Hermione told Harry that she’d been camping with her parents at their new spot some time ago. Blowjob sex He didn’t want to think that Hermione had grown fond of him, assuming that what they’d done was anything more than a substitute for what—for who—Harry really longed for. Mostly, though, he wondered about Ron. It didn’t take much for them to tell what was magic-related—the Ministry under Voldemort’s control wasn’t taking much care to disguise magic from the Muggles. When the sun was high enough he couldn’t put it off any longer, so he slipped back into the tent. Slipping out of bed as quietly as he could, he dressed quickly and headed for the door. “Me either—not that, at least.” His grin widened. “Oh, go on,” she grumbled. But it was all like a dream, like some distant yet vivid memory that he couldn’t even be sure was really real.
