A filthy moan was ripped from his throat and suddenly there was a finger between her legs, brushing against her just so and pushing her over the edge. Hermione came with a breathless gasp, her back arching and pressing against him as her legs quivered. She could hear him grunt her name over the ringing in her ears and was vaguely aware of his smooth and controlled thrusts turning erratic and instinctive until he was grinding against her while he spilled his seed inside her.