"Because it's the Deathstick? I don't care if it makes for the best magic ever, I don't want that on my nethers. Use my wand instead." As Narcissa handed over her wand, she hoped that her glamour charm would hold up as Hermione set it to vibrate powerfully between the two clitorises. A moment later, the Slytherin was unable to think of anything else as they rocked into each other, lips locked as moaning turned into screaming and the pair had orgasms shudder through themselves at the same time, making their kisses taste all the sweeter.