Harry thought he was going to feint. He could barely hear Hermione and Ginny talking over his pounding heart. He saw Ginny moving inside the room then Hermione warding it. Everything had a dream like quality.
He figured that he would have gone soft, fright being one of the things that could make a teenage boy lose his erection. Though, he found he wasn’t really that scared. Was Ginny bothered by his being with Hermione? If so, she had a funny way of showing it.
Slowly, he reached back down and slid a finger inside Hermione. Watching Ginny intently, Harry moved his finger like he had been before. It was a little intimidating to have someone other than Hermione who could critique his performance, but on the other hand it was really hot.
Harry looked over towards the chair. “That’s a little far away,” he said, his voice tentative. “maybe the corner of the bed?” he suggested. Afraid to watch if she didn’t take his suggestion, he leaned in and began to kiss Hermione’s neck and tease her ears.
His cock was beginning to leak with excitement in Hermione’s hand.