In a haze, Hermione turned around and the back of her knees found the edge of the couch. She sat down and looked up at Tom, naked and erect. His handsome face, filled with lust, bent down to aim himself between her hips as she found her legs spreading open to him, inviting him in with full consent. Something felt deja vu about it, like it was familiar to her in that moment. She wanted him.