Tracey smiled happily. She was glad it was so good for Hermione. It made her feel a sense of pride and was...pretty bloody hot to boot. She liked the idea of making the reserved girl lose it a bit. "You were never...curious before that?" she asked, her tone light and easy. It was so different for her experience that she wanted to know more.
"Yeah, not sure I was supposed to say that," she admitted with a sheepish chuckle. "Supposedly, they used to fight and argue but then would shag like bunnies any time they could find a place to do it. For a few weeks, anyways. I think it was right before she started seeing Harry again."
"I guess so," Tracey giggled. "Don't tell her what you are thanking her for. I don't think I need a star Chaser for the Harpies knowing I used to fancy her in school. With my luck, Skeeter would be knocking down my door..." She groaned at the thought.
She was hesitant to let Hermione turn around but she did. Tracey leaned against her cheek. "If I stay, it means that you won't get that book for another day," she breathed. Leaning in, she brushed her lips against Hermione's.
Her hand began to slide down lower and her fingertips brushed the top of Hermione's knickers. "This was why you invited me back, isn't it?" she whispered against Hermione's lips. "It's the certainly the big reason I came...I saw how you were looking at me before..."
Her tongue flicked out to brush Hermione's top lip before Tracey's lips parted and she tried to deepen the kiss.