He laid all the way back drinking in the sight of Hermione sitting on his lap straddling him and his big hard cock, throbbing, aching for her with just some denim between them. Her mess of dark brown curls had started to look tangled, probably as a result of his hand being blissfully entwined in it for quite some time. She looked so fucking hot, if he didn’t have an ounce of self restraint he would have fucked her and come in her already. This wasn’t the time for a quick fuck and he knew it. He was going to savour this, she was too good, too special for him just to aimlessly shag.