Concoctions of Desire

Harry Potter x Hermione granger x Romilda Vane

Summary: Harry accidentally brews a potion that, when consumed, acts as an aphrodisiac for witches. This potion makes them desire him and become more compliant to his requests. It also lowers their inhibitions, making them eager for his attention.

During his sixth year, Harry discovers a book that belongs to the Half-Blood Prince. Whoever this person is, they are a lifesaver. Living alone with his mom after You-Know-Who messed up their lives was tough, and things weren't improving at Hogwarts. His favorite subject is now ruined by the greasy jerk, and he struggles with the monster inside him as he develops feelings for a girl. On top of it all, Dumbledore ignores him.

There was one upside this year: his mother was finally teaching at Hogwarts. Ever since his first year, Lily had wanted to teach at Hogwarts in order to protect him. Time after time, Dumbledore had denied her, but now she was here as the Muggle Studies professor. Although she would have been better qualified for the Charms or Potions position, it didn't matter to Lily; all that mattered was being able to keep an eye on her boy. Every year he would return home with even crazier stories, which only made her more worried with each passing year.

This time, she wanted to ensure he wouldn't get in trouble.

Harry sat in the Room of Requirement with his potions textbook, boiling a cauldron. He had an idea to brew a potion that would prevent him from sweating and smelling bad. The idea came to him when he noticed Ginny pulling back after they won a match, both of them being sweaty and smelly. It ruined the moment where he wanted to ask her out.

In deep concentration, Harry prepared the next ingredients. Suddenly, the door opened and a brunette with brushed hair and an attitude entered. Groaning, Hermione quickly approached Harry. "Can you believe him?" she said matter-of-factly. Before he could reply, Hermione continued speaking. "That idiot Ronald keeps snogging that skank Lavender whenever and wherever he wants, including the library!" She vented.

"Hermione," he tried to tell her he was busy, but his friend continued.

"Honestly! I'm surprised he hasn't killed her yet by suffocating her with his mouth!" Hermione said angrily.

Harry, not in the mood to imagine his friends snogging the busty blonde, tried to continue working carefully. He held a love potion he brewed months ago in his hand and was ready to add only a few drops to the cauldron. He liked its smell and thought it could make him smell nicer. Slowly tipping the bottle over, he carefully added the potion until…

"Are you even listening to me?" Hermione asked, angry that her best friend showed no interest in her problem. Harry was startled by the sudden increase in her voice and almost spilled the entire bottle at once.

"Damn it, Hermione!" he exclaimed, stunned by the sudden change in color of the entire mixture.

"Watch your language!" Hermione scolded. "Did you hear what I just said?" She asked, annoyed, with her hands on her hips. Irritated, Harry glanced at her and met her gaze as she raised an eyebrow, waiting for a response.

"I-I," Harry stammered.

"Ugh, boys." She rolled her eyes and walked away, leaving him alone.

Harry looked at the cauldron, unsure of what to do next. He turned on the heater beneath it and waited, hoping that the increased heat would boil away some of the love potion. As Harry waited for the potion to boil, he couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. He had never seen his concoction change color like this before, and he wasn't sure if it was a good sign or not. The mixture began to bubble and emit a strange aroma that made Harry's nose wrinkle in confusion.

Turning off the heater, he waited briefly for it to cool. Then, he filled several small bottles with the mixture. Knowing his mom would disapprove, he grabbed one and drank it without hesitation. As soon as the liquid touched his lips, Harry felt warmth spread throughout his body. Letting the room of requirement summon a mirror he looked at his reflection just in case and sighed of relief, nothing appeared to be different.

Thinking of a quick way to test his potion for its desired effect, he hurried towards the Gryffindor dorms to grab his Firebolt and fly around the Hogwarts grounds for practice. On his way, he encountered Parvati. As he passed by the Indian girl, he noticed her heavy breathing and wide-eyed expression. Awkwardly greeting her, he continued walking past and ascended the stairs to the boys' dormitory.

On his way outside he noticed multiple times girls stare at him with shocked expressions, whispering to each other and giggling.

Landing at the courtyard, he sniffed his clothes and grimaced. "Well, at least I know it didn't work," he muttered to himself. Harry slung his firebolt over his shoulder and headed back to the castle, feeling both relieved and disappointed. It appeared that his potion experiment had not yielded the desired results, which was probably a good thing.

