He groaned again, loud and rough, and Hermione pressed the sound inside her mind, committing it to memory. He might never be this open again. She had to remember it all. Her lips parted and she very carefully drew the tip of his cock into her mouth, her lower lip dragging lightly. His hips snapped up, driving his prick further inside, and she made a little startled noise, rearing back instinctively. 