Nonsense between the two of them, but it didn’t matter. It was happening. Hermione cum deep inside her with one good thrust. Heat within and the heat of her without. Her rough breaths and grunts in her ears, her grip on her. The way she said, "Go on, lovey". The third orgasm sent her up into the galaxy. Where everything was dark and dazzling and deep. Where she could simply be adrift and wait on Hermione to tow her back.