Moving closer, he gently pressed the cool tip of his wand to Hermione's skin, tickling her crazily as he began drawing tiny pictorial spells onto her belly. He eased some of his magic into them, and pushed them into her body, deep into her very ovaries. She had no choice but to cry out at the surge of pleasure they caused. It was breathtaking. Harry moved onto her breasts and did the same thing, causing Hermione's nipples to spring up and her boobs to swell with sensitivity that flirted with the painful as blood rushed into them. She thrust her chest out on reflex, begging Harry to give it attention with his own, hot skin.