His mother told him that creating your own potion was incredibly difficult and complex. After a quick shower and change of clothes, Harry set out to find Hermione. He knew would have some insight into what might have gone wrong with his potion. As he made his way through the corridors of Hogwarts, he couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation mixed with a touch of embarrassment. He hoped that Hermione wouldn't be too mad at him for ignoring her.

Again, every time he walked past a girl, the same thing happened. They would stare at him. It happens pretty regularly with his scar, but now it seems different. All of them smiled at him, even Slytherins.

Finally, he found Hermione. Looking around, he noticed her sitting alone by a fire, reading her book. Harry approached Hermione cautiously, unsure of how she would react to his sudden appearance. He cleared his throat and softly called out her name, trying not to startle her. Hermione looked up from her book with a surprised expression before quickly composing herself.

"I'm sorry for ignoring you Hermione," Harry apologized, feeling a mix of guilt and nervousness. Hermione raised an eyebrow and closed her, giving him a smile.

"That's okay, Harry. I shouldn't have complained to you about silly things," she said, giggling nervously as Harry joined her by the fire.

Harry looked at her confused, Hermione never giggled like that before. As they sat by the fire, Harry couldn't help notice that Hermione seemed different. She was more relaxed and if he was being honest handsy. Harry couldn't help but feel a mix of confusion and as Hermione leaned against him, almost sitting in his lap with her head on his shoulder. It was a stark departure from their usual dynamic, and he wondered if it had anything to do with the strange reaction he had been getting from other girls earlier.

"Everyting alright with Ron?" He tried making conversation.

Hermione looked up at Harry, a faint blush on her cheeks. "Doesn't matter, Ron doesn't matter. The only thing that matters is you." Harry's heart skipped a beat as Hermione's words hung in the air. He couldn't help but feel both excited and apprehensive. What did she mean by that? And why was she acting so differently towards him all of a sudden? Harry's mind raced with questions, but before he could gather his thoughts to respond, Hermione leaned in closer.

Harry felt his breath catch in his throat as Hermione brushed against his cheek. His mind was racing, trying to process the sudden change in their relationship. He had always seen Hermione as a friend, a sister even. But now, everything seems different.

As Hermione's lips met his, Harry's mind went blank. The world seemed to fade away as he responded to the unexpected kiss. It was gentle and sweet, filled with a mixture of longing and uncertainty. pulling back Harry looked at her shocked, "Are you alright?" Harry was confused.

Hermione smiled softly, her eyes filled with a mix of vulnerability and determination. "I've never been more sure about anything in my life," she whispered.

"Uhm Hermione..." Before he could finish, Hermione leaned in for a kiss again, this time kissing him more passionately. Harry's mind was in a whirlwind of emotions as he kissed her back, his heart pounding in his chest. It felt both exhilarating and terrifying at the same time. Feeling her tongue seeking entrance into his mouth, Harry's body responded instinctively. He wrapped his arms around Hermione, pulling her closer as they deepened the kiss. The fire crackled in the background, casting a warm glow over their intertwined bodies.

The kiss seemed to last forever, but eventually they pulled away, their breaths heavy and their faces flushed. Harry looked into Hermione's eyes, searching for answers. "Hermione," he said softly, his voice filled with a mix of confusion and longing.

Hermione took a deep breath, her voice filled with sincerity. "Harry, I've been in love with you for a long time," she admitted. "I just never had the courage to tell you until now."

"What changed?" he asked.

"It felt right," Hermione replied. Now he knows for sure his experiment has an effect. Smiling awkwardly, Harry felt unsure what to do next, looking Hermione in the eyes he noticed a slight pink tint in her eyes.

"Can I... kiss you?" Hermione's smile widened, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.

"I thought you'd never ask," she replied softly. With that, Harry leaned in and their lips met once again, his hands roamed her body.

He would never expect Hermione to let him touch her like that. Feeling bold, his hands roamed her body slowly, making their way down towards her bum. While Ron may have never noticed Hermione as a girl, Harry definitely did, especially her nice round bum that caught his attention on more than one occasion.

Harry gave her bum a gentle squeeze, causing Hermione to let out a small gasp of surprise. "You don't mind right?" Harry asked her.

