Together [HP]

"That's great." Jacqueline glanced regretfully at the freshly cut, juicy beef on her and Hermione's plates. "very nice."

At this time, the music resounding through the square stopped, and everyone was whispering to each other, asking almost the same question.

"Jacqueline has a girlfriend?"

"Who is our little Jackie?"

"Oh, my God, she's that age too."

Jacqueline took a big sip of butter beer as if accepting her fate, "This is what I want you to do, let the whole village know."

"Hey," Hermione said pretending to be a little dissatisfied, "Is that why you can't do it?"

"Well," Jacqueline sighed, "I feel like I'm paying my debts for what I did. You'd better have a sip of your butterbeer while it's still warm, or I don't think you're paying What other chance is there?"

Hermione felt a little confused, it didn't sound like anything good was going to happen, "Jacqueline, what the hell is going to happen?"

Jacqueline didn't speak, her eyes looked at the crowd, a short little goblin came out a little drunk.

"Oh, no." Jacqueline groaned, and she whispered in Hermione's ear, "That's Ann, the toughest one. I don't think we'll have a good night."

"You are Hermione? Miss Granger?" Ann walked up to Hermione, and said in his sharp voice, like a stone passing through glass.

"Yes, I am." Hermione nodded, out of politeness, Hermione still asked, "Are you?"

"I'm Ann." Ann said loudly, and then he clapped his hands, and Hermione was surprised to find that the people in the square began to surround them three layers inside and three layers outside.Most of them wore modified Muggle clothes, but there were also some wizards in robes.And An stood in front of them, a little jumping up and down. "Quiet, quiet, all quiet!" He pressed his hands down with great style, although the square is very quiet now, and no one uttered a word.

"You know the rules, one question per person, no repetition, no competition!" Ann shouted loudly.

"What are they going to do?" Hermione asked in horror, looking a little frightened.

"It's okay." Jacqueline squeezed Hermione's hand tightly with her mouth curled up. "It's just some routine questions, if you don't think you can answer them..."

"Have you ever kissed?" A childish voice sounded in front of them.

"Hi!" Jacqueline's face turned red all of a sudden, and the corners of her eyes were a little red. She took a step forward, directly over Ann's head, and shouted at a little girl with pointed ears at the front of the crowd. "That's the first question, Eric, take her back quickly!"

"Jacqueline," said Hermione, pulling Jacqueline's robes behind her, "don't yell at a child."

"Child?" Jacqueline turned her head to look at Hermione with a distorted expression, her eyebrows almost raised to the sky. "Don't be fooled by her appearance, she looked like this ten years ago. And going forward, maybe she was like this when my mother was ten years old!"

"Then you shouldn't be yelling at an elderly man." The little girl said angrily, but Jacqueline turned her head and stared at her viciously, and she hid behind the crowd in fright.

Hermione looked incredible, but she still stepped forward and held Jacqueline, "Okay, Jacqueline, don't, um... don't do this."

Jacqueline still glanced at her with some anger, then turned her head and shouted at the people around, "Hermione is not from the local area!" She shouted, "What's the matter with you, come to me. But If..." She snorted, "Graham, revenge must be revenged, and kindness must be repaid. This is the 20th rule of our ancestors!"

The people around them fell silent, and for a moment Hermione didn't know whether to be happy that Jacqueline was protecting her like this, or to blame her for making her villagers angry.

"Are you a Hogwarts student too?" Pete asked after a silence.

"It's too simple!" An said sharply, "It's too obvious. Which college are you from? This, uh..."

"Granger, my name is Hermione Granger." Hermione said.

"Miss Granger, which college are you from?" Ann asked.

"I'm from Gryffindor, and I'm in the same year as Jacqueline."

Small discussions erupted in the crowd immediately.

"Another Gryffindor? Isn't one enough?"

"It's hard to say. But if I ask you, I don't think she's the same as James."

"I don't think Graham's folks would welcome another Gryffindor after that Harris. Look what he's put them through!"

"The things that happened that year were not all the responsibility of James alone. If it were you, it wouldn't be much better?"

"Quiet, everyone is quiet!" Ann shouted at the crowd, "This is not what we are going to discuss now! Who has any other questions."

"Me! Me!" Pairs of hands were raised around them, like a forest formed by all kinds of different palms.

Jacqueline took a deep breath and let it out long. She looked up at the sky full of stars. "I'm starting to think it's going to be late tonight."

"I think so too," said Hermione sadly, looking at her.Then she took Jacqueline's hand, "But no matter how late, I will be with you."

"Have you seen the Marquis, Mrs. Graham?" a person whose skin was like bark asked loudly.

"She was my ancient runes teacher at Hogwarts." Hermione replied.

