Just then Harry's body began to tauten. His fisted grip in the sheets became firmer and firmer, until he was pulling so hard that it was turning his knuckles white. But Hermione didn't want to finish like this, not tonight. A quiet part of her brain silently hoped that by the end of this night Harry's seed would be quickening in her womb ... but that wouldn't happen if his seed was trickling across her tonsils and down the back of her throat.