"’Is that you begging, Hermione? Are those the, how did you say it,  right circumstances ?’’ He still held her jaw in his hand, quite loosely to let her know that she was safe. His thumb brushed against her throat as she swallowed. The water was running down his back, and his nose was filled with the smell of her, and her soap. He keened at the pain in his dick, he was stiff-hard. "’Please what?’"