Hermione was cut off by her lips on mine, and she was flooded with desire. Part of it was the magic, but another part was simply... her. Hermione marveled at how lips could be that soft, gentle, and firm all at once. The Slytherin pressed on, lips parting with a hint of her tongue seeking contact. Hermione’s core tightened as her body thrummed in desire, lips parting to taste her wife’s warm velvet tongue against her own.