Hufflepuff never works overtime

Ron took a few big strides to chase after Harry, who kept going away. He looked back at the girl who was standing still in puzzlement, and finally frowned irritably, and stuffed everything in her hands into her hands.

"If you don't go, I will go, help me get these."

"Hey! Ron!"

Hermione looked at the sandwiches and drink cups that suddenly appeared in her hands. She even had her own shopping bag hanging on her arm, so she could only stamp her feet and shout at the figure who didn't look back and said, "You, wait for me what."

She looked up at her silent friend with some guilt, "That's how it is... Miriam, can you hold it for me? I have to go and see what happened to Harry."

The girl had an expression of 'as expected', and took the plate and cup from Hermione very naturally, "I happen to be a little hungry too, so I'll wait for you while eating at this bar, good luck. "

"I'll be back soon!"

Hermione swore to promise, then flicked the scarf, and chased after the two boys in the direction they left.

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Unfortunately, Miss Granger still failed to keep her vow.

When Miriam was bored and started drinking her third cup of butterbeer - a non-alcoholic drink popular with Hogwarts students - the other party finally showed up in the shop before the sun went down.

"I'm sorry it took me so long, did you pay? If not, let me treat you this meal..."

Hermione patted some of the snow off her body at the door of the store, trying not to look so embarrassed, her brows and eyes were covered with a layer of frost, and her teeth were trembling due to the harsh weather outside.

"Don't worry, why don't you drink something to warm up first?"

Milion tried to find a waiter who could understand her eyes, but Hermione shook her head at her, "It's okay, let's go back as soon as possible, the snow just stopped outside, I don't know if it will be back soon Will not continue."

Seeing Hermione's anxious look—she kept rubbing her arms and pressing her palms to her cheeks to keep warm—Millien reluctantly took a last sip of her drink and stood up.

"There's no need to be in such a hurry, right? If you don't take care of your body, it would be bad if you caught a cold like Faise."

"I know," Hermione helped the other party open the shop door, the wind outside was much weaker than when she just came here, "I'm just a little worried about her, I didn't plan to stay here so late, in case Faise was alone It's even worse when she's in the dormitory, and there's no one to take care of her."

"Okay." Milian tightened the scarf, and naturally accepted the other party's explanation.

The way back was much quieter than when it came, and while Hermione was worried that Harry would not be able to restrain his anger and run to question Hagrid, she couldn't help but think about Faith's situation.

Seeing her uneasiness, Miriam carried shopping bags of different sizes in her hand - there was also a sandwich and sparkling water in it that Ron didn't come back to pick up until the end - silently followed her behind.

When she was about to walk to the school gate, she comforted Hermione, "Don't worry, Faise is not a child anymore, she can take care of herself."

"I hope so, but if something happens to her because of it..."

The corner of Hermione's mouth curled down, her eyes looked anxiously into the castle, and she inadvertently caught a glimpse of a figure waiting in the corner of the hall from the corner of her eye.

"Face!"

Suddenly, Hermione's eyes lit up, and Hermione couldn't help but feel ripples in her heart. The exhaustion all over her body seemed to disappear suddenly. She immediately showed a big smile, and her legs naturally moved towards the other party.

Faith was staring at the winged warthog statue at the door in a daze, but thanks to the cold, she couldn't lift her spirits all day long. After some sniffing and sniffing, she learned that Crookshanks was with a big There is no new news about the secret meeting of the black dog.

Seeing that the time was getting later and later, most of the people who went to Hogsmeade village came back one after another, but Miriam and Hermione were missing. She felt a little uneasy, so she went to the door to greet them.

The clear voice echoed in the air, and Faise could even clearly hear the excitement and joy in Hermione's tone. Her tense side face suddenly softened, and she turned her head to look at her.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone on the girl's body, making Hermione's eyebrows and eyes particularly moving, and making Faise's heart tremble.

Of course, this is just Miss Orest's one-sided remarks. From the perspective of others, Miss Granger's muddy trousers and red face from the cold really cannot be described as 'touching'.

Feeling the other person's gaze on her, Hermione's heart was beating wildly nervously, and her hands and feet ran wildly for a while. Her normally flexible brain couldn't even think of which leg to take at this moment.

