            And that’s my cue. Hermione turned and pushed herself upright. The blanket slid to her waist as their gazes rocked to her. Both men were standing too close together, chests heaving, fingers balled into fists. "That’s enough," she said, voice rough with sleep. At their heavy stares, Hermione blushed and shivered, wishing she hadn’t stripped down to her camisole.