his hands ruffling through the inner pocket of his jacket to procure a deck of cards. “Wanna play some rounds? I’ve been bored out of my mind these last few days.”
“Maybe if you helped your mother with the renovations you wouldn’t be bored,” Hermione said, a hint of annoyance on her voice.
“She doesn’t want help,” The redhead shrugged, pulling the cards out of the small box. “Besides, she has Ginny with her, doesn’t she?”
As if she was being summoned, a round of fast footsteps echoed through the house as the witch in question returned; she rounded the corner in the next few seconds, panting slightly.
“Hey,” She said, frowning a bit at her brother. “You’re back so soon.”
“They were out of the thing,” Ron shrugged, waving her closer. “Get in here, we’re about to play Exploding Snap.”
“He is about to play, we didn’t agree to anything.” Hermione stated, huffing softly and burrowing into her wizard’s arms. One of her hands, slickened with her own spit and still feeling warm, slithered longingly to his cock one more, lazily grabbing it.
Ginny scoffed softly, trying to be playful as she walked over to sit on the floor next to her brother, scooted far away from him that she could look at all three of her companions. “Come on, Harry loves Exploding Snap. If you don’t want to play, fine, but don’t control him, Hermione.”
The bushy haired woman bristled slightly as she felt her mouth drop slightly from the answer and tone given; her shoulders tensed, mouth pinched as she regarded her friend through narrowed eyes, but Ginny didn’t pay attention to her, her eyes straying to where Harry was sitting.
He must’ve felt her annoyance and bafflement, because his arm tightened around her as his hand rubbed her comfortingly; with a low voice, still a little rough from the groans he had made just moments before, he spoke. “I don’t feel like playing. I’m happy to just stay here like this, I’m very comfortable.”
Hermione snorted softly, giving him an amused look as her hand slid down and then up slowly; Harry grinned down at her, kissing her quickly as he shuffled in place to get more comfortable. The witch smiled, resting her head on his chest as her hand left his cock, getting cozy with the wizard as her eyes unwillingly met the one form the redheaded witch.
Ginny’s gaze was narrowed slightly, and her jaw was tense as she stared at them; the bushy haired witch felt a sliver of shame run through her spine at the way her thoughts wandered into petty ground, enjoying the way it was her on Harry’s arms, how she was his girlfriend.
“You’ve been sitting there all morning,” The redheaded witch stated, her voice feeling somewhat disrespectful as she continued to address the black haired man. “That cannot be comfortable, at all.”
“Not for you but it certainly is for me,” Harry answered easily. “I’d rather be here with Hermione than have a bunch of magical cards exploding on my face.”
Right as the wizard finished speaking, a thundering sound reverted the attention of the three of them towards Ron; he had a mildly surprised look on his face, his left eyebrow singed and a tint of black on his cheeks resulting from the smoke of the exploding card.
The redheaded wizard shrugged, and turned towards Ginny. “Let’s play some rounds while these two get bored.”
His sister looked reluctant, sending the two people on the sofa furtive looks before she nodded slowly; Ron began to separate the cards, dividing them into the right number and crossing his legs, moving to face his sibling. Ginny grabbed at her cards, refusing to move from her spot as she kept sending looks that made Hermione want to growl.
“You’re sure you don’t want to play, Harry?” The redheaded witch asked, seemingly nonchalant.
The black haired wizard sighed. “I’m sure. As I said, I’d rather stay here.”
To prove his point, he leaned down to kiss his girlfriend on the forehead softly; a muffled hum left his mouth as he moved quickly, peppering Hermione’s face with kisses in every inch of it he could reach while the bushy haired witch giggled, leaning even more into him.
Ginny’s disbelieving scoff broke their tender interaction, and Hermione found herself with the impulse of tugging on the duvet and showing her exactly what she and Harry had been doing before being interrupted.
“Something wrong?” She grounded out instead, frown deepening as she spied her boyfriend’s irritated look from the corner of her eye.
“Nothing,” Ginny answered, pursing her lips and shrugging in a way that told the bushy haired witch that her friend was about to deliver a sentence that would start an argument. “I just think you should stop hoarding Harry, he’s done nothing the last few days except being with you.”
Hermione gritted her teeth, feeling oddly stressed and confrontational as days upon days of the same type of comments piled up on her mind; she swallowed the stinging answer on her tongue as she straightened from her seat and took a deep breath.
