Harry used his wand to cut a palm while Hermione balanced their continued movements by wrapping her other leg around his waist. Harry let his hand become slick with blood before he ran it down Hermione’s face and neck. He raised it above her, squeezing his bleeding fist so blood dripped in coppery blots. The scent of iron invaded her senses and heightened her pleasure. She gripped her hips tighter around Harry and, deliciously, he kept talking.