But Hermione doubted that Neville knew how insanely sexy this was. She wanted to tear Harry's clothes off and have him take her passionately right there on the altar, their audience be damned. There was something about his magic, an undertone she couldn't quite pinpoint. But it was pure sex. It made her instantly aroused and her knees went weak with the potency of it. She wondered if the other girls knew about this. They'd hinted at Harry's sexual prowess in the past, but Hermione wondered if they actually meant this? Well, there was one thing for absolute sure.