She was already losing sleep from the recurring erotic dreams and waking up in the middle of the night, heart pounding, legs wet, and feeling unbelievably promiscuous. On that same visit, her cousin had also persuaded her to take one of her brand new shirts that she claimed, “would look so amazing on you with your colouring,” and Hermione had to admit, it did look pretty good. Xxx Did she really say that? “No wonder half the girls in our year were moaning your name in their sleep,” she commented. Weasley wouldn’t find out that someone spiked the drinks with firewhiskey, as she declined a drink from a very drunk Seamus Finnigan, who was leering down her shirt. ***
All Hermione could think was, thank Merlin that the Weasleys had very wisely stayed outside. “You look really…good, tonight, Hermione,” he breathed.
