Chapter 41: Reconciliation and Heartbeat

"How is it, is your stomach more comfortable now?"

In the afternoon, Hermione sat by John's hospital bed and asked John.

"Won't die." John waved his hand and said.

"Nonsense."

"......"

Hermione flipped out a book from her bag and sat by John's bed reading.

After all, John went to Hagrid's hut for her sake.

And suffered because of her.

So Hermione naturally accompanied John.

"Sister Hermione, I'm actually fine."

"Madam Pomfrey said to drink the medicine again tonight, and I'll be fine after a night's rest; you don't need to accompany me here."

John looked at Hermione on the side and said.

Hoping she could do her own things, no need to stay here to accompany him.

"It's okay, anyway, there's no one in the school infirmary today, just quiet, can read."

"You sleep yours, I read mine."

However, Hermione smiled and said lightly.

"Oh."

Subsequently, the two fell into a silence.

In the school infirmary, only the rustling sound of Hermione turning pages remained.

Outside the window, birds would occasionally land to rest.

The warm light at noon shone into the room through the window, spilling onto the two of them.

Don't say.

Really a bit sleepy.

But John still didn't sleep, thought for a long time, and still asked a question.

"Sister Hermione, you and that Senior Ron quarreled, was it because Big Orange kept catching his pet?"

Hearing John's question, Hermione was clearly stunned, not expecting John to suddenly care about this.

Silent for a while, Hermione said softly.

"Not entirely..."

Crookshanks was just the fuse between them.

"Actually, there were some misunderstandings and contradictions between us that had accumulated quite a bit." Hermione sighed, her eyes falling on the page, but not really reading.

"I see."

The two fell into a silence.

John looked at Hermione by the bed, hesitated for a while, and still said.

"Sister Hermione, I think sometimes communication is more important than anything."

"Don't blame me for being blunt."

"As the saying goes, to beat a dog, you have to look at the owner."

"It's indeed wrong for Big Orange to bite someone's pet."

"Even if we can't control it, we still have to admit our mistakes in attitude."

Regarding John's words, how could Hermione not understand.

She just couldn't lower her face for a while, plus Ron's attitude made her very unhappy.

So she had been stubborn and didn't apologize, letting it go.

"Maybe what people want is just an attitude."

"After all, a rat lives for three or four years at most, how can it compare to you, a fellow student for the next seven years."

"As long as you talk properly, you will always resolve the contradiction."

John continued to say, but Hermione suddenly interrupted.

"That rat has lived for more than ten years."

"Ah?"

This time it was John's turn to be stunned; what kind of rat can live for more than ten years?

"Is that a magical creature?"

"No, just an ordinary rat."

"That's not right, how can an ordinary rat live so long?"

"How would I know."

"......"

John was silenced by a sentence.

Wait, this doesn't seem to be the point.

"Since it's a rat that has accompanied him for more than ten years, it shows even more its importance to Senior Ron."

"If, you really want to make up with Senior Ron, maybe, you have to lower your head first..."

John said tactfully.

He could see that Hermione still cared about Ron; it was because she quarreled with someone she cared about that she was sad.

Maybe Hermione was also waiting for a step, or a turning point, but didn't wait for it.

But if Hermione really wanted to save her friendship with Ron, she had to make concessions first; after all, she was indeed not in the right in this matter.

If John had persuaded Hermione like this before today, Hermione would probably be unhappy.

Because taking the initiative to soften would make her feel that she was not as important as a rat to Ron.

But now, Hermione suddenly felt that what John said made sense.

She didn't want to waste her time and energy on those useless quarrels anymore.

Now she had things she wanted to pay more attention to.

After listening to John's words, Hermione smiled, suddenly wanting to tease John.

So she supported her chin with one hand and turned to look at John.

"John, why are you so worried about my business?"

"Er....."

This made John silent.

Yes, why am I worrying so much?

John made a thoughtful expression.

Hermione was quite looking forward to whether John would say something that would make her heart beat.