Hermione smiled and shook her head, her eyes filled with desire. "No, I don't mind at all," she whispered, her voice husky.

Raising his eyebrows in surprise Harry continued on squeezing her bum gently, feeling the softness of her skin beneath touch. Hermione let out a low moan encouraging him to continue exploring. The intensity between them grew as their kisses became more urgent and passionate.

Pulling away, Harry watched her follow him for a moment before sadly whining at the loss of his lips on hers. "Why did you stop?" Hermione said softly, her voice filled with desire.

"I-I don't want to rush things." Harry said, his voice filled with uncertainty. "I have to make sure that this is what you really want, Hermione."

Hermione grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, pulling him closer to her. "Harry," she said firmly, her eyes burning with determination. "I've never been more sure of anything in my life. I want you, all of you."

Harry gulped. "Let's go back to the Gryffindor common room," he suggested. Hermione nodded eagerly. On their way, he noticed Hermione clinging to his body like a puppy dog. Once they arrived, they found the common room dimly lit, creating an atmosphere. Taking her hands in his he placed his forehead on hers. "See you tomorrow?" Harry whispered, his voice filled with anticipation and excitement Hermione smiled back at him, her eyes shining with happiness.

"Yes, see you tomorrow," she whispered. With that, they said goodbye for the night. Hermione entered the girls' dormitory and noticed that all the girls had their curtains pulled around their beds. Interestingly, some of them weren't as skilled with silencing charms as they believed. Near Parvati's bed, she heard slight moaning, and she also heard Fay Dunbar moaning Harry's name from her own bed.

Stepping into her own bed Hermione closed her own curtains and pulled the blankets tight around her. She couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and nervousness as lay there, replaying the passionate moments with Harry in her mind. Rubbing her legs together she slowly let her hand travel downwards to her own pleasure. She couldn't deny the arousal that had built up within her during her intimate moments with Harry. As she explored herself, Hermione couldn't help but imagine it was Harry's touch, his kisses, that were igniting these sensations.

After a while, Hermione, like the other girls in her dorm, was moaning Harry's name.

The next morning, Harry walked down the boys' dorm stairs and immediately noticed many girls closely watching his every move. He couldn't help but feel a mix of confusion and curiosity as he made his way to the Great Hall for breakfast. As he sat down at the Gryffindor table, he noticed Hermione sitting with Ginny and Luna, their heads together in deep conversation. They glanced up at him as he joined them and immidiatly the girls attitude changed as all three of them blushed sitting next to hermione he smiled at the brunette and greeted the girls with a warm "Good morning."

"Good morning," Hermione replied, blushing.

"Good morning Harry." Luna replied dreamily, her eyes sparkling.

"Morning, Harry," Ginny said cheerfully as she sat across from him, trailing her foot up his calf. Harry shivered slightly as her foot brushed against his leg. He looked at her with a mixture of surprise and curiosity in his eyes. Smiling playfully, Ginny winked at him before returning to her breakfast.

Looking over at the professor's table, he noticed his mother sitting next to Professor McGonagall. Their eyes met and he gave her a quick wave with a smile. She returned the gesture with a wink and a grin before continuing her conversation with Professor McGonagall.

Unbeknownst to Harry, the witches of Hogwarts felt attracted to him in the great hall. They stared at him as he ate breakfast. Hermione nudged him on his left and whispered, "Has Romilda offered you anything yet?"

A few days ago, Hermione warned him that Romilda wanted to dose him with a love potion. She told him to be cautious and not accept anything from her.

"No, she hasn't," he said, his eyes shifting to the gorgeous curly brunette seated a bit farther down the table. Romilda stared at him, almost entranced, with a smile.

"Well, be careful, alright?" Hermione said with concern.

"Of course," Harry reassured her. Hermione's cheeks blushed slightly.

After breakfast, the four of them walked together before going their separate ways. Before that, Harry received a kiss on the cheek from Ginny and Luna after the two fifth years left. Harry and Hermione went to charms class where they found Ron and Lavender waiting at the door, holding hands.

Lavender shifted her attention from Ron to Harry as he appeared. The blonde stared at him while he and Hermione settled into their seats, getting ready for class.

"Everything okay, Lavender?" Ron asked, confused as to why she had let go of his hand. She turned her head towards him and smiled charmingly.

