Nothing. Sex vedio It had been weeks since he’d left, Apparating out of Harry and Hermione’s lives. Without a word, Hermione spun around and raced out of the tent, dropping the flap without looking back, leaving Harry to clean himself up. Ginny’s fingers were slimmer than Hermione’s, but in Harry’s mind so was just about every part of her—her legs, dangling loosely over the edges of the bed, her hips, which writhed as her fingers crept over and into her most intimate place. “I wouldn’t mind seeing this place during the summer,” he offered. He wondered what it had been that had woken him. “Thank you,” she said softly, and turned and went back inside. Then he turned and walked a few paces away before stopping again. Hermione told Harry that she’d been camping with her parents at their new spot some time ago. “Well, let’s hope your mum’s a better cook than you are!”
With an indignant hmph, Hermione threw a pillow at Harry. But he didn’t know for certain. “A good job, Harry! Or had he been mistaken, and she really was seeing him? If I’m being honest, I got myself into this. Hermione, bossy know-it-all Hermione, half-naked Hermione, was wanking right in front of him. “We do. The freckles that were sprinkled across her chest, and (as he’d discovered one magnificent evening) even lower.
