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The brightest witch of her age is older now, and not particularly wiser.

but her tits are

"Yes, I'm flirting with you."


"Rolling thunder, damning rain, trapping us here like . . . rats in a cage, and—"

"That rhymes, Hermione. Did you mean it to?"

"I'm . . . not entirely inebriated."

And that's too pissed to know that you

"Still want to fuck you, though."

Hermione's matter-of-fact coarseness makes everything hard for Remus.

He repeats his question, thinking, Shouldn't you at least be looking at her eyes?

Her breath is hot against his cheek. "Because I don't want to give in to despair."