Wish gasping breaths, she rose and licked away the remnants from Harri’s shaft until, unbidden, she was pushed back onto the ground. Harri waved their hand, and the clothing that Hermione had been wearing -  all light, thin fabrics that wrapped her in a shrouded haze, the afternoon heat and communion with a new God leaving her aching for something refreshing  - fell away to reveal stretches of bronze skin that shone magnificently under the light of the nearby fire. The slit between her legs was doused and dripping, heated so strongly that she seemed to be steaming in the humid air. Harri spread her further and leaned in, their tongue buried in Hermione’s weeping cunt.