... not "that" type of movement. Although, it's easy to see how one could get a little confused; Harry had just recalled the erotic images from the night before, after all. And it would've been perfectly normal and natural for "that" type of movement to occur). Hermione stirred. She unfolded herself, stretching out her arms in front of her and over Harry's leg, and, with her torso still on the bed, the cat-girl stretched her legs straight, forcing her naked bottom and furry tail up in the air.
"Morning, Fuzzy," Harry said.
With a twinkle in her sleepy eyes and a smile gracing her pretty face, Hermione returned; "Good Morning."
She crawled on all fours up Harry's body. Pushing and bumping her brow 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, abo...