Hermione literally rolled out of the room ... it was all she could do, as she was pretty sure her knees didn't know how to work anymore. She was breathing heavily and clenching her thighs tight together, fitfully embarrassed as Celesca looked over her in concern. What the complete fuck was that!? Hermione thought breathlessly. Blood throbbed violently below her waist, and she had to bite hard on her lip to stop herself panting lustily. Surges of unbridled pleasure were still washing through her, flooding her even. Flood was quite an apt word, she thought naughtily, as she realised that she would have to change her knickers before facing the world again today.