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“The simple caress was distracting already, but then, still holding her fist, he began to run the very tip of his tongue between her knuckles, flicking lightly at the sensitive webbing between them. Hermione had a one-track mind. It was pathetic really. Anything interesting her husband did with his mouth automatically made her think about what it would feel like if he did the same thing, but between her legs.  On one occasion, she’d almost burnt the children’s eggs because she’d been preoccupied watching him eat a banana with a fork, the ridiculous man.”