The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

In a hurry, she was really in a hurry.

"Don't move around!" During Hermione's lunch break, she held Cyrus' head tightly, and Cyrus was pressed by her on the inner side of the sofa. For a full hour, he felt that his arms were going to be stiff. .

Crookshanks lay listlessly on the carpet, looking at the two two-legged beasts with contempt.

"I'm almost out of breath..." Cyrus tried his best to raise his face, trying to move his body.

Both of them were lying on their sides, and Cyrus was facing the innermost side, huddling his body helplessly, which allowed Hermione to just press his chin on top of his head, with one of her legs bent between hers, The other one is on top.

Both of Hermione's hands passed under his armpits, rubbing him into her arms in an almost hugging manner.

In a very caring gesture... warm, reassuring, and drowsy, 'love' is like temperature, exchanged through school robes and shirts.

"Lie down for a while~" She woke up slowly, her legs in stockings subconsciously lifted up, making a 'curling' movement, which made Cyrus gasp.

His legs clamped tighter now, and he trembled immediately.

"Minn! Don't move your legs!!" He pushed back, but was immediately suppressed by Hermione, and the girl pressed down with her chin.

"It's time? I remember the exam was at 4pm..."

She spoke in a daze, and wiped the saliva from the corner of her mouth with a golden ball. Perhaps because Cyrus woke her up, Hermione pushed her knee up impatiently.

Apparently, this was on purpose...she was going to fight him!

Who let someone steal an excellent 'o' from her?She was upset when she thought that there was an 'o' missing from the report card except Potions... She didn't expect Cyrus to win yesterday by a trick...

What about the missing 'o' on the near-perfect transcript?This piece Cyrus must make up for!

"At least let me take a break!"

Merlin's long beard, Gandalf's rotten wand...she doesn't know where she is!

The two of them are almost perfect, and they fit together through the clothes. Hermione could clearly feel the trembling of the golden hairball in her arms. She rubbed her chin viciously against the top of her head...

Even Crookshanks turned his head away, because he had never seen Hermione look so...well...malicious, let's say.

Hermione, who was still in a half-awake state, thought that Cyrus' trembling was due to happiness and excitement, and what he said was just to cover up his heart, so her left leg, which was wearing thin stockings, stretched hard Lift up.

Her knees and thighs seemed to reach her head before she stopped.

'No...I'm going out...'

If Hermione pinched his face at this moment, she would find that Cyrus was almost boiling hot at this moment, as if he had just stepped out of a bathtub filled with hot water.

He was singing the songs of Middle-earth in his mind...but several times the meditations failed.

When going to Granger's house this time, Cyrus must...must tell Mr. Granger!Shout out to him all about the demon Granger!

It was the exam week before the end of the school year, and it was already summer in England, so Hermione dressed very coolly... Although she was used to it, after all, Cyrus was bullied by her since she was a child, but he didn't!

The thinness of the summer slacks made him even feel Hermione's tight touch.

The outer school robe and her black stockings made her moist and well-proportioned legs look like a French aristocratic girl wearing gloves and stroking him gently and lingeringly.

He couldn't sleep like Hermione at all, and now, Cyrus finally regretted it, knowing that, he shouldn't have promised Hermione: until all the time before the exam, Hermione had his 'use'.

"Cyrus..." He seemed to have heard Hermione's dream, but he was not sure.

"What? What's the matter?"

Cyrus asked her tentatively, but Hermione didn't pay attention, she just kept whispering, and the countless murmurs, like worms, burrowed into her brain from her ears.

The itching that penetrated deep into the skin was accompanied by a few soft giggles.

"Cy... rus... don't... don't run, let me eat you..." Hermione clasped her hands together in front of his chest, when her sandwiched legs moved forward When bending, Cyrus had to bow his whole body.

Suffering...but Cyrus had to admit the happiness in it.

Especially the sense of security brought by the suffocating hug is the unique treasure in this world... Time?This concept has long since disappeared with the ups and downs of the heart, leaving nothing but nothingness.

Hermione didn't know what she dreamed about in her sleep, her hands and legs were groping around restlessly, when the French girl touched with her perfectly slender hands, Cyrus' brain started to work. ..

Imagination brought the picture to life, and the darkness behind Cyrus' eyes closed was like a curtain, on which every inch he loved was projected, every detail of when he helped Hermione put her shoes on like a carousel.

He could hear the blood rushing in his head, and Hermione's every snort melted into the air around him, feeding Cyrus' mind... giving him a dopamine surge...

Hardcore!Too hardcore! !

"Meow!" Crookshanks Alarm Clock yelled on time, it quickly jumped on top of the two of them, and each of them patted.

Hermione, who woke up, turned her face inexplicably. She quickly pushed Cyrus away, turned over and sat up, straightening her wrinkled skirt, with a little flush still remaining on her face.

"Let's go, why are you still standing there?" She urged Cyrus in disgust.

"Hmm... huh? Oh... you were dreaming" Cyrus' eyes were dull, even Hermione was still bent over, and there was still some drool on his face when someone slept.

The messy brown-blonde hair clung to his cheeks, and finally... Cyrus stood up, and in the boundless darkness, he subconsciously put his palms on his knees under the long flowing skirt.

He was aggrieved by Hermione's rude call, and Cyrus numbly grabbed his robe and put it on his body, looking miserable like a woman who was kicked out on a rainy street wearing only a raincoat.

Looking at Hermione's gaze, in addition to numbness, there was also some complexity and resentment, Hermione's back was covered with goose bumps.

"I was dreaming? What's the matter..." The girl turned around immediately, her disheveled hair blocked her red ears, she panicked, and prayed in her heart that she didn't say something nonsense.

But... in fact, it's not just about 'talking'.

"It's nothing, let's go...I just didn't sleep well." Cyrus stood up with difficulty, fastened the school robe, and the hem of the lowered clothes was blown down above his knees, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

Didn't sleep well?He wasn't asleep at all! !

"You flashed to the waist?"

"No." There was a tremor in Cyrus's calm voice.

"Then why are you always hunched over?"

"It's not because of you!" Cyrus glared at her, so unknowingly, and kept away from Hermione, with at least one body in between, "It's clear! Everything is clear!!"

"Honey, don't stay so far~"

Although Hermione didn't know what happened, it was right to apologize anyway... Perhaps because she felt sorry, she took a step, hugged Cyrus from behind, and entangled him at the corner of the corridor on the eighth floor.

"Don't come here!" Cyrus tugged down the wizard's robe in a hopeless manner.

"Allow you to take a nap next to me tonight..."

"No! No!"

At this moment, Cyrus was forced to know something, it was very vague...but it probably seemed like an expression of some kind of emotion, or pure enjoyment.