At the sound of his voice, Hermione saw stars, the edges of her vision went balck. Her legs tensed and trembled, she clenched and fluttered around his fingers as he continued to thrust into her to help her ride out her orgasm. Her breath left her in gasps, fighting for air. The sounds of his fingers’ movements became obscene. The magic in the air felt stifling for a moment– but not much different than it had a moment before, as if it were still waiting for something important.