Harry moaned at the sensation, bucking back at the warmth and wetness of Hermione's inner cheeks, her teeth, her bobbly tongue where it flowed around his throbbing, insanely sensitive other head ... it sent him into the stratosphere. He clutched fists into the bedsheets, messed up and damp with sweat already, and flung his head back as Hermione increased the tension on him with her pouting lips. She was driven crazily hot by the sounds he was making, as she continued to move her mouth up and down in a merciless, relentless motion.