Hermione had forgotten how to breathe. Her heart was racing ridiculously fast, and every inch of her skin seemed to be fluttering. Her stomach was doing cartwheels and her knickers were so damp that there was a trickle of moisture running down her inner thigh. And she could feel something very firm and solid, quite different from Harry's solid body elsewhere, lodged against the side of her leg. Her eyes widened as she assessed the dimensions, only partially pressed into her thigh. And an astonished thought hit her.