Hermione bit into her lip when he jumped up, silently fearing the worse. It had finally nearly happened, but they were interrupted. Really, it was just their luck.
Sighing inaudibly, she nodded at his question. "Yes," she said softly at first and then cleared her throat. "Of course I am. I just - I just need to pull this out." And that's what she did. She gently pulled the stinger out of her hand and brought her finger up to her lip to suck on it. She couldn't look at him, not yet; her face was too red and she was scared to see the look on his face - the one that would say it was all a mistake.
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