“That was incredible wasn’t it? XXX Ron smiled down at her, taking in all of her lovely flushed and pink skin, her hair spread out on the quilt. Hermione arched back as Ron let his mouth drift back up her neck, his hands going through her thick curls. She wanted to turn around to look at him, to pull him into her but Ron had a firm grip on her waist as he used his free hand to rip off the scrap of lace and ribbon that was standing in his way. “Do you like it?” she asked even though she already knew he did. We’ll get through it again.”
Hermione didn’t respond. “Thanks,” said Ron. This time Hermione did cry out in absolute pleasure. I don’t know why we haven’t tried doing it that way before!”
Hermione laughed and reached up to move a lock of hair off of his forehead.
