Things moved quickly after that. Her dress was pushed up to her hips. His pants were unbuttoned. Her stockings were torn apart. His boxers were shimmied down. Her panties were pulled aside. And then they were finally able to breathe their sighs of relief as Hermione lowered herself onto him. She grabbed onto the nape of his neck and rocked back and forth, while he grabbed her hips and helped her. Their lips were parted, their clothes sticking to their skin in the fogged up car.