Chapter 105: Is It Your Bed That You Sleep In?

The tent was cast with an Insulation Spell, spring-like all year round, and there were enough quilts.

So sleeping on a floor bed could also be very comfortable.

Although that said...

It's all that broken lot's fault, left empty every time!

After playing around, they quickly tidied up the scene.

And John also brought the quilts, preparing to spread them on the ground.

But he looked around their boys' room.

Seven single beds, plus the aisle, had already occupied the entire room.

These aisles were difficult to walk in, let alone make a floor bed.

And if someone got out of bed in the middle of the night and gave him a kick, who would he reason with?

He simply hugged the quilts and walked out, thinking the living room was quite spacious.

At this time, Harry saw John hugging the quilts and throwing them into the living room, so he raised his head from the sofa and asked strangely.

"Are you planning to sleep in the living room?"

"Unhuh, there's no room to make a floor bed inside at all."

Facing Harry's question, John shrugged and spread the quilts on the carpet.

Harry recalled the layout in the room; it seemed there really wasn't any room for him to make a floor bed.

"Hey, sleeping in the living room is also not bad; spreading the quilts out is much wider than a single bed."

After John spread the quilts, he compared the width of the single bed and joked with a smile.

"Does anyone want to change?"

Saying this, John looked around, wanting to trick someone into changing.

As a result, none of them took the bait.

"Since you think it's not bad, then you sleep here from now on."

Yisen replied with a smile, and the others also followed and laughed; John was also helpless; the children now are really ghost-smart.

The night grew deeper.

Everyone tidied up and went to sleep.

Tomorrow morning they still had to visit the Weasley family.

And John still sat on the living room sofa reading a book.

Sleeping in the living room had another benefit, which was not having to suffer from their snoring, and he could fall asleep early.

But he had gotten used to staying up late these few days, so he simply read for a while longer and waited until he was sleepy to sleep.

"If you always stay up late when you are growing, lack of sleep will affect growth and development and immunity."

Just at this time, Hermione's voice sounded.

She didn't know when she had also come to the living room.

John raised his head; he wasn't surprised by Hermione's appearance; they often read and chatted together at night these few days.

"I'll just make it up during the day."

John closed the book with a smile and looked up at Hermione.

"Besides, you haven't slept either, so how do you have the nerve to lecture me."

Facing John's rebuttal, Hermione smiled.

"Fine, when you aren't as tall as me in the future, you will know you were wrong."

Hearing Hermione's words, John waved his hand and stood up.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

"I'm only five or six centimeters shorter than you now; I might just surpass you in a few months!"

John walked to Hermione's side, raised his hand to compare the height between the two; their heights were about the same now.

Hermione was one meter sixty now, and John was one meter fifty-five; twelve years old is the age of growing, maybe he would really surpass her in a few months.

"Is that so, then I'll wait and see."

Hermione chuckled, bypassed John, and walked to the floor bed he had spread.

Then she took off her slippers and sat in.

The floor bed spread with thick quilts felt soft when sitting on it.

"Do you think your punishment is too light? I think you should be made to sleep on the sofa; sleeping on this floor bed is too cheap for you."

Hermione patted the quilt under her lightly and evaluated with a smile.

John rolled his eyes.

"You just can't stand me being well."

"No way~"

Hermione chuckled, then waved at John and said.

"You come over, stretch out your hand."

"Hmm? What for?"

Although John was confused, he still walked over obediently.

The two sat on the floor bed together, and John stretched out his right hand to Hermione.

"Lift it up."

Hermione continued, and John also lifted his hand as requested; Hermione then stretched out her left hand and gently placed her palm on John's palm.

John blinked strangely, only feeling a burst of warm touch coming from his palm.

Hermione looked at their palms pressed together, smiled, and said.

"Look, your hand isn't as big as mine."

"Proving your skeleton hasn't grown up yet; wanting to surpass me is still too early."

The palms of the two were tightly pressed together; looking closely, John's hand was indeed not as big as Hermione's.

"Nonsense, what does this have to do with height!"

John also reacted to Hermione's meaning, but how could he believe Hermione's words; she was clearly trying to disturb his Dao heart.

"I didn't lie to you; books all say so."

