Hermione was incredibly thankful for Ron's mouth on hers. It stifled the moans and cries that his body against hers, interlocking with hers, was drawing out of her. One of her hands found the hair on the back of his head and gripped it, keeping his face against hers.
Heat and pressure were building within her. She arched her back a little, giving another moan as he started to hit an incredibly good spot inside of her. A mumbled "right there, oh, God" erupted her and was buried deep within the kiss. Her leg tightened around him as she felt her body quiver and tense with pleasure.