“I’m not hoarding him,” She murmured, a dangerous tone to her voice that even Ron heard. “And he’s right here, he can speak for himself.”
“You should maybe listen to yourself and ask him what he wants to do.” Ginny answered, a familiar, angry red tint on her cheeks.
“I think he has been pretty clear, Ginny,” Harry interjected, voice low as he addressed the redhead. “I don’t want to play, or do anything else than sitting here with Hermione. Is that so hard to understand?”
“Sort of,” The redhead answered, her red cheeks flushing more by the second. “You haven’t even played Quidditch more than once with us since you arrived, and you expect to believe that you just like spending time with Hermione?”
The black haired man scoffed. “The last time I played you wouldn’t stop flirting with me. You really think I want to have a repeat of that?”
Ginny shrugged, but her jaw clenched and her eyes avoided his. “It was just some innocence fun, Harry. We flirted all of Sixth Year, didn’t we?”
“I didn’t have a girlfriend then,” Harry answered, narrowing his eyes.
The redhead shrugged. “Do you have one now?”
The atmosphere, already tense from the previous comments, became even more still and uncomfortable as Hermione gaped at the younger witch. The black haired wizard frowned deeply before scoffing, his arm tightening even more around his girlfriend’s shoulders, and she knew he was about to say something—
Molly’s voice echoed through the house again, breaking the tension between the three of them as she shouted for Ginny and Ron to help her. Silent and seething, Hermione watched as the two redheads left the living room with the younger witch throwing a look at their cuddled forms, suspicion and jealousy shining on them. The bushy haired witch held her gaze fearlessly until Ginny was gone, and she released a scoff as the offending question played on her mind.
“Hey,” Harry said, his other hand moving up to caress her cheek, turning up her face to kiss her softly. “You know that was—”
“—completely out of place, rude and obnoxious?” She answered, huffing, shaking her head and burrowing into his arms. “Sorry, she—I’m stressed about…this.”
“You’re not the only one,” He sighed. “I’ll make sure to have a talk with her.”
“She won’t listen, I’ve tried,” Hermione muttered. “Nothing short of sucking you off in front of her is going to work.”
“And here I thought I was done for the moment,” Harry said, peeking under the duvet to watch his cock, chuckling, and turning back to her. “I love that mouth of yours, words and all, you know?”
“Flatterer, are you?” She teased, but her mind was going over her previous statement, and she silently contemplated it; could she do it? She didn’t really want to be caught (or did she? Maybe just by Ginny), but just the thought of his taste on her tongue after so many days of being unable to touch—
“Hermione?” Harry asked, watching as she left his arms and used the tie on her wrist to tie her hair in a messy pony tail.
“Full disclosure?” The bushy haired witch said, her hands on the edge of the duvet as she met his gaze. “I’m stressed and jealous about this Ginny situation and I’m very horny—I want to suck you off right here and now.”
“You sure?” He wondered, shuffling in place as he gripped the duvet. “They could walk in…”
She made up her mind. “I don’t really care, honestly. I’m glad to get on my knees if you want to open your legs for me.”
The bushy haired witch got no verbal response, but Harry looked at her through darkened eyes as he pulled off the duvet from his lap, exposing his cock to her as his legs parted slightly. She left her seat, checking her pony tail again and shuffling until his limbs were encasing her; her hands braced on his thighs, massaging them for a moment as she stared at his eyes, head moving downwards and losing eye contact when something hot and smooth touched her chin.
One of her hands moved, gripping his cock as her mouth traveled even closer to it, encasing his head and swirling her tongue on it, sucking softly as her hand moved to the base of his erection, gripping it.
She stopped for a moment, turning back to look at him as she whispered. “Remember—don’t be quiet.”
“Never.”
She was relentless; she dived, taking his cock halfway down her throat as she listened to the strangled moan that her boyfriend released. Her eyes closed, focused only on the sounds he made and how he felt on her mouth, humming as his fingers gripped her pony tail, following her movements lazily. She took a breath through her nose, leaning down until her nose was touching his pubic area before moving back up, sucking as hard as she could.
“Fuck,” Harry groaned, a breathless moan following his statement as Hermione continued her ministrations.
She upped her pace, feeling his cock throb on her tongue as she squeezed his balls, being awarded by the incoherent words of her boyfriend as his voice pitched low even more; she thrilled at it, wishing to hear more, and knowing it was going to happen soon by the way his fingers tightened on her hair.
