Hermione kept a hold on his hair, pulling at it as she threw her head backwards and shut her eyes, feeling the way the carpet dig into her skin with each thrust of her boyfriend’s cock inside her body; the pain of it was thrilling to her, even if the gash on the back of her shoulders ripped open once more. She opened her eyes again to find Harry looking down at her, pupils blown as mouth opened as the most beautiful, sensual sounds she had ever heard escaped from his throat.