Merciless, Hermione strummed a gentle fingertip over her clit, making her gasp. Use me hard, she’d said, while they were separated from one another. Craving this all those nights she spent alone. Clearly, she hadn’t known what she was asking for, really. How delirious the entire thing would make her. It wasn’t that he’d weaponised her pleasure. It was only that Hermione made her simmer in it. Feel it so completely that it would make up for their separation.