Just go back to sleep.” But there was no going back to sleep, for there was a knock at the door just then, followed by Ron’s voice telling them his Mum had breakfast ready. Dean Thomas had been the best kisser, she’d told Hermione, but he still wasn’t “the one.”
Hermione had fewer boyfriends, probably – she suspected – because of her close friendship with Harry and Ron. Since it was supposed to soak in a few minutes before rubbing, Ginny slowly worked her way down Hermione’s body, pouring potion onto her friend’s lower back. They both laughed and snuggled together, barely remembering to pull the sheet over their naked bodies before falling asleep. The potion must be really good because there was no pain or soreness left on her backside, and she blushed slightly when she realized she was getting warm in places the potion had not touched. 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.
