Hermione's magic was filling the very molecules of air all around him. His resolve was obliterated by the urge to taste it. His own magic reached out and as he fed from her core, he understood the real concept of euphoria. His hips rolled on their own accord. The hiss that escaped their mouths turned into a collective moan. He pulled out of her with a slow drag and trusted back in. It was heavenly. They fell into a demanding rhythm. The aching turned back into pleasure and he knew he wouldn’t last long. 