So Harry stayed relatively motionless in his uncertainty. To communicate her encouragement to Harry as best she knew how, Hermione forced herself to look out of the window, then baulk back onto him in shots of fear, then repeat the process over and over. So they soon fell into a sort of grunting rhythm. Hermione made a mental note of this for the future ... it was a ridiculously intense way to get fucked. The contrasting stimulations were sending her wild, Harry's moans had gone up a sexy octave, and the surprising orgasm building in her loins promised to blow her head off her shoulders.