”“Did Hermione have any theories about exactly why he’s glowing?” Neville asked as Ron stood up and stretched.“Of course,” Ron said with a...yawn. “You’ll have to ask her about it though. I was so tired last night by the time she started telling me about it I couldn’t seem to pay attention. It was something to do with the power of love or something.”Ron turned to stand next to Harry as he looked out the window and Harry put an arm around Ron’s shoulder and said, “I told you it was beautiful. It’s. She really worked on his cock. It was clear to everyone that she was getting it ready so he could fuck her. It was very personal as she wanted it to be the hardest and the biggest it could get so it would feel the best when it went into her. She also wanted to make sure it was so good for him and to bring him to the edge where it would feel the best for him. She would later tell me in her own words, "At the time I wasn't sure if we would actually do it again with him but I did want to make sure. Total humiliation – these words came to him again and again. She surprised him, sure, but how did he end up like this? He couldn't move – hell, he could hardly breathe, she had cinched him up so tight.She started rummaging through his clothes and other effects, found the wallet again and pulled the left over cash out and dropped it into her purse. She then pulled his luggage case out and filled it with his clothes and toiletries and tossed the wallet in there as well. Everything that was his. V I laid there helpless handcuffed to his bed and had to endure everything that is about to happen and it's all my fault I was stupid to trust him. Suddenly he sat up, removed his hand from my panties and lifted my shirt over my head I gasped scard and embarrassed that my breasts were exposed to him. "Much better" he said with a smug look on his face. I wanted to punch him in his face. Leaning over me again he began to kiss his way down towards my breasts. It felt so good but it also felt so.