"It's Hermione." I gasped, eyes flickering open to see the room we were in was darker than before. Weren't we outside under the stars? Why doesn't my wife remember my name? Why don't I remember hers? Her fingers curl into me and I begin to rock into the sensation, needing to crest and break by her touch. I found her center and worked my way into her, eliciting a sweet gasp as I flicked my thumb in a tight circle and my two middle fingers reached home as she threw back her head in ecstasy.