"Never better," she replied.

As the day progressed, Harry couldn't shake off the feeling that someone was watching him. He noticed multiple girls stealing glances at him in the corridors and during classes. Walking alongside Hermione, Harry felt her pulling him towards a broom closet, away from curious eyes. "Hermione? What are you doing?" She quickly glanced around to make sure no one was nearby before turning to Harry and pushing him inside the closet as she entered as well.

Once inside the room, Hermione looked at him with a nervous but determined expression. Before Harry could ask her what she had planned, he felt her reach for his pants and unbuckle his belt. Harry quickly stepped back, his eyes widening in shock.

"Hermione, what are you doing?" he asked, sounding confused and concerned.

"I want it harry." Hemrione said desperate, "I've been thinking about it all day." pushing her bottom lip inwards biting it teasingly.

"I-I," Harry stuttered. Hermione continued working on his belt and pants. Then, his pants dropped and Hermione snaked through her legs, pulling him closer to her.

She looked up at him with a mischievous smile and whispered, "I want you, Harry."

Harry felt like he might pass out. Hermione was on her knees in front of him, stroking his thighs sensually with his pants down. "Don't you want me as well?" She said her voice was husky with desire. Harry's mind was racing, to process what was happening.

Hermione opened a few buttons on her uniform, giving him a perfect view down her cleavage. Letting out a loud breath Hermione rubbed her face against his crotch smiling as she said "Just say the word and I'll make all your fantasies come true." Harry's heart was pounding in his chest as he tried to comprehend the situation. Hermione added light kisses to his inner thighs, sending shivers down his spine. The air in the broom closet suddenly felt thick with tension, Harry's mind was in a whirl of confusion and desire.

"I-I want you to..." his hands went around the waistband of his boxers and he hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do next. The intensity of the situation overwhelmed him, and he struggled to find his voice. Hermione continued to gaze up at him with anticipation, her eyes filled with desire. Pushing his boxers down to join his pants on the floor, Harry took a breath and finally gave in to own desires. He reached down and gently ran his fingers through Hermione's hair, guiding her closer to him. "Kiss it." He whispered, his voice barely audible.

Hermione's eyes lit up with excitement as she leaned in and pressed her lips against him, planting a soft kiss on the tip. Harry let out a shaky breath as he felt a surge of pleasure shoot through his body. "Merlin! that feels amazing," he moaned, his eyes fluttering closed. Hermione continued to kiss and lick him, her hands working in sync with her mouth as she pleasured him. Harry's head was spinning with pleasure and disbelief. He had never imagined that this would happen between them.

Using his hand, he gently guided her head to move around his cock while she continued pleasuring him. Her actions started to become more intense, her tongue swirling around him and her hand gripping him firmly. Harry's moans grew louder as the pleasure intensified, his body trembling with desire. Hermione was skilled and confident in her actions, driving him closer to the edge with each movement. "Shit Mione! I can't believe this is happening," Harry gasped, his voice filled with a mix of pleasure and disbelief. Hermione smiled at the nickname and continued to pleasure him, her movements becoming faster and more fervent.

"Suck it," Harry commanded, and Hermione eagerly complied. She took him deeper into her mouth. The experience was overwhelming for Harry, as he felt a surge of pleasure course through his body. "Fuck! Hermione, that feels incredible," Harry groaned, his voice with ecstasy. Hermione continued suck and lick him, her mouth working expertly to bring him to the brink of orgasm. The sensations were overwhelming, and Harry could feel himself getting closer and closer to release.

"I'm gonna come, Mione," Harry stuttered, his voice strained with pleasure. Hermione pulled back slightly, her eyes filled with anticipation and excitement.

"Yes, Harry. Let go," she urged him, her voice filled with desire. Hermione held his shaft and aimed it towards her cleavage.

Harry couldn't hold back any longer. With a final deep moan, he released himself onto Hermione's waiting breasts. The sight of his pleasure coating her skin only fueled his excitement further. Hermione smirked, using her fingers to spread the warmth across her chest as she watched Harry come undone.

"THat-That was increadible," Harry stammered, his breath heavy as he tried to regain his composure.

"I'm glad you enjoyed that," Hermione replied, a satisfied smile on her face.