"She was at our Christmas lunch today, and my family loves her," said Jacqueline proudly. "So watch your words and deeds!"

"She was at Christmas lunch? Oh my god, that's wonderful. Jacqueline must love her, they must have been together for a long time."

"But why haven't we heard you mention it!" said a man in a gray robe. "Did you hide her for so long because you didn't want us to ask questions?"

"We're only officially together today," Jacqueline said aloud.

"But..." The man wanted to ask further, but Jacqueline shouted directly.

"next."

And so, one question after another, some Hermiones were able and willing to answer.And some, before she had time to speak, Jacqueline pushed the question back.

The sky is getting darker and darker, and the stars in the sky are getting brighter and brighter.Inevitably, the villagers' question went back to the very beginning, did you kiss?

Jacqueline blushed, and categorically yelled a no.

But this time, the villagers did not let them go so easily.

"Why not?" The familiar voice sounded in the crowd, and Hermione looked over keenly. It was the girl with a child's face, but according to Jacqueline, at least she was much older than her.

Seeing Hermione looking at her, the girl immediately opened her mouth and smiled, revealing her fangs like sharks.

"Because we haven't been together for long!" Jacqueline shouted a little irritably, blushing. "Next!"

But the villagers did not give up as she had hoped, quite the opposite.The crowd became boisterous.They put down their food and drinks one after another.Desperately, rhythmically clapping and stomping, shouting, "We want a kiss. We want a kiss. We want a kiss..."

Hermione and Jacqueline blushed instantly.Jacqueline's face was on the verge of burning.

"Hey!" She roared loudly as if she was a little bit annoyed, "I say you are enough! This is far beyond..."

"We want a kiss, we want a kiss, we want a..." The plaza was filled with shouts, and even Pete joined in.There were also some mischievous leprechauns who looked at each other, whispered to each other a few words, and then tugged at the trousers of the wizard beside them.

"Never..." Jacqueline still stood there and shouted loudly. She didn't seem to see the little leprechauns slowly rising into the sky with the help of the wizard, and there were several green-skinned fairies.

A clump of mistletoe had quietly formed on Jacqueline's head when she wasn't looking.

"Jacqueline," Hermione said, of course she saw the mistletoe on Jacqueline's head, she gently tugged at Jacqueline's robe, Jacqueline turned her head and looked at her with some puzzlement.

Hermione pointed to the top of Jacqueline's head, and Jacqueline looked up.When she saw the mistletoe on her head, she looked mad, or she was extremely shy.

"You've gone too far!" She jumped high, trying to scatter the mistletoe clump of leprechauns and elves overhead.

But louder cheers erupted from the crowd.

"Mistletoe, kisses. Mistletoe, kisses. Mistletoe, kisses..."

"I swear by the name of the heir, I will definitely take you..." She angrily pulled out her wand and cursed at the mistletoe above her head. "I, absolutely..."

Hermione tugged at Jacqueline's robe lightly, her face was burning, and Jacqueline could feel the heat emanating from her body.Her breasts were bouncing up and down very badly. "It's a tradition, isn't it?"

Jacqueline stopped herself, gasped and looked at Hermione, who looked straight at her.Afterwards, Jacqueline seemed to have made up her mind, she licked her lips, stepped forward, pressed Hermione's head, and pressed her lips against it.

Hermione froze for a moment, then she reached out her hands and took Jacqueline's face tightly, deepening the kiss.

Hermione's lips were cool and soft, like cotton candy, with the scent of butterbeer lingering on her lips.Jacqueline was in the silence, she heard her heart beating like thunder, and she could feel Hermione trembling slightly.

So she reached out and hugged her tightly.Hermione's smell surrounded her. At that moment, Jacqueline's mind went blank. She just knew that she would definitely protect her and never die.

When the two had to separate because they were about to suffocate, Jacqueline couldn't help licking her lips. She could guarantee that neither she nor Hermione ate any sweet things, but she felt a strange sweetness. The taste lingered in his mouth.Hermione looked at her, then flushed all over her face.

When Jacqueline realized what she was doing, her face burned instantly.She forcefully controlled herself to turn her head, and shouted at a group of creatures with mouths wide open and disbelief all around her, "Satisfied?"

"I'm so satisfied!" They laughed loudly, and then dispersed, and the music on the square sounded again.

"I'll get you something to eat." Jacqueline tried to slow down her breathing, she looked at Hermione, and then, everything seemed so natural, as if things were going to happen, she kissed Hermione's lips like a dragonfly. up, refraining from trotting all the way to the table with the food.

Hermione looked at Jacqueline's back, she stretched out her fingers, touched them lightly, stroked her lips, bowed her head, and smiled.