"What a little blood traitor you are," Hermione tutted when he began to pant. She slid the tip of him against her slippery folds, gasping at the wonderful feeling of him.  "Well, I won't tell if you won't." She slowly slid him into her, whimpering the whole way, letting her swallow all of him, and then she pulled him out of her, repeating the movement, picking up the pace with each insert.