Chapter 106: Like

So warm.

Hermione in her sleep subconsciously moved closer to the source of warmth.

It seemed there was also John's breath.

This breath made her unable to help but greedily hide into the depths.

Her nose tip lightly brushed John's neck, a strand of hair wrapped around his wrist, like spring vines winding around a tree, natural and lingering.

Between their breathing, Hermione's eyelashes trembled slightly.

Slowly she opened her eyes, and what came into view was John's sleeping face close at hand.

The morning light penetrated slightly, John still closed his eyes, breathing lightly.

In a whim, Hermione closed her eyes and leaned over, arching against his jaw like a kitten.

Her red lips brushed his neck, greedily absorbing that warmth.

This dream is so real.

Hermione sought warmth while sighing lightly in her heart.

It's just that she could gradually feel the faint pine scent on John's clothes, mixed with the scent of bonfire embers.

Her eyelashes trembled again, and her consciousness gradually returned.

"......"

"... Hmm?"

Hermione's hand unconsciously gripped John's corner of clothes tightly, her fingertips slightly hot.

She opened her eyes again suddenly, her head tilted backward slightly, looking at John who was tightly pressed against her.

Hermione's thoughts exploded instantly.

Why is John in my room?

No, why am I in the living room?

Oh right, she lay on the floor bed John spread to rest last night.

I fell asleep unconsciously?

Then why is John sleeping with me?

She wanted to pull away, but found that she was firmly circled in John's arms by his arm.

If she forcibly broke free, she might wake him up.

She really didn't know how to face John now, and didn't dare to look at him in this ambiguous posture, so she didn't dare to move.

Also, why is it so cold in the tent?

Hermione's body had just moved away from John's body for a small distance, and a cold air took advantage of the situation, drilling into the quilt of the two.

John frowned slightly, his eyelashes trembled, and he subconsciously pulled Hermione tightly into his arms again.

Hermione held her breath, her heart beating like a drum.

She didn't dare to move, nor did she dare to struggle again, and could only let herself be held in John's arms.

The chill was driven away again, and Hermione leaned tightly against John.

Between the fusion of body temperature, gradually, Hermione gave up struggling.

Ah......

Tired, just like this, John's body is so warm...

Hermione unconsciously rubbed against John's neck again, like a small beast seeking warmth, her consciousness floating between rationality and indulgence.

"Hermione..."

"!!"

Between Hermione's consciousness gradually sinking, a low, inaudible murmur sounded in her ear, making Hermione instantly recover her clarity.

It's John, he's awake?

"Like..."

Hermione's heart skipped a beat.

What did John say?

"Like you......"

John's voice was as light as a dream, but it made Hermione's breathing stop suddenly, and her ears roared like a tide.

Her ear tips gradually dyed with crimson, shrinking into John's arms, unable to see her expression.

Only able to barely see, the tightly pursed lips of Hermione, trembling slightly, rose little by little.

"Me too."

"Ha...."

John yawned and sat up from the ground.

"Yo, awake, this is the first time I've watched someone sleep with friends since I grew up."

At this time, Rui'an's light laughter sounded from behind.

John rubbed his eyes while looking behind him.

Found that his friends were all sitting on the sofa watching him with a smile.

"Heh, now going to the zoo to watch monkeys requires paying money, let alone watching me."

John said while standing up and stretching.

In front of them, John didn't feel ashamed at all; anyway, they had slept together.

And he was neatly dressed, without revealing any ugly state.

However, he looked at the empty floor bed beside him and scratched his head.

He remembered that he seemed to have slept with Hermione last night.

But now she was gone; could it be that she woke up in the middle of the night, found that he was asleep, and quietly slipped back to her room?

"By the way, where are the others?"

John looked around and found that there were only Rui'an, Yisen, and Titus in the tent.

The others were gone.

"They left early to visit the Weasleys."

Yisen shrugged, still chewing the last bite of toast.

"Just us waiting for you here, hurry up and wash up and eat, then go find them."

John nodded, so that's how it is.

After tidying up, John washed up in a hurry, grabbed a piece of bread that had been prepared, and went out of the tent with his friends.

The morning sun sprinkled around the camp, and dew twinkled on the grass leaves.

The weather is really good.

"Hey John, did anything happen between you and Senior Sister Hermione last night?"

They walked toward the direction determined in advance; at this time, Titus secretly put his arm around John's shoulder and asked with a smile, winking.

"Ah? What are you talking about..."

"Tsk, still pretending, I saw it with my own eyes last night."

Titus slapped John on the back and laughed.

"You two slept together hugging each other last night."

John's steps paused, and he looked at Titus in surprise.

"Really?"

"Hmm? Don't tell me you don't know you slept with Senior Sister Hermione?"

Titus, who was originally full of teasing and curiosity, was also stunned when he saw John's reaction.

"Uh... in fact..."

John told Titus about the situation last night.

Then Titus looked at John like he was a fool.

"Giving you a chance and you don't use it! How can you sleep so soundly!"

Titus immediately patted John's head with hatred for iron not becoming steel.

He could think that the two might have slept together because of some coincidence, because their movements at that time weren't natural.

That's why he specially turned off the Insulation Spell, just to increase the chance for them.

But he didn't expect John could sleep so soundly, not waking up once all night.

John scratched his head; regarding the matter of them hugging together, he really didn't have any impression.

The only thing he remembered was the scene of being hugged by Hermione's arm before falling asleep last night.

But at that time there was still some distance between them.

I don't know what the scene was like when Hermione woke up, would it scare her...

They didn't take long to walk to the front of the Weasley family's tent.

Titus was still nagging John all the way, making John's head big.

Fortunately, after arriving at the place, he finally quieted down.

The Weasley tent was by the main road to the stadium, also a good location.

Titus lifted the tent curtain first and poked his head in to look.

"Dad?"

His appearance made everyone in the tent stop talking, and Mr. Claude turned his head first and smiled.

"Oh, you finally came."

"Arthur, this is my son, Titus, whom I mentioned to you."

Saying this, Mr. Claude introduced him to Mr. Weasley on the side.

Then John and the others also followed in, and Mr. Claude continued to introduce them.

"And these few are my son's friends, who also came together this time."

Mr. Weasley stood up enthusiastically and smiled at the few people; he looked red-faced and very approachable.

"Haha, hello children, hurry in and sit; I've heard Sirius mention you a long time ago."

After they entered, they greeted everyone present normally.

Except for Mrs. Weasley, everyone in the Weasley family was here.

The Weasley family is really prosperous in male descendants.

Bill, Charlie, Percy, and the twin brothers George and Fred, as well as Ron.

One by one, they were tall and strong; Mrs. Weasley really raised her children well.

And Hermione was sitting on a low stool on the side, chatting in a low voice with Ginny Weasley, the only daughter of the Weasley family.

After seeing John enter, Hermione revealed a gentle smile at John.

John was stunned for a moment; this was somewhat different from the situation he expected.

He thought Hermione would be embarrassed or angry because of what happened last night.

But clearly not, and, Hermione's smile at this time was somewhat different from every smile in the past.

But where it was different, John couldn't say. ===== CHAPTER 107 =====

But John couldn't quite put his finger on what was different.