She caught her breath as he stood, deliberately making a show of licking his finger clean. Her eyes were locked on the action, and he noted how her hand twitched at her side. He stepped in between her legs, grabbing her face and sinking his tongue in her mouth so she could taste her release on his tongue. This time he couldn't repress a moan as her nails scraped down the side of his neck to the button on his trousers, undoing it with practiced ease. Hermione palmed him over his briefs, but he had his fill of foreplay, "Time to cash in on my promise to fuck you over this podium, sweetheart. I want you turned around, palms flat on the wood."