...row into his, she asked; "How'd you sleep?" with a soft rumbling coming from her throat.
"To be honest, I wouldn't call it 'sleep' exactly. It was more like a coma," he said.
"Well then, how was your coma?" she amended.
"You know Susan's drooling on you?"
"Yeah, she's a drooler. I've gotten used to it by now."
Looking at Hermione's smiling lips, Harry said, "You know, I didn't even get to kiss you last night."
"It was kind of frantic, wasn't it?" she said, liking her lips, clearly hoping for a kiss.
"I guess that's what happens when you're in heat huh? Everything just becomes a mad sex romp," Harry added, leaning toward the brunette, gladly trying to fulfill her unspoken hopes.
Hermione blushed and averted her eyes. "Harry, about that, I sort of, well, misled you about the whole 'in heat' issue."
"How much did you mislead me?"
"Well, somewhere between bending the truth and an outright lie," she said, fidgeting her fingers.
"Would this 'somewhere' be closer to 'bending the truth' side of the spectrum, or more to the 'outright lie' end?"
"Truth is a matter of perspective," she debated.
"So you're not in heat."
She chewed her lip before admitting "No. To be honest, I don't even know if I ever will be in heat."
"Then what happened last night?"
"I was incredibly randy," sh...