"I don't want to, I want it held back so very..." She shivered. "Very long." Ron gave a nervous swallow nodding. "Are you going to stay?" She asked threading her hands through her hair as he looked to Hermione. She was grinning, and actually now feathered like what he knew now was her normal form. Off Malfoy's cock as she nuzzled into the side of his neck facing him. Theodore Nott of all people was massaging her ass and putting lubricant carefully through the feathers. Ron would hope, maybe, at the end of the night he got that sort of privilege. 