Not again. Hermione raked a hand through her long curls. She was thankful she didn’t have a roommate. Even though she was alone, she couldn’t help but look around in alarm as if she was caught. Her cheeks flushed pink as she realized her underwear was wet. She was still aroused. A tiny wave of shame passed through her when she made her way to the window. Her virginal self had few sexual encounters in her lifetime, all of them awkward and none of them pleasurable; the fumbled touches from Viktor Krum and the hand job she unenthusiastically performed on Ron stood out in her mind.