Hermione followed him over the edge, a half step behind him. She cried out with absolute pleasure, her hands sliding down his back as she came. She loved the increased intensity of his thrusts, which prolonged her own after shocks of her orgasm. For her first time having sex, Hermione couldn't have pictured it any better or any different than what it was. She was smiling widely, the picture of happiness. She could only laugh when he asked if he'd hurt her, looking so concerned she thought he might hurt himself.
"No," she replied honestly, giving him a kiss. Hermione knew that she'd be sore in the morning, but she thought it would be the most delicious kind of sore in the entire world. She held him close and gave him a smile. "You've made me the happiest witch in Putus at the very least, though I'd wager I'm the happiest witch in the world." Hermione gave him another lingering kiss. "I love you, so much." Part of her wanted to stay like this forever but another part was recognizing the discomfort of having him flaccid inside of her.