Harry shoved two fingers inside of her, causing her to race toward the peak she excitedly wanted to crest over. Just when she was about to come, he pulled back. Hermione whined while he just smirked down at her and bit into the soft flesh of her thigh, drinking from her. Blood and her juices coated his face as he leaned down again, finger-fucking her quickly and deeply while his tongue drew small shapes over her clit. Once again, she was just about to come when he pulled back. Biting the other thigh, he swiped his tongue over both wounds, making sure to get a hearty mix of both liquids. 