Hermione bit her lip. "Well.... hardly ever, but that isn't ruddy the point, is it? I..... Ooooh....." She bore her neck to him, granting him access to lather his tongue along her pulse point. Her moan quickly turned into a sharp gasp, and then she cried out as Ron's palm covetously gripped the underside of her thigh and hiked her leg up, so that it now curled almost of its own accord about his torso, hooking at the back of the knee.