Ernie rubbed his knuckles gently against the exposed skin, basking in the softness he found there. He couldn’t help the soft moan he let out when Hermione’s tongue slid against his. The hand that cupped her cheek gently slid into her hair. After a moment, he pulled away, panting softly.
“I…” He pressed a small chaste kiss to her lips, as if he needed it more than air. “I… think I love you, Hermione Granger.”