Hermione shook her head, she was embaressed but in a really cute sort of way and she knew Harry so well, this was just one subject they have never breeched together before.
He just felt so lovely, and he smelled good, Hermione wasn't sure what the smell was but it was getting to her.
"She was a widow, well I guess affair is the wrong word, they are currently shagging like a couple of rabbits," she said boldly but with a little squeak in her voice, "is it making you uncomfortable?" she asked, avoiding the question directly. She was feeling a little bit wound up... sitting this close, talking about sex... alone, on this huge bed, both partially dressed. She hadn't realize how open the neck of her nighty was as she sat there, giving Harry a perfect view down to her braless breasts.