When Hermione feels Harry’s tongue run across her clit for the second time she screeches, “HARRY!”
Harry barely has time to register what Hermione said before he finds his head almost crushed by her thighs and a liquid rolls onto his tongue; it’s slightly salty and bittersweet, but not at all unpleasant. Now, what shall we do with you in the interim?
How long have I been gone?
Only about five hours actually, why?
“A rather simple plan, depending on who knows I was gone. However, I may contact you if any questions arise, if that’s acceptable.
