Hermione wrinkled her nose in a fake sneer at George's grin and took a sip from her own cup.
Hermione listened to him rehash her hypothesis, fighting back another blush at his use of words like 'desires'. When he started to ask his question, Hermione was confused. What didn't he suppose? What was too forward? "What can't you ask? Do you mean..." He had her stumped. What had he started thinking about now, unless it was. Oh... Oh! Hermione felt every ounce of blood in her body move straight to her face. At this rate, she was going to pass out from embarrassment long before she would from alcohol. She took another swig to calm herself.