But, first off, he was just going to taste every single inch of her it seemed. Hermione expected Harry to move in for a kiss, but he swerved away and started at her neck, nibbling at her skin and driving her crazy, before sucking on her earlobes and flicking his tongue against that absurdly sensitive piece of flesh just behind it. Hermione blinked at the rush of pleasure, desperate to stay cogent for this. But it was going to be a hard run thing.