"Oh god," she murmured again dizzily. Hermione’s breath felt stuck in her chest and her clit ached with lingering pulses of desire, and she felt like throwing up, mind swirling and blanked with panicked shock. What the bloody hell had she just done? Nothing. She told herself as she buttoned her shirt properly with clumsy, fumbling fingers and smoothed and retied her hair. Nothing. She told herself as she made herself walk – walk, not run – slowly upstairs to her room.