"What books say isn't necessarily right!"

"You just don't want to admit you can't surpass me."

"What's so hard to admit about this; you know I'm three years younger than you!"

"Anxious, anxious."

"......"

John was speechless from being told, directly withdrew his hand, and Hermione smiled triumphantly.

"Wait until next year to compare again; it will definitely be bigger than yours by then."

"Okay~"

Regarding John's invitation to compare, Hermione gladly agreed.

After saying that, she fell backward directly, lay on the quilt, closed her eyes, and let out a comfortable soft hum.

John looked at Hermione's action and was somewhat speechless.

Is it your bed that you sleep in?

"I'm going to continue reading; you continue lying there."

John shook his head and stood up, walking toward the sofa.

"Go, go; call me if there's anything you don't understand."

Hermione waved her hand comfortably, without any intention of getting up.

John didn't care about her anymore; when she was sleepy, she would naturally go back.

The night grew deeper, and only the rustling sound of turning pages and steady breathing remained in the tent.

John occasionally glanced at Hermione on the floor bed.

Because Hermione's breathing had gradually become steady, it seemed she had really fallen asleep.

She lay on her side toward John's direction, her long hair scattered beside her cheeks, and her soft, glutinous sleeping face made John look somewhat entranced.

He had seen Hermione's sleeping face more than once.

But every time, it made his heart beat.

Getting along with Hermione for so long, holding hands, hugging, sticking together, and even sleeping together.

So many things happened; to say he had no feelings for Hermione at all was impossible.

After all, who would be so intimate with someone they don't like?

John slowly closed the book and walked over lightly.

He picked up the folded blanket on the side and gently covered it on Hermione's body.

When the corner of the blanket was gently tucked in, Hermione's eyelashes moved, but she didn't open her eyes, instead shrinking into the depths of the blanket unconsciously.

She even hugged John's arm, as if she had hugged Crookshanks, and rubbed lightly.

John's body paused, looking at Hermione hugging his arm, and swallowed his saliva.

How can this make people not feel heart-moved?

John's heart jumped uncontrollably, trying to pull his hand out, but Hermione leaned into his arms again unconsciously, and the force held his wrist just right.

If he forcibly broke free, it would only wake her up.

He had to let Hermione hug him.

Just sitting like this wasn't a thing, so John simply lay down.

He lay down tightly against Hermione, with only a palm's distance between the two.

Hermione was still hugging his arm tightly, her nose tip lightly rubbing his sleeve, and her breathing was warm and steady.

Perhaps because she was too tired, John's consciousness also gradually blurred, and his eyelids sank.

"Snore....! Mmm..."

Late at night.

Titus in the boys' room was suddenly woken up by his own snoring.

He opened his eyes in a daze, found that it wasn't dawn yet, and intended to continue sleeping.

Hmm? Why is the light outside still on...

Titus suddenly found that the living room behind the curtain transmitted a faint light, and felt strange in his heart; could it be that John hadn't slept yet?

After thinking about it, he got up and walked toward the outside.

Titus lifted the curtain lightly, only to see the candlelight flickering in the living room.

He saw the place where John made the floor bed at first glance.

At this time, two people were lying there; Hermione leaned tightly against John, still hugging his arm tightly, sleeping sweetly.

John lay on his side facing her, breathing lightly, one arm being hugged by Hermione and pressed into her arms.

Titus was stunned, and his originally dazed brain instantly became a bit clearer.

He held his breath, afraid of disturbing them.

Just after retreating a few steps, he suddenly thought of something again.

He walked lightly toward a certain place in the tent hall, didn't know where he took out a wand, waved it lightly at the tent, and a faint silver light flashed.

Immediately, the temperature in the tent dropped a bit.

He had just turned off the Insulation Spell of the tent.

The chill spread quietly, and Hermione drilled tighter into John's arms unconsciously, her hair lightly rubbing against his jaw.

John's eyelashes trembled slightly, still closing his eyes, but his arm instinctively gathered back, protecting her in his arms.

Titus's corners of the mouth rose slightly, extinguished the candlelight by the way, and then retreated to the room quietly.

Good brother, I can only help you this much. ===== CHAPTER 106 =====