Admire his Work

Harry took a few minutes to catch his breath, feeling all of the stress of the last few years having left him during that frantic session. He knew it would be back, but for now he was completely relaxed.

Looking at Hermione, who had only just stopped panting, he smirked. She looked thoroughly disheveled; her bushy hair, usually relatively groomed, was now a tangled mess. She was never one to wear a lot of makeup, but what she was wearing had been smeared all over her face, mixing with spit and cum to form a thin glaze.

Her breasts were red and splotched with fingerprints from his grip, which matched up well to the imprints on her juicy ass. What remained of her clothes, which had been frantically removed, was scattered across the room.