They had to break apart for air or risk collapsing. Hermione couldn’t help her smile. It was the most alive and buoyant she’d felt in a long time. Martin seemed dazed and heavily aroused behind his grin. Her lips in turn felt tender, delightfully claimed. He pressed his forehead to hers and Hermione stayed that way, reveling in this new connection until it was finally time to pull herself away and leave him there.