she's his as she comes around him with a loud moan, clawing at his back as he drives into her through the crash, never relenting in his pace even though he pulls back slightly to watch her flushed cheeks and wild hair. Beautiful, beautiful Hermione, beautiful in order and chaos, beautiful in focus and in dazed lust, and he wants to bask in it for hours, but the pressure in his cock is unbearable, and he can't—he can't—