His words were practically a purr that she felt straight to her core. Coherent thoughts began to become difficult with the added pressure of his touch, the teasing of her most sensitive bundle of nerves, and the welcome intrusion of first one and then a second finger. Unlike some women would have the world believe, Hermione had always had more experiences with men who desired that she find her pleasure first before they got carried away seeking their own. Perhaps the antiquated ideals of proper women not really caring for sexual pleasure had colored the awakenings of her fellow females, but in her wide and varied experience, there had only been a couple of cretins who cared more about themselves than her body. They certainly weren't given the opportunity to redeem themselves in a second round either. Where was the sense in wasting her time when she knew others out there who knew what they were doing?