Ron
Ron rolled his tongue around inside, a low rumbling in his throat as he tasted every nook and cranny he could find. The somewhat familiar taste of her arousal couldn't account for the same delectable flavor he recognized from earlier when he licked her face in the clothing store. It could have been due to whatever he had become, or it could be because Anne was from another world, or he could just be thinking in hyperbole because it had been almost two years since he did something like this. It didn't matter; he licked harder, paused, and pulled his tongue out. It was just a moment while he switched, a rough finger pushing in where his tongue had been and his tongue pressing down where the finger used to be.
His other hand reached up to squeeze at her unattended chest, and that arm's elbow did the work of pressing down on her belly to keep her grounded like she was. It would be more uncomfortable for her if he hadn't already confirmed the tight muscle under the soft cushion of skin there; as it was it was just, he was sure, one sensation of many.