Hermione started to clean herself up, using her wand to conjure a warm towel and wipe off the evidence of their passionate encounter. Harry watched her with a mix of awe and gratitude, still trying to process what had just happened between them. "Don't you want me to you know relieve you as well?" Harry said akwardly.

Hermione paused, looking at Harry with a mix of surprise and tenderness in her eyes. She reached out and gently placed her hand on his cheek, providing comfort. "Harry," she said softly, "Maybe next time, it's a little sore from last night." Hermione smirked, teasing him some more she added. "Dreaming about you fucking my brains out really hard last night had me feeling a bit sore today. But don't worry, there will be plenty of opportunities for you to take care of me in the future." Harry's mouth hung open, her confession leaving him speechless.

"Now pull up your pants and let's go study," Hermione said, her voice playful yet determined. Harry promptly obeyed, feeling embarrassed as he adjusted his clothes.

Hermione and Harry gathered their belongings and made their way to the library, trying to act as if nothing had happened between them. As they sat down at a table, Hermione opened her textbook and began flipping through the pages, pretending to focus on her studies. Harry couldn't help but steal glances at her, his mind still reeling from their encounter.

A little later, Romilda Vane approached them. "What do you want?" Hermione asked, annoyed. Romilda smirked and leaned on the table, eyeing Harry seductively.

Romilda Vane leaned closer, her voice dripping with mischief. "Can I borrow Harry for a study session?" Harry glanced at the brunette, unconvinced. Hermione raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed by Romilda's advances.

Hermione crossed her arms and looked at Romilda with a stern expression. "Harry is busy studying with me right now. If you need help, I suggest finding someone else."

Romilda pouted and (not-so) accidentally dropped her bag on the floor. "Oops." She bent her knees and crawled under the table where Hermione and Harry were sitting, making her way between Harry's legs.

Hermione's eyes widened in shock as Romilda continued to crawl under the table, her actions becoming more brazen and inappropriate. Hermione grabbed her wand ready to act untill harry stopped her. Romilda's hands reached for Harry's belt but were caught by Harry, who firmly held onto her wrists. "Mione cast a not-notice me charm on us." Hermione hesitated for a moment, unsure of to do. But seeing the determined look Harry's face, she quickly cast a Notice-Me-Not charm on both of them. The charm would make them unnoticed by anyone around them. "Good." he praised Hermione who blushed slightly.

"What are you doing, Romilda?" Harry asked, gripping her wrists tightly. Romilda smirked at him, mischief and desire gleaming in her eyes. He also noticed the same pink tint in Hermione's eyes since his potion attempt.

Maybe Romilda is affected by his potion. How far would she go? He thought. "Unzip my pants," Harry commanded, releasing Romilda's wrists.

"Harry!" Hermione exclaimed in a hushed whisper, her eyes widening in disbelief. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. Romilda didn't hesitate to comply with Harry's command, her hands trembling slightly as she reached for his zipper.

Romilda pulled down Harry's pants, but he stopped her before she could touch him. Looking up, Romilda noticed Harry's dark green eyes. "Use your mouth," he said. Romilda was surprised by Harry's request, and Hermione was shocked, her face turning red. Romilda opened her mouth, and her little pink tongue darted out to wet her lips. Harry shuddered as he watched Romilda lick up his shaft.

Harry reached out and grabbed Hermione's hand, pulling her close to him. He whispered in her ear, "Grab her hair. You decide how much she'll please me." Hermione took a firm grip of Romilda's hair, hesitating for a moment. But when she saw the smug grin on Romilda's face, she knew it was time to assert herself. She tightened her grip on Romilda's hair and guided her movements as she pleasured Harry with her mouth.

As Hermione expertly guided Romilda's every movement, Harry found himself overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through his body. With a blissful surrender, he closed his eyes and allowed a deep moan of pleasure to escape from his lips. The intensity of the moment was heightened by Hermione's bold statement to Romilda, her words dripping with both authority and desire. "You're such an enticing little minx, aren't you?" Hermione whispered seductively, her voice carrying a mix of admiration and playful dominance.

Romilda, unable to contain her desires and frustrations any longer, let out a deep, passionate moan that resonated through the room. Her voice filled with both agreement and longing as she whispered, "Yes...a dirty Gryffindor whore." Hermione, fueled by an intoxicating mix of power and desire, took control of the situation. With a firm yet gentle forcefulness in her actions, she pushed Romilda down onto Harry's throbbing shaft.

