If there was one man, she would have just cuddled up to him and laughed off all the messy, clumsy parts that came after sex. desi sex “Stop that,” Fred admonished her with mock sternness. Unthinkable. Well, not like that, but … You should not be ashamed; I doubt there ees a single young witch in London ‘oo ‘as not ‘arboured this fantasy…”
Fleur had only been teasing her, raising the elegant arch of her eyebrow with a telling glance in the direction of the counter, where George had been helping customers when Hermione arrived, but Hermione had stammered and protested like her suggestion had been seriously meant, and, oh God, why was she still sitting here? maybe I did, some way or other. “Maybe you’ve just been lucky.”
She bit at her lip, a small rush of nervousness churning in her stomach. “It’s out of your hands now, wench. And then, with a naughty quick smile up at her,
