Chapter 199: At Hermione's Mercy

After returning to the Order of the Phoenix, Professor Moody went to report the gains of this operation.

John returned to his room to rest.

Sigh, it's so late.

Even if Hermione had come, she must have gone back.

Thinking this, John pushed open his room.

I wonder if Big Orange was taken back by Hermione.

John looked around the room.

Hmm?

Why is the quilt on the bed bulging, and it's still rising and falling slightly?

John seemed to have thought of something, subconsciously lightened his movements, and went around to the other side of the bed.

Peeking over, it was indeed Hermione sleeping in his quilt, holding Crookshanks.

Bad news, went out for a trip and didn't wait for Hermione.

Good news, Hermione crawled into his quilt.

Seeming to notice someone approaching, Big Orange in Hermione's arms opened its eyes.

After discovering it was John, it lazily let out a long "meow~" with three parts disdain and seven parts arrogance.

"Shh, shh!"

John hurriedly raised a finger, signaling Big Orange to be quiet.

One was that he didn't want to wake Hermione, and the other was that he wanted to see Hermione's incredibly soft sleeping face more.

But Big Orange didn't care about him at all.

It broke free from Hermione's arms on its own, and even caused the sleeping Hermione to look like she was about to wake up.

Hermione's eyelashes trembled, her nose wrinkled slightly, like a little kitten disturbed from its dream, mumbling vaguely: "Crookshanks... stop messing around..."

While talking in her sleep, her hand was still groping for the position where Big Orange had left, seemingly wanting to pull Big Orange back.

Seeing this, John had a "sudden inspiration" and leaned his head over.

After Hermione grabbed John's head, she pulled it directly into her arms, her little hand stroking John's hair from time to time, as if grooming a cat.

John buried himself in Hermione's fragrant and soft arms, not daring to move.

Hmm... although it's a bit hard.

But, small and cute...

Following Hermione's movements, John slowly moved into the quilt.

John was still buried in Hermione's arms, even actively reaching out to wrap around her waist, burying his face deeper.

Rubbing against the small patch of skin exposed at the neckline of her pajamas, the warm touch with a faint lavender scent was like a cloud baked through by the sun.

At this moment, no matter what troubles he had, they were all healed.

Although he didn't have many troubles anyway.

But it didn't stop him from enjoying this gentle land.

Hmm? Strange...

Did Hermione's heartbeat get louder? And faster? And her body temperature is strangely high...

Just as he was immersed, John suddenly felt the heartbeat in Hermione's chest becoming more and more obvious.

Not sure, let me listen again.

John pressed his ear directly against Hermione's chest, not noticing Hermione's body tremble slightly.

Thump, thump, thump!

The heartbeat was getting faster and faster, and Hermione's temperature was still rising.

Not right!

Could it be that she...

"Running a fever?"

John blurted out subconsciously.

Hermione, who had been awake for a while: "......"

Almost laughed out of anger.

Just a moment ago, she was sleeping soundly, but Crookshanks in her arms was restless and woke her up.

But because she was muddled and too sleepy, she only subconsciously wanted to pull Crookshanks back and continue sleeping.

Then she hugged a hard and furry thing.

Because it had the scent she was familiar with, she pulled it into her arms without thinking.

It was just that before she could enter the dreamland again, she felt the thing in her arms being restless, actually hugging her waist like a person, and rubbing against her chest non-stop.

She woke up instantly.

Secretly opening her eyes, it was John, who had returned at some point, lying in her arms and being naughty.

Then, after her brain crashed for a few seconds, she decisively chose to continue pretending to sleep.

It was just that John's actions were becoming more and more daring.

She couldn't control her heartbeat at all.

Just when she thought she was about to be exposed, John popped out with that sentence.

Recalling this, John had already stepped out of her arms lightly, and Hermione continued to pretend to sleep.

John waved his wand, conjured a basin and clear water, soaked a dry towel, wrung it out, and then gently covered Hermione's forehead.

Hmm, it should be a low fever, no need to take medicine; taking too much medicine is bad for the body.

John thought this, but was very conflicted about whether to wake Hermione up to ask about the situation—after all, her eyelashes were still trembling, and her cheeks were as red as a dripping apple.

Her body temperature clearly didn't look like a high fever, so why did her expression look so uncomfortable?

Just as he was hesitating whether to wake Hermione up, Big Orange, who had been at the foot of the bed, suddenly meowed.

John looked in the direction of the sound, just wanting to tell Big Orange to be quiet.

Then he saw Big Orange sitting at Hermione's feet; Hermione's feet just happened not to be covered by the quilt, and her ten toes were hooked together at some point.

?

Is she so uncomfortable that she's curling her toes?

Not right, wait a minute.

John seemed to have thought of something and finally reacted.

Hermione wouldn't actually be awake, would she!

Is the rapid heartbeat and rising body temperature entirely because of me?

John looked at Hermione's slightly trembling eyelashes, flushed ear tips, and then looked at her hooked-together toes.

After hesitating for a moment, John reached his hand into the quilt and covered her soft little belly.

This time, he could clearly feel Hermione's body tremble violently after receiving his touch.

"......"

Heh.

Good, good, good.

Playing this game, are we?

A smile of unknown meaning pulled up at the corner of John's mouth.

Then I'll play along with you to the end.

John's hand moved slowly downward, reaching the hem of Hermione's pajamas, then reached directly into Hermione's waist, grabbing her warm and delicate waistline.

Hermione's body trembled even more obviously, but she still kept her eyes closed.

She's not waking up even now?

Seeing this, John was slightly stunned, then continued to attack.

His hand was still circling in Hermione's waist, while he leaned over to Hermione's ear and blew a puff of hot air into her ear.

"Mmm...."

Hermione subconsciously shrank her neck, and a soft, glutinous whimper came from her throat.

Still not opening her eyes?

John's fingertips paused, but his smile deepened.

He exerted a little force on his hand, gripping the soft flesh on her waist, and Hermione trembled again, her toes instantly curling into little bows.

John took advantage of the gap when Hermione let out a light tremble and kissed Hermione's red lips.

"Mmm!...."

Now Hermione finally couldn't pretend anymore.

Opening her wet eyes, she wrapped her arms around John's neck without thinking, responding passionately to John's kiss.

For a long time, the two separated their lingering lips while panting.

Looking at Hermione's wet eyes still stained with water vapor, John's Adam's apple rolled, his fingertips still resting in her waist without withdrawing, his heartbeat like a drum.

But he stubbornly held on and didn't go any deeper.

After calming down, he just wanted to say something to tease Hermione.

"Hermione... mmm!"

Hermione, however, didn't play by the rules and blocked John's mouth again.

This forced kiss left John a bit dazed.

"Wait... mmm..."

John wanted to say something, but Hermione didn't give him the chance.

From the very beginning when John was rubbing against her arms, Hermione's heart had already been stirred and trembling.

Although she was almost laughed at by John's later operations.

But seeing John so worried about her made her heart beat uncontrollably.

Then being "bullied" like that, she was completely unable to restrain herself.

Directly reversing the offense and defense.

Pressing John and kissing him non-stop.

People are big sisters anyway; it's easy to handle a younger brother three years younger.

John also finally recalled the days when he was picked up by Hermione like a little chick.

But this time she wasn't picking him up, but pressing him down, with enough strength that he couldn't move...

Resisting hard might hurt her, so he could only let Hermione do whatever she wanted... ===== CHAPTER 200 =====