Do I look embarrassed now?Will it be stupid?

While thinking wildly, the distance between the two is getting closer.

Hermione wanted to rush up to give him a hug, but at the last moment, she stopped and stopped in front of him, panting slightly.

Faith...will she avoid it?

Now, can I hug her casually?Will it arouse her resentment?

Even though the other party hadn't spoken, or even made any movement, Hermione's footsteps were entangled in the tumbling pain and panic in her heart, making her dare not take a step forward.

Faith blinked in puzzlement, she was even ready for the cannonball, but the other party stopped abnormally.

It wasn't until she inadvertently caught sight of Hermione's teeth-whitened lips and restless eyes that she suddenly understood what the other party was thinking about.

With a dull pain in her heart, Faise slowly let go of the hand she was about to hug her just now.

Why are you so mean to me?

If you can't fulfill your wish, won't you even be able to get a hug in the future?

This is too cunning, Hermione, don't force me to make a decision so quickly...

When Faith was about to call Miriam to leave in disappointment, Hermione in front of her took a step forward in vain, and put her arms around her waist, making the distance between them invisible.

Hermione's approach without warning made Faise a little confused. She smelled the sweet smell of candy from the other person, subconsciously sniffed, and when she realized what she had just done, her little face was as red as the fire in the sky. like.

At first, Faith wanted to struggle away in a fit of anger, but unfortunately she was defeated by Miss Granger's arms, so she had to reluctantly hug this bad lion that made her emotionally fluctuate.

The waist was tightly imprisoned by the other party, and the skin was close to each other. You could clearly feel the violent ups and downs of Hermione's chest. The silky magic robe wrapped the girl's slender back. It was slightly cold in the hands, but it didn't take long to feel it. A steady stream of heat was transmitted from the opponent's body to her palm.

Feeling Faith's hand sliding slowly on her back, it was difficult for Hermione to control her distraction. She tried her best to relax the tense back so as not to be regarded as a dishonest person by the other party.

The two of them didn't make a sound for a long time, and they continued this hug silently for a long time, listening to the process of the other's heartbeat from noisy to calm, and enjoying the warmth and peace of mind brought by the other's breath.

Miriam stood at the foot of the stairs far away, with an unconcealable smile on her face. She put her hands on her heart and nodded contentedly.

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The author's words:

I suspect that the company has borrowed the concept of KFC. They are Crazy Thursday, and I am Crazy Wednesday. As for whether the next two days will be crazy or not, it depends on the meaning of the boss...

Although today's update has started to go to hell again, but there are so many posts!

Poor Harry and the main line, only get a little part

The beginning of the next chapter should be a confession, and I started to regret why I wrote a spring confession in the introduction... Is it too late to secretly change it to winter now?

Chapter 230 Nine Hugs

Faith gently rested her chin on Hermione's shoulder, her loose curly hair brushed the side of her neck a little itchy, her water green eyes were slightly closed, and her gaze was lowered to the ground.

Does she resist the hug?

This question does not even need to be thought about, the answer must be no.

So... is she resisting the meaning behind this embrace?

In recent days, Hermione's abnormal behavior has indeed become a big stone on her heart. The other party has no intention of covering it up. It can even be said that she is looking forward to her discovery and her reaction after discovery.

Have you resisted yourself?

No.

I even indulged, indulged the other party's aggression, immersed in that intimacy, unable to extricate myself.

Doesn't she really understand that those actions go beyond friends?

No, of course I knew it well, but I didn't explain it.

She was only afraid that if she took another step forward, she would be like Icarus in the myth, because of her yearning and pursuit of the sun, her wings would be burned, and she would fall to the ground and lose the ability to fly.

But she is so greedy for this warmth, this desire and longing even shattered her proud self-control.

Did she feel disgusted when she first discovered the young love and careful temptation of the other party?Feeling flustered?

No... I was so happy, like a moth seeing the light, clamoring in my heart to get a little closer, a little closer!There is no time to think about whether that light is the dawn of happiness, or the fire that will smash him to pieces.

Does she like Hermione?

of course.

She likes the vitality and warmth that Hermione brings to herself, her enthusiasm, her intelligence, and her bravery.

