That night as Hermione sucks Harry’s cock, her fingers curling to hit his prostate with each bob of the head she thinks about tomorrow, when Voldemort transfers his Horcruxes to new objects, and the Ministry of Magic gets over run. Of knowing they did it, they would be okay, everything would be alright, they had gotten their revenge. As Harry licked her open, drinking her down until she screams her climax he watches, like always, the arch of her back, her long neck exposed as her head tilts back, her abdomen rippling as her muscles contract he can only think that he’s under a spell, totally barmy and imagining this all, and Hermione thinks much the same, contemplating if she has had a mental breakdown, and this was all one wonderfully dangerous hallucination, and they know their barmy, they just can't bring themselves to care.