“Stop it,” she snapped. A light sheen of sweat beaded her forehead. He could feel the heat in her crotch even through the leather as he squeezed and rubbed her. I just never thought of myself in that way. “Morning Fred, morning George.”
“Meow,” they both replied in unison, then began to snicker as they walked away. He adjusted his robes and closed the door quietly. “You know, they have a spell that creates a warm lubricant,” she said as she looked back at him. “What kind of perverts have we become?”
“Trust me,” Hermione said with a laugh, “compared to the rest of your siblings, we aren’t perverts by a long shot.” She took his hands in hers. I think you could tell me now.” She growled low and deep in her throat as she took his earlobe between her teeth.
