Hogwarts: A little lion in the skin of the Eagle School

Back at the Order of the Phoenix, Professor Moody reported on the results of the operation.

John went back to his room to rest.

Oh dear, it's so late.

Even if Hermione came, she must have gone back.

Thinking this, John pushed open his bedroom door.

I wonder if Hermione took the orange cat back with her.

John looked around the room.

Ok?

Why is the blanket on our bed so bulging and slightly undulating?

John seemed to remember something, and subconsciously softened his movements, moving around to the other side of the bed.

Peeking out, he saw Hermione sleeping soundly in his bed, holding Crookshanks.

Bad news, I went out and didn't see Hermione.

Good news, Hermione has crawled into her own bed.

As if sensing someone approaching, the orange tabby in Hermione's arms opened its eyes.

Upon recognizing John, it let out a lazy "meow~" that was drawn out and carried a hint of disdain and a touch of arrogance.

"Shh, shh!"

John quickly held up a finger to signal Big Orange to be quiet.

Firstly, he didn't want to wake Hermione, and secondly, he wanted to see Hermione's incredibly soft sleeping face a little longer.

But the big orange bird ignored him.

It wriggled free from Hermione's embrace, and even the sleeping Hermione was jostled awake by its nudging.

Hermione's eyelashes fluttered, her nose wrinkled slightly, like a kitten disturbed from its slumber, and she mumbled indistinctly, "Crooked Hill... stop messing around..."

While talking in her sleep, her hand was still groping around where the orange cat had gone, as if she wanted to take the orange cat back with her.

Seeing this, John had a sudden inspiration and leaned his head closer.

After Hermione grabbed John's head, she pulled him into her arms, stroking his hair with her small hands from time to time, as if she were petting a cat.

John nestled in Hermione's soft, fragrant embrace, not daring to move an inch.

Hmm...it's a little uncomfortable though.

But, even when they're small, they're still very cute...

Following Hermione's movements, John slowly slipped into bed.

John remained nestled in Hermione's arms, even reaching out to wrap his arms around her waist and burying his face even deeper.

My hand brushed against a small patch of skin peeking out from the neckline of her pajamas; the warm, faintly lavender-scented touch felt like a cloud bathed in sunlight.

At this moment, all worries are healed.

Although we don't have many worries.

But that doesn't stop us from enjoying this gentle haven.

Hmm? That's strange...

Has Hermione's heartbeat gotten louder? Faster? And her body temperature is strangely high...?

Just as John was engrossed in the moment, he suddenly felt Hermione's heartbeat growing louder.

I'm not sure, let me listen again.

John pressed his ear directly against Hermione's chest, unaware that Hermione's body trembled slightly.

Boom, boom, boom!

Her heartbeat quickened, and Hermione's temperature continued to rise.

Not redeemable!

Could it be that she...

"Does he have a fever?"

John blurted it out instinctively.

Hermione, who had been awake for a while, was speechless.

I almost laughed out of anger.

Just now, she was sleeping soundly when Crookshan, who was restless in her arms, woke her up.

But because I was drowsy and too sleepy, I only subconsciously wanted to bring Crookshan back to continue sleeping.

Then she hugged something hard and furry.

Because of her familiar scent, he pulled her into his arms without thinking.

Before she could drift back to sleep, she felt something restless in her arms. It hugged her waist like a person and kept rubbing against her chest.

She woke up immediately.

She secretly opened her eyes and saw John, who had returned at some point, nestled in her arms, being mischievous.

After a few seconds of mental blankness, she decisively chose to continue pretending to be asleep.

But John's actions became increasingly daring.

She simply couldn't control her heartbeat.

Just when she thought she was about to be exposed, John blurted out this sentence.

As John reminisced, he quietly slipped out of her embrace, and Hermione continued to pretend to be asleep.

John waved his wand, conjuring a basin of water and some clean water. He soaked a dry towel in the water, wrung it out, and then gently placed it on Hermione's forehead.

Hmm, it's probably just a mild fever. No need to take medicine; taking too much medicine isn't good for your health.

John was torn between waking Hermione up to ask what was going on—after all, her eyelashes were still trembling and her face was as red as a dripping apple.

Her body temperature doesn't seem like a high fever, so why does she look so uncomfortable?

Just as she was hesitating whether to wake Hermione, the orange tabby cat that had been at the foot of the bed suddenly meowed.

John looked in the direction of the sound, and was about to tell Big Orange to be quiet.

Then I saw Orange sitting at Hermione's feet. Hermione's feet were not covered by the blanket, and her ten toes were interlocked together.

?

Is this so uncomfortable that you're picking your toes?

Not yet, wait a moment.

John seemed to realize something and finally came to his senses.

Could Hermione actually be awake?

My rapid heartbeat and elevated body temperature are entirely because of me?

John glanced at Hermione's slightly trembling eyelashes, her reddened ear tips, and then at her clasped feet.

After a moment's hesitation, John reached under the covers and placed his hand on her soft little belly.

This time, he could clearly feel Hermione's body tremble violently after he touched her.

"..."

Oh.

OK OK.

So you're playing this game?

John's lips curled into a cryptic smile.

Then we'll play along to the very end.

John's hand slowly moved down to the hem of Hermione's nightgown, then slipped into Hermione's waist and grasped her warm, delicate waistline.

Hermione's body trembled even more noticeably, but she kept her eyes closed.

Why aren't you awake yet?

John was slightly taken aback upon seeing this, but then continued his attack.

His hand was still circling around Hermione's waist, while he leaned down to Hermione's ear and blew a warm breath into it.

"Hmm..."

Hermione instinctively shrank her neck, letting out a soft whimper.

Why aren't you opening your eyes?

John's fingertips paused, but his smile deepened.

He applied slight pressure to her waist, and Hermione trembled again, her toes instantly arching.

Taking advantage of the slight tremor in Hermione's mouth, John kissed Hermione's red lips.

"Ugh!..."

Hermione finally couldn't keep up the act anymore.

She opened her wet eyes and, without thinking, wrapped her arms around John's neck, passionately responding to his kiss.

After a long while, the two finally parted their lips, panting.

Looking into Hermione's wet, misty eyes, John's Adam's apple bobbed, his fingertips still lingering on her waist, his heart pounding like a drum.

But they stubbornly held on and didn't go any further.

After pausing for a moment, he was just about to say something teasing to Hermione.

"Hermione... ugh!"

Hermione, however, showed no sportsmanship and silenced John by gagging him again.

John was a little stunned by the forceful kiss.

"Wait... um..."

John tried to say something, but Hermione didn't give him the chance.

From the very first moment John nestled against her, Hermione's heart was already fluttering with desire.

Although I almost laughed out loud at John's subsequent actions.

But seeing how worried John was about her, she couldn't help but fall for him.

After being "bullied" like that again, she completely lost control of herself.

Direct offense and defense are easy to form.

He kept pressing John down and demanding kisses.

She's the older sister, after all; she can easily handle a younger brother who's three years younger than her.

John finally recalled the days when Hermione picked him up like a chick.

This time, however, instead of lifting him up, they pressed him down with such force that he couldn't move.

Resisting too much might hurt her, so he could only let Hermione do as she pleased...