...fucking her tits again.
Self restraint completely forgotten Harry managed to pull his knees together so he was standing on them, his hand was instantly stroking dick, a blur as his orgasm raged. Rope after rope of jizz flew from his cock and painted her upper body in an obscene spider web pattern. Hermione couldn't resist opening her mouth wide; her tongue pushed out as far as it could go as she caught as much of the thick semen as she could.
Harry fell backwards; light-headed. While watching Hermione clean herself off in the best way (using her tongue, with lots of moaning) he slowly raised himself back up to sit back in the recliner. Grabbing a piece of parchment from the table, which was full of Hermione's notes, he wrote out the directions for the Reflectaga shield and a potion to keep her breasts perky; the one he'd forgotten to give her yesterday. In his defence she probably would have just giggled airily and dropped the scroll on the way up the stairs to her dorm room; she was pretty out of it.
He finished just as Hermione came down from the high his semen had created. Handing her the scroll as she sat up her noticed he was still rather hard and starting stroking himself to take the edge off.
Hermione wordlessly took the scroll and scanned it. She noticed the directions for a potion, but no name listed. "What's this?" She asked.
"It's a potion that witches can take once a year t...