so he took his time, and hermione took hers. they kissed until they were breathless. his lips traversed her skin, memorizing the arcs and divots while her fingers tangled in his hair, caressed his spine. his palms meandered, roving across her hips and her belly and up to her breasts, kneading the soft flesh and rolling against the peaks of her nipples to the sounds of her breathy moans – the same moans that had brought him near insanity from across the world, now ringing in his ears.