Slowly, Angelina took her wet finger to her entrance and slipped it in knuckle deep. Xxnx We’ve heard a bit abou. . . …’ Harry stopped speaking after seeing the dark look that filled Dean and Angelina’s faces. Harry knew Hermione had put up the magical barriers to protect them but as of yet, they had not been tested. ‘I know how you feel Dean,’ said Hermione softly as she began to stroke Dean’s dark, short, densely curled hair, ‘Luckily I’ve had Harry here always with me, if we had Ron t. . …’ Hermione stopped as the mention of Ron caused her even more sadness. With a gasp, Hermione felt Dean’s weight collapse onto her back as he wrapped one hand around her middle and placed his other on her large tit.
