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

Hermione, nestled in John's arms, finally felt John's masculinity.

This was the first time I had a direct experience of how strong John was.

You can pick yourself up so easily.

In his hands, he was just as powerless to resist as Crookshank.

Just a few years ago, he was still a tiny kid, smaller and weaker than her...

There's a kind of puppy you raise that, before you know it, grows into a large dog that can pin you against the wall.

My heart was instantly filled with a sense of accomplishment and a feeling of contrast.

"What's wrong?"

"You were so arrogant just now, and now you're so well-behaved?"

John looked at Hermione, who was cowering in his arms, and couldn't help but mock her.

Hermione couldn't stand being stared at by John any longer.

He simply covered his face and refused to say anything.

Doesn't that mean acquiescence, or submission?

John grinned, too lazy to even turn off the living room lights, and carried Hermione straight back to the room.

Then he simply threw her onto his big bed.

"ah!"

Startled by being suddenly thrown out, Hermione slumped onto the soft mattress.

Then he opened those innocent eyes.

John's magnified, mischievous face completely filled my field of vision.

......

The next morning.

Hermione groggily got out of bed and stretched comfortably.

Then he casually glanced to the side.

One glance was enough to freeze the person in place.

John was lying sprawled out beside her, one arm draped over her waist, fast asleep and completely unsuspecting.

As consciousness returned, memories of last night flooded back like a tide.

They slept together last night.

Although it wasn't the first time, all the previous ones were accidents.

This time, it was voluntary, completely and utterly; they snuggled together and entwined as they slept.

Hermione held her breath, trying to calm her racing heart.

Although they didn't do anything outrageous last night, John is still a minor, and she doesn't want to go to jail.

But the feeling of him touching my body last night is still vivid in my mind.

Hermione looked at John, who was still fast asleep, and finally sighed helplessly.

It contains both a hint of indulgent pampering and a kind of "motherly" worry.

What I tolerated was his outrageous behavior last night, and what I worried about was his lazy and unrestrained youthful appearance.

After changing her clothes, Hermione carefully tidied her hair and clothes in front of the mirror to prevent the hickeys on her neck from being noticed.

After confirming that everything is correct.

Hermione then slowly pushed open the door and went out, intending to pretend that she hadn't slept at John's place last night.

But as soon as I pushed the door open...

"Well...."

"Um....?"

Outside the door, John's mother, who was also up early to prepare breakfast, passed by Hermione in the corridor and bumped into her as she came out.

The two locked eyes, and the air froze for half a second.

"Good morning... Auntie..."

Hermione's cheeks flushed, but she forced a weak, awkward smile and greeted John's mother.

John's mother glanced at Hermione, then at the door.

"Ouch—" Coming to her senses, her eyes immediately curved into crescents as she took Hermione's little hand.

"Good morning, Hermione, hahaha..."

She tried to act naturally, as if it were perfectly reasonable for Hermione to come out of John's room, so as not to embarrass Hermione.

But she desperately wanted to peek inside to confirm whether her precious son was also in there, or if they had switched rooms to sleep in.

Hermione was incredibly embarrassed by his appearance.

"Ah, Auntie, let's go prepare breakfast, I'll help you."

Hermione had no choice but to quickly grab John's mother's wrist and head towards the kitchen.

"Oh, uh, okay, I..."

John's mother was being pulled along, yet she kept trying to look back, just like a junior being led by an elder.

The reversal of the Heavenly Gang is considered to be true.

......

The sizzling sound of eggs frying in the kitchen had just begun when John's mother lowered her voice and leaned close to Hermione's ear: "Little Hermione...did you sleep well last night?"

Before he could finish speaking, he quickly added another sentence.

"...Of course, Auntie isn't trying to find out anything! She's just... curious about your sleep quality!"

Hermione's hand trembled, and she almost threw the whisk into the oil pan.

After a long silence, Hermione finally spoke.

"fragrant...."

As she spoke, she kept her head down, not daring to look at anyone. Her thick hair covered her completely, with only a little bit of her reddened ear tips showing.

"It's just... it's a bit hot..."

After all, someone sleeps like an octopus, and insists on burying their face in her arms and rubbing against her.

Upon hearing this, John's mother's eyes lit up, but she immediately coughed lightly and pretended to be serious as she spoke.

"Oh... cough, John has always been a restless sleeper, please bear with him."

"Um..."

Then there was another silence in the kitchen, with only the sizzling of the oil in the pan.

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"Last night you..."

"We didn't do anything last night!"

John's mother suddenly asked a question and answered quickly, and Hermione replied almost instantly.

As soon as they finished speaking, their eyes met.

After a moment of silence, John's mother couldn't help but burst out laughing, tapping Hermione's burning forehead with her fingertip.

"Silly child, I'm not interrogating you. I've been there too."

"My son isn't as good at coaxing and taking care of people as you are. He's really lucky to have met you."

"Ah, but of course, my son is pretty good in many ways too~"

"Mom doesn't object to you two being together~"

Hearing these words, Hermione, who had been so tense she couldn't breathe, suddenly leaned limply against the edge of the kitchen counter like a rag doll with all its bones removed.

Strictly speaking, Hermione and John's relationship was always kept secret.

The parents are the type who see through things but don't say anything.

While seemingly not objecting, they actually didn't agree either.

Although John's parents seemed to cherish her appearance, it was because they cherished her as a well-behaved and sensible person.

Instead of treasuring her as a daughter-in-law.

That's why she was nervous.

Only those who have truly experienced it understand how torturous it is to feel that something seems certain yet remains uncertain.

Now that she was truly accepted, Hermione completely collapsed at the kitchen counter.

She opened her mouth, wanting to say "Thank you, Auntie," but only a faint breath escaped her throat, like honey syrup melted by the sun, thick and hot.

"Actually, you can call me Mom now~" John's mother saw what Hermione wanted to say and smiled and winked.

Hermione: "..."

Then the mother and son couldn't help but laugh, just like real family.

Just then.

"Honey, why does it smell burnt?"

John's father's puzzled voice suddenly came from the living room.

"...Well?"

Both of them were stunned for a moment before they came to their senses.

Then, at the same time, they looked at the bottom of the pan, which had been dried out, and the fried egg that was completely stuck to the bottom of the pan.

Today's breakfast at John's house.

It's a dark version of a heart-shaped fried egg.