Harry gasped hard as he rode the last waves of his orgasm, panting rapidly, before falling down on top of Hermione's slick body, nibbling her ear from behind as he huffed lustily into it, trying to gather his breath. That drove her senseless, too. They stayed like that for a few minutes, heaving lungfuls of air together as they calmed, until Harry lost the last of his firmness and slipped easily out of the supple moistness of Hermione's arse. She eased him back, picked up his wand from the wreckage of the bed and repaired the damage with a lazy little flick, before they laid down together in exhausted satisfaction.