Next morning.

Hermione felt the world of dreams leave as she started to wake. Her very comfortable pillow was still asleep.

She sat up carefully and admired Harry as he slept. He was just as great in bed as she hoped. All the times she snuck into the bath and used her wand thinking about him was nothing compared to the real thing.

Hell even Luna's, as amazing as it was, didn't feel like this.

Now she was thinking about the blonde. 'Guess I should get use to having her around more.'

She looked down and saw the tent in the sheets.

'Well I better help him take care of that.' She smirked.

She pulled the sheets down and gauze at the rock hard cock she was obsessed with.

'What's the best way to wake him?' She pondered.