Harry was quite as tight and toned as Hermione remembered from during his Quidditch days at Hogwarts, and she'd seen that a couple of times since she'd been here, when Harry had stripped down to everything but the bare essentials for her. But, back in their school days, Hermione had never been allowed to wallow in the beauty of Harry's muscular legs, or to caress his flat stomach, or to nibble at the downy tufts of hair around his nipples, the only hairs on his otherwise bare, contoured chest. So she was in erotic heaven as she swooned at him now, as she reached out and touched Harry's private skin for the first time with his permission barriers down.