Hermione let Harry gaze at her a moment, then her left hand returned to cup her breast, while the right scratched through the triangle of dark stubble between the tops of her thighs and found the astonishing moistness between the folds of her labia. Harry blinked at it, watched as the candlelight caught the glistening fluid as it coated Hermione's busy fingers. His expression was dark and wanton, and the possessive passion there turned Hermione's belly to a swirling torrent of liquid, one just dying to gush out.