With another sigh, Hermione finally turned to face him, pulling the dress she had been wearing earlier in the night over her head. Despite having just had her, despite still being able to taste her on his tongue, Blaise's mouth watered. There was a reason he'd nearly ripped the thing in half when he'd seen her. Her body was fucking outrageous. He had no idea when she'd gotten so damn fit, as he did not remember her having those curves at Hogwarts, but he thanked Merlin for them nearly every day. The next words out of her mouth effectively ended his mouth-watering perusal of her body, and the lustful thoughts that followed.