Hermione was not so sanguine, despite knowing how powerful healing spells and potions could be. “Ron, please.” He laughed and she could feel the vibrations of it down to her toes. Milf sex “But the Healers–”
In the face of his continuing argument, even as they were so close to actually having sex, she brought out the heavy artillery. He’d been spending extra time in the library, which is where she found him, face down in a copy of his Transfiguration textbook, scrolls of notes scattered about the carrel, which was in the darkest corner of the library, away from Madam Pince’s prying eyes. “Sorry,” he muttered, “but I don’t get it. She was still wound up and growing impatient. Better than Quidditch, even.”
She wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face in his shoulder. God. Even before attending Hogwarts, she’d always scoffed at the fortunes in her fortune cookies — You will have many great adventures. How’s a bloke meant to keep his hard-on if you keep yammering about his parents?”
“Sorry,” she said, not sorry at all,