She likes the other party's proud expression, likes the other party's omnipotent talent, likes the other party's sincere concern, likes the other party's smile when he is shy, and likes the other party's serious gaze at her eyes.

She is just the inconspicuous one in the vast crowd, but she shines brightly in these eyes.

This kind of liking does not allow her to deceive herself.

It is undeniable that I am lucky to be able to meet, get acquainted with, and get to know such Hermione, and even...she has a chance to fall in love with her.

But after all, there is pessimism and inferiority hidden in her bones. She can see her own heart clearly, but she can't see their future clearly.

Because I like it so much, I am afraid of losing it.

I am afraid that the other person's liking is just a whim, and I am afraid of how happy I am at the moment, and how painful it will be at the moment of loss.

Such pain is unforgettable.

She has already experienced it once, and she does not want to, nor dare to experience it again.

Because there will no longer be such a person who can break into her closed heart without any scruples and pull herself out of the pain.

Faise's hand that was just lightly resting on Hermione's waist slowly tightened, and she leaned her head on the subtle and beautiful neckline, letting herself get lost in the sense of security brought by the other's breath.

So Hermione...

Give me a little more courage, let me believe that this is not your whim, not my dream.

I will give you a satisfactory answer.

"Faye..."

Hermione softly called the other party's name, her tone was inexplicably excited and shy.

After feeling the initiative of the other party, she couldn't restrain the more wanton smile on her face, and her two slender eyebrows were raised high. If someone saw her like this, she would definitely not believe that she was from Gryffindor Miss Perfection.

He is clearly a little fool immersed in love.

Regardless of how much Hermione hoped that this moment would last forever, Faise finally returned her senses and patted the other person on the back, "Okay, if Miriam waits outside, she will become There's a snowman."

She withdrew quickly, afraid that if she stopped, the courage she had gathered so hard would collapse.

Before Hermione had time to react, there was only gusts of cold wind in her arms, and her cheeks on both sides bulged back and forth, and finally she could only withdraw her hand silently, and lowered her head and muttered, "Okay."

That aggrieved and obedient look is really itching to see.

Faise sometimes admired her own self-control. She frowned slightly and suppressed two coughs in her throat. Watching the snow stains on the other party's body turn into water stains under the influence of temperature, she couldn't help but said something worried.

"Go back to the dormitory and change your clothes, or you will catch a cold."

The little lion who got the care soon became happy again, remembering how long the other party had been waiting for her in this cold and windy hallway, she hurriedly pushed Faise into the room.

"You're still talking about me, how is your cold getting better? Shall I go to Madam Pomfrey's to get you some medicine?"

"I'm wearing a lot of fine clothes," Faith waved to the slow-moving Miriam, "Come in quickly, aren't you cold? Your face and nose are all red from the cold."

Miriam still smacked her mouth a little dissatisfied, and under Faith's puzzled eyes, she said with some insatiable meaning, "Actually, it doesn't matter if I don't exist."

Pretending not to understand what the other party was talking about, Faise gave her a helpless look, "Let's go, I'm still hungry if you're not hungry."

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The author's words:

This chapter is really short... well, really short (?ω? )

But in order to be able to produce a product that I am satisfied with, it really took twice as long as usual, and I didn’t sleep anymore...I’m afraid I’ll be gone when I go to work

Generally speaking, I am quite proud of this paragraph, what do you think?

Chapter 240

No need to practice forgetting spells, hide in a ghostly women's room and make Polyjuice Potion, or deal with mountains of homework, this Christmas holiday Feyce ​​can give it full marks.

On the first day of the holiday, she slept until she woke up naturally and got up from the bed. After washing up, she only needed to put on the suitcase, and then she could go out without any worries.

"You guys better hurry up," Faith stood at the door with arms crossed, leisurely watching the two roommates jumping up and down in the dormitory, "I think Hermione will be unable to resist rushing in in another 10 minutes."

Now she even wants to go to the common room and pour herself a cup of milk tea, while savoring the aroma of tea and milk, while watching these two people who like to procrastinate until the last moment are busy.

"Why are your socks in my suitcase!"

With a wave of Miriam's hand, a pink sock with a plush pattern drew a graceful arc in the air and fell to the foot of Tarsila's bed.