Tom ignored her, and they worked in silence for the remainder of the afternoon until Hermione rounded the table and plopped herself into his lap. "It will be fine" she murmured into his ear, nibbling on his earlobe with her teeth and grinning when he growled and gripped her waist tighter, "lent isn’t for another three days" she said, her hand moving down his chest, "still lots of time for sinful activities" she husked, trailing her fingertips over the bulge of his erection.