Hermione clamped her lips together to resist the urge to speak. To encourage, to praise, to beg him to not stop. Never stop. A whimper shifted to a groan and then her body was trembling, she felt her legs shaking as the orgasm washed over her in waves of pleasure. Pent up for so long, she let herself go to the sensations, moaning as her body spasmed, recovering gradually as she felt his hands recede. A whisper of magic and she felt a cleansing spell wash over her. His palm came to rest just between her shoulder blades. Warm. Grounding. She heard his voice next to her ear as his hands shifted to unbind her arms, rubbing her shoulders. 