Her head moved even more quickly than before as his moans grew louder, reveling on the way she could feel him becoming undone beneath her tongue, but there was a feeling on the back of her head, as if she was being watched—
She opened her eyes, slowing down as her gaze settled on the corner of the living room to meet familiar blue eyes. Ginny had stopped just before entering the room, and she was staring at them with wide and baffled eyes with hints of jealousy in them, and Hermione realized that this was a golden opportunity.
She hummed, moving again as she sucked his cock relentlessly, motivated by the sight from which her eyes hadn’t strayed; Harry writhed underneath her, voice growing rougher as he whispered incoherent praises, and there was heat growing on her belly as the very situation—
He was close, very, very, her head moving up and down quickly as she stared at Ginny’s face as best as she could, still meeting her gaze—
Harry’s cock throbbed as he grunted loudly, and she felt something spill on her tongue, her head moving down to encase his cock completely as he worked through his orgasm. She stayed in place until he was done and breathing harshly, and her cheeks hollowed out, sucking harshly while her head moved upwards; she was done, only having his head on her mouth, when she turned towards Ginny again. The redheaded witch met her gaze as she swallowed, cheeks flushing as she turned on her heel and disappeared through the hallway. Hermione hummed, finally leaving his cock completely.
“Fuck, that was…” Harry whispered, hand turning her head to look up to him. “Amazing as always, truly.”
“I aim to please,” She answered cheekily, wiping the corners of her mouth and leaving the floor to stand up in front of him. “She saw us.”
“We’re not finished,” He answered, fingers grabbing her by her jean’s belt loops and guiding her a couple of steps closer to him. “That is, if you want to? We can wait for tonight—”
“I’d really like you to fuck me right now,” Hermione answered, hands moving to undo her buttons and drag her jeans down, along with her knickers. “Molly is busy, Arthur isn’t home, and Ron would probably think we’re playing some kind of game. I don’t think Ginny will come back any time soon.”
“Turn around, then,” Harry stated, licking his lips.
She obliged, facing the covered window and chuckling softly as his hands tugged her back; she landed on his lap, completely naked from the waist down and feeling the roughness of the fabric of his jeans on her thighs. His arms wound around her comfortably, and her neck was kissed thoroughly by his lips before his hands moved, traveling all the way down to her thighs.
Slowly, with the tip of his fingers caressing her naked skin, he parted her legs until he was satisfied with the spread. He tapped her lower back, and Hermione left his lap only for a moment as he slid down on the sofa, looking for a comfortable position. When she sat down once more, his newly hardened cock was pushing insistently on her wet entrance, and she was trembling in anticipation.
“I learned a new song for you,” Harry whispered into her shoulder, hands roaming her hips and getting underneath her shirt, searching for her covered breasts. “Just to sing it for you in situations just like this. Would you like that?”
“Only if it comes accompanied by your cock inside of me,” She answered, swallowing at the mere thought of it, her hands searching for something to hold on and ending up on each side of his body, gripping what little she could of the cushions.
He said nothing in response, but his hips moved and his hands went to her hips, guiding her until she felt the head of his cock entering her slowly as she breathed harshly; he took his sweet time, reveling on the wet and warm feeling of her as she moaned softly, and she heard him sighed contently the moment he bottomed out. His hands returned again to where her bra had been sharply tugged down, leaving her breasts exposed, and his fingers twirled her nipples carefully as she whined and moved against him.
Hermione was quietly thinking of the logistics, not liking how little force of friction she’d be getting from this position, when Harry hummed quietly and stood up sharply. The force of his movement drove his cock even further inside of her, making the witch gasp and moan as her arms flailed in response, looking for something to hold on. His arms kept her from falling into the ground, and she absently thought they’d be a funny sight for anyone that walked in on them at the moment: her, naked from the waist down with her remaining clothes ruffled, and Harry right behind her, jeans down on his thighs with his cock fully inside of her, keeping her up by hugging her from behind.
Harry chuckled. “In theory that position would’ve been lovely, but I reckon I wouldn’t have been able to fuck you like we both know you want me to.”
“So we’re just going to shuffle someplace else like this?” She asked, entirely amused and turned on as his feet started to do exactly that, aided by her own walking movements, to she was having trouble meeting the floor.
