...pped closer. "You have the most luscious body I have ever been allowed to touch." He raised his hands to her waist, slipping them in between the strings.
"That's absurd," she whispered, barely aware that her hands had moved to his bare shoulders.
"What's absurd is that it's taken me this long to tell you." He leaned in slowly, eyes on her plump lips, until they touched. At first, it was just a simple touching of their lips, then they began to move. Mouths parting, gliding together, tongues caressing.
"I'll just go for a walk," Ron said, sounding amused. "A long one," he added as the door shut.
The two barely heard him as they wrapped arms around each other, hands pressing bodies closer. The small of Hermione's back braced against the counter as Harry leaned in to her. He tugged gently on her hair, exposing her throat to his kisses.
Her breath came hard as she leaned back, giving him more access. His fingers struggled with the strings holding her top in place. He had to pull back a fraction to clear his head to be able to untie the knot with a harsh chuckle. He removed it agonizingly slow, dropping the expensive fabric to the floor.
He took in a deep breath, then slid his hands up her ribs to cup her generous breasts. They fit perfectly in his palms and Hermione sighed as he squeezed them gently. She found his lips again and they pressed their bodies tightly together, loving the feel of his skin pushing against hers.
She felt a little dizzy as he released...