Hermione moved back from Harry's ear, her expression scorchingly hot. She reached up to the high collar of her wedding gown, brushed her hair back purposefully, then slowly unpicked the first button, revealing a tantalising flash of the moon-milky flesh of her kissable throat. Harry felt he ought to look away, before his eyeball melted from the pleasure, but Hermione took it as more shyness from him. She moved forward and eased his head back up firmly.