Hermione found the bottom hem of the tshirt Harry had on and broke the kiss long enough to pulled it over his head. Pulling him back down against her, she could feel the wetness pooling in her matching blue knickers.
"I know, so have I, I wanted to sneak off and do this this afternoon," she groaned as his mouth assaulted her neck. "I like that Harry," she nearly squealed as he bit at her neck.
"I want you too," she whimpered, wanting to get the clothing between them off and let him enter her again. "Take off my knickers," she whispered against his mouth, her tone was naughty.