"Merlin’s left nut, Granger. Fuck me, that was—" he began, then stopped, seemingly lost for words. Hermione immediately strangled the feeling of pride swelling within her and cleared her throat half in embarrassment, half because it now ached. She began wiping her mouth and chin, but he grabbed her hand and stopped her. He reached up and gently thumbed a thin line of his spend off her lip, his thumb brushing the very tip of her tongue as he did so, smearing his cum off her cheek as he went.  He watched her mouth so intently Hermione felt ready to melt from the heat in his gaze. 