Hermione moaned, and rubbed her cheek against Harry’s crotch. She looked up at him, mouth open in a moan and inviting. Harry got the idea, fishing his cock out from his pants. His hands went to Hermione’s hair, taking a firm grip, guiding her mouth over his rod. She sealed her lips around him and moaned, sending vibrations through his cock. He let out a mix between a moan and a whimper, and began to use his grip to bob her head up and down. Hermione had never done this before, least not while conscious, and didn’t know what to do really, but she just listened to how Harry responded, and repeated that action; swiping her tongue over his head, hollowing her cheeks, taking him as deep as he wanted. She needed to make him feel good.