Hermione still felt warmed within from his blood. She had been careful to only take a small amount; a few deep gulps, spreading her tongue over the wound afterward to take in any errant trickles. Martin, to his credit, had winced and grunted slightly at feeling his throat penetrated by her teeth but had made no complaints, his hands grasping her waist tightly. Hermione had had half a mind to take more but resisted, afraid that at some point the habit would overpower her.