But she did eventually give in to Ginny’s plea to lay with her on a blanket on the shore and soak up some of the plentiful sunshine, a concession she thought later might have been best avoided, as she looked in the mirror after her shower at her brilliantly red, sunburned skin. Weasley was balding a bit, and his job at the Ministry didn’t keep him quite as fit as his sons, but he wasn’t exactly hard to look at either. The room was far from cold, but she was very conscious of her lack of any clothing. “You’re even more sunburned than I am!”
“I know, and my red hair makes it look even worse. Hermione had been quite content to sit in the stands and watch, since she still hated flying, but seeing “her boys” come off the field, skin hot and glistening with sweat, had always turned her on. Their breasts pressed together making their hands suddenly in the way, so they began to explore of their own volition, seeking out the yet uncharted territory
