" The dark cloud moved down and to the side, taking Harry's focus with it, and now he could see as Crouch gestured. At his motion, Hermione slowly got...up. As his friend started to walk towards him, Harry tried to call out to her, but the lassitude overtaking his body also seemed to affect his ability to speak, allowing him only small, slow moans.Hermione was wearing only a dirty white t-shirt that came down to just beneath her hips, but as she approached she stripped it off over her head. Harry. That's why I can't have nice things, I thought again.Bertie just sat there, stupidly staring at me. It was as if she expected me to bend over and pull a do over out of my ass. "Why?" she asked. "Blanche, why did you do that?" She looked at me with those big cow eyes and reminded me of what I'd said. "You said you were going to make it all better," she cried. Her emotions had finally begun to spill over through her shock. She finally realized that she was losing a good man who had loved her. The line moves slowly and my mind races, should I flirt with her, ignore, carry on a conversation with her, she must know I saw. What should I do? Anything. I find myself trying to look at her nipples. I would really like to suck on those, would like to pinch them, feel them. I start to wonder if she would allow me to shoot a load of cum all over her tits. Can see the cum dripping down as I masterbate and cum all over them.The line moves forward and she begins emptying the cart on the cashier.. She puts her lips just inches away from mine looking straight into my eyes. She tells me to make her my bitch. I then grip her hair and pull her head behind exposing her stretched neck. I kiss her right above her cleavage.By now she wanted me so badly that she had already gripped my penis. She was stroking it up and down. I carried her to the nearest bedroom naked and threw her on the bed. I brought the bottle of vodka and poured it on her breasts while licking it off her nipples. She had.