Harry clamped his mouth down onto Hermione's other breast, sucking her entire areola hungrily into his mouth and flicking her nipple deftly with the hot, wet, slightly contoured skin of his tongue. The change in texture sent Hermione into wild raptures yet again. There was a distant tinkle of breaking china in the Seventh Floor breakfast room, as Hermione's arousal spilled out of her once more, and Harry looked up in mild amusement. The wards and runes were clearly supposed to contain their passion for much longer than this. But it couldn't be helped.