"Wow, that's amazing, Mione," Harry exclaimed. "Use your mouth to please me," Romilda eagerly said as she skillfully pleasured Harry. Hermione confidently directed their actions, becoming more self-assured with each passing moment.

Hermione tugged on Romilda's hair, her away from Harry's shaft. Romilda's mouth popped off with a wet sound, and she looked up at Hermione with a mix of surprise and anticipation. Hermione smirked down at her, her eyes filled with a newfound confidence. "Not yet," she saidkily, her voice dripping with authority. "There's something else I want you to do." pushing her head a little lower she moved Romilda towards harry's balls.

Hermione positioned Romilda's head closer to Harry's balls, her grip her hair firm but gentle. She looked down at Romilda with a mischievous smile, reveling in the power she held over both of them. "Now, get back to work whore."

Romilda obediently followed Hermione's command, taking Harry's balls into her mouth and lavishing with attention. The sensation sent waves of pleasure through Harry's body, causing him to moan in delight. Hermione watched with a mix of satisfaction and arousal as Romilda eagerly pleasured Harry.

Hermione brings her other hand to the show, taking Harry's shaft in her hand and starting to stroke it. The combined sensations of Romilda pleasuring his balls and Hermione's skilled hand on his shaft send waves of pleasure coursing through Harry's body. He moans in delight, unable to contain his arousal any longer. "empty those balls all over her gryffindor whore face Harry." Hermione whispered seductively, her voice dripping with desire. Harry's breath hitched at her words, his arousal reaching its peak.

Hermione continued to stroke Harry's shaft with a firm grip, her movements synchronized with Romilda's skilled attention on his balls. The intensity of their combined efforts pushed Harry closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy. He could feel himself reaching the brink, his body trembling with anticipation.

"Here it comes." Harry's voice quivered with anticipation as he felt the surge of pleasure building within him. Hermione pulled Romilda off Harry's balls holding the brunette in place stroking Harry's shaft with increased urgency. Romilda's eyes widened with anticipation as she felt Harry's release approaching.

Harry ejaculated onto Romilda's face, his semen landing in thick strands across her cheeks and lips. Hermione observed with a combination of satisfaction and arousal as Harry reached his climax, enjoying the sight of Romilda covered in his ejaculation. "You dirty whore," Hermione whispered, her voice filled with desire. Romilda's face was a mixture of pleasure and surprise as she felt Harry's release on her skin. Hermione continued to stroke Harry's shaft gently, ensuring every last drop was released onto Romilda's face. "You're nothing but Harry's plaything," Hermione said, her voice filled with dominance and possessiveness. Romilda's breath hitched at Hermione's words, a mixture of pleasure and submission washing over her.

"Clean Harry up and make sure everything is clean before you pull his pants back up," Hermione commanded. Her words hung in the air as Romilda obediently leaned forward to lick Harry clean. She ran her tongue along his shaft, tasting his release as she carefully cleaned every trace of semen from his skin. Hermione watched with a satisfied smirk as Romilda dutifully followed her instructions, ensuring that Harry was completely clean before pulling his pants back up.

Harry grabbed Hermione's hand and held it out to Romilda, which stroked Harry's shaft covered in a mixture of his semen. "Clean her hand as well," Harry commanded dominantly. Romilda didn't hesitate to obey, leaning forward and taking Hermione's hand and her mouth. She sucked each finger, swirling her tongue around them to ensure they were thoroughly cleaned.

"Good girl," Harry smirked at her.

"Clean yourself up now," Harry said firmly. Romilda obeyed, using her white blouse to wipe off the remaining semen from her face and hands. She crawled out from under the table and pulled her Gryffindor robes around her body, covering her ruined cum-soaked blouse. Hermione waved her wand lifting the not-notice me charm from the table, allowing them to rejoin the rest of the students without drawing attention.

Harry walked over to Romilda and whispered, "I'll call you when I need you." Romilda met his gaze as he pulled back and nodded. "Go ahead," Harry said dismissively. Romilda nodded again and left the library, her face showing a mix of embarrassment and anticipation. Hermione watched her go, a satisfied smile on her lips.