Hermione was thankful she wasn't religious.
She was sure that it was sin,
whatever they were doing.
Surely no God would approve of
the way he kissed down her neck
slow and sensual and sweet
Making her heart beat like a drum
Surely no God would approve of
the piles of their clothes on the floor
heaped, discarded
tossed away in the throes of passion
Surely no God would approve of
their naked bodies pressed together,
sated, basking in afterglow
whispering declarations of love
She would be happy to live in sin
with the one that she loved