This was within hours and left him restless. Waiting and wanting to just... take her again. Take her really and not just in dreams. How wonderfully tasty would she be in reality? How much COULD he consume from her? While she had been exhausted, it was the kind of exhaustion of normal people after sex. God he thumped his head against a wall trying to keep his mind off of having sex with Hermione Granger. He’d be lucky if she ever hugged him, let alone let him fuck her without dreams softening the blow. He closed his eyes remembering the dream with pleasure. Her proclivities, her sexual wants and needs. He blinked when he hit upon what it felt like. They were in potions class with a somewhat still odd and old Slughorn. 