She supposed it was just from having spent the full day marveling at the masculinity surrounding her with all the Weasley boys wearing nothing but swim trunks; every last one of them was gorgeous, lean and muscular and, Hermione blushed as she thought it, very sexy. Ginny resumed her massage, although her hands trembled slightly this time as she touched the tight skin on either side of Hermione’s navel. Pornhat Or a boy?”
“No, but I’ve thought about it sometimes,” Ginny said honestly. But it’s Ron I’ve always fancied. Her mother would remind her, of course, that at her age, neither should boys. ‘Girls aren’t supposed to make me feel this way, to feel “that” need,’ Hermione thought as she pressed her triangle into Ginny’s so she could apply the lotion to