He hummed, answering her with a kiss on the back of her neck as she walked forward, his hips pushing her bum forward even more, not stopping until she was bracing herself against the window frames. She sighed, her chest stuttering as the wizard behind her shuffled into position, careful of keeping himself inside of her as he looked for the proper angle.
“You promised me a new song,” Hermione whispered, gripping the window frames and staring at the mismatching curtains.
“I know,” He purred, his upper body draping over hers as one of his hands wandered until it as firmly in between her legs. The other had made itself at home on her hip, caressing the skin. “Are you ready?”
“Wait,” She whispered, and one of her hands reached out and grabbed the edge of the curtains to pull it towards her mouth; a sliver of light from the corner of the window welcomed them, small enough to not expose their adventure as the witch clamped her teeth around the fabric and nodded, her affirmative answer muffled.
Harry breathed deeply as his hips started to move, soft and slow as he found his rhythm. She closed her eyes the moment his voice echoed on her ears, rough and low and flowing beautifully through a string of words that were completely new to her. Hermione was sure he’d rehearsed it previously to singing it for her, because he hit the notes just the way she liked it—throat rumbling and dragging out the notes that’d give him the most rough delivery, and it all made her squirm and moan as his thrusts started to speed up.
She wasn’t paying attention to the words, and a small part of her felt guilty about that, but she decided to ask him to sing later, when they were clothed again and too tire to fuck each other so that she could hear every sentence he had learned only for her. He thrusts, still consistent and rough, quickly gained a pleasurable companion in the form of his hand—his fingers explored her folds, taking their sweet and agonizing time until they were rubbing against the small knob that sent her stammering and moaned against the fabric on her mouth.
He was still signing—but his voice had cracked in several words and he had taken more than a few breaks in between sentences as his body slammed against her—and she reveled in the way he seemed stubborn to remain with his mouth close to her ear, even if she knew he was dying to lean back and fuck her properly, because he knew that she loved his voice so much she was willing to silence herself to hear it.
“Fuck, I’m—” Harry whispered quietly into her ear, interrupting the song for only a moment.”
She bit into the fabric tightly, muffling the loud groan that threatened to burst from her throat as he continued to pound on her, sharp and short thrusts as he continued to sing, his voice softer and more breathy than before. Her hands tightened around the frames to the point that her nails dug into the wood, leaving small marks as he knees trembled from the pleasure. Every thought of how exposed they were, how anyone could see them if they so much as stepped one foot inside of the living room, vanished completely as she leaned her head back and into his shoulder.
Harry took a deep breath, and she realized that he must’ve been in the end notes of the song, because his thrusts and his fingers sped up in a moment, as if he wanted to take them both over the edge the moment he ran out of words. She moaned and groaned, the curtain on her mouth now damp with her spit as she savored the relentless pace of the wizard inside of her—it wouldn’t be long now, her walls were clamping down on his cock as he felt his hips stutter—
Her climax washed over her unexpectedly. She thought she had more time to enjoy the sensations and the warmth that exuded from his body into hers, but she felt her chest seize for a moment as he toes curled and her walls throbbed, and a fresh rush of arousal coated his cock as Harry’s voice trembled. He bottomed out as he spilled himself inside of her, both of them breathing harshly and shallowly as they waited for their heartbeats to recede.
The living room went quiet again without her muffled moans and Harry’s rough voice, but a lustful blush crept upon her cheeks at the wet echo of his cock sliding out of her slowly. She kept herself braced against the window frames until she could feel that her knees wouldn’t buckle under her weight anymore, though his hands had come to hug her around her waist and into him. Hermione leaned back against him, humming and feeling satiated and tired.
“We should get dressed,” Hermione whispered, but did nothing more than burrowing into him.
“Yeah,” Harry breathed. “Or we could go upstairs to sleep like this. I don’t think you want to face Ron or Ginny at the moment.”
The image of the younger redhead—her face red and wide eyes as she caught them in the act—made its way to the forefront of Hermione’s mind, and she decided that she was too tired and happy at the moment to deal with the eventual fallout of that.
“You’re right,” She nodded, turning around and flinging her arms around his neck. “Take me upstairs? I think I can dismantle Molly’s overriding charms.”
“I’m sure you can,” Harry answered, amused. “I’m just surprised you lasted this long without messing with them. We could’ve been doing these for days.”
“I was being respectful,” She huffed playfully. “But even I have a limit.”