"Damnit," he whined into her neck. "Why do you have to wear so many fucking things?" Hermione let go of his cock and pulled her hand out of his shorts, and he groaned. "Oh fuck, don’t stop, please, Hermione, please..." Hermione felt a thrill and the sudden urge to just grab her wand and vanish their clothes, and devour him with her mouth and hands. Did he have any idea how hot he sounded when he pleaded like that; half-begging, half-ordering?