After all, he had already made her heart beat twice today.

As a result, waited for a long time.

"You're right, I'm too meddlesome."

Hermione:?

After John did a psychological activity.

His first reaction was that Hermione found him annoying.

The second reaction was that he was indeed quite annoying just now.

Seniors generally don't like juniors teaching them what to do, and he was indeed quite like teaching Hermione what to do just now.

Hermione saw John's appearance and knew John misunderstood her meaning.

Took a deep breath, and finally sighed helplessly.

"I know, I will go apologize to Ron, satisfied?"

"Ah?"

John looked at Hermione in surprise.

"Ah what ah, shut your mouth and rest properly!"

Hermione hammered John's thigh dissatisfiedly, glared at him, and continued reading.

And John was confused.

What happened? Did I misunderstand?

A girl's mind is really hard to guess.

But Hermione was willing to admit her mistake and take the initiative to retreat, which was ultimately a good thing.

Oh my, did another good deed.

Beautiful.

John closed his eyes happily.

Not long after, he fell into a deep sleep.

Hermione looked at John's sleeping face, the corners of her mouth raised slightly, not knowing what she was thinking in her heart.

When John opened his eyes again.

It was already afternoon.

The sunlight shining in from the window had turned yellow, and the school infirmary was quiet.

Only a gentle breathing sound came.

John tilted his head slightly to look at the side of the bed.

Hermione was lying on his bed sleeping, with a book beside her.

Brown hair was scattered randomly on her face, swaying slightly with her breathing.

There was also a beam of yellow warm sun hitting her cheeks and hair.

Making Hermione shine.

Looking at Hermione's sleeping face, John reached out his hand by mistake and brushed away the hair on her face.

The little girl is quite exquisite.

John smiled slightly.

A person's mental age will change slowly with the environment.

Although before crossing into this world, he was already in his early twenties.

But in this world, he lived carefree as a child for another eleven years.

So his mental age not only didn't improve, but became more and more like a teenager, occasionally having a momentary heartbeat for some opposite sex around him.

He didn't hate this feeling.

He liked this youthful age very much.

Especially in this fantasy magic world, it gave him more drive to do meaningful things.

Perhaps disturbed by John's movements, Hermione, who was lying on the bed, moved her eyelashes.

Slowly opened her eyes.

John, who was distracted, didn't notice it at first.

Hermione watched with her own eyes as John's hand stroked her face.

Causing her brain to crash for a while.

What is John doing?

He he he....

Hermione's brain twitched, and she closed her eyes again, pretending not to be awake.

John was distracted for a while, and finally reacted.

His behavior just now was like a pervert.

Withdrew his hand dejectedly, but halfway through, perhaps out of curiosity.

John reached out again and rubbed Hermione's little head lightly.

"Hmm, really cute."

John nodded and made an objective evaluation.

Then he withdrew his hand with satisfaction.

Then picked up the wand he placed on the head of the bed, cast a silent spell, and waved it lightly.

On the empty hospital bed next door, a soft sheet floated up and gently covered Hermione's body.

It's autumn now, it wouldn't be good if she caught a cold.

After doing all this, John stopped his movements, leaned against the head of the bed, and picked up Hermione's book to read.

What he didn't notice was that Hermione, who was lying on his bed, was now blushing to the point of bleeding.

Touching her face is one thing, but touching her head, and calling her cute.

Rebellious, rebellious, clearly I am the senior sister!

No, that's not the point.

The point is John treating her like this, could it be that he......

Hermione did have some different feelings for John than before, but that was all; after all, in her eyes, John was still a little brother, and still needed to be raised.

But now, John's bold move made her a bit at a loss.

Maybe John wasn't as inexperienced as she imagined?

The more she let her imagination run wild, the more Hermione's heartbeat couldn't be controlled like a deer, and her cheeks were getting hotter and hotter.

Fortunately, she heard the sound of John flipping through books.

Eyes secretly opened a slit.

John's face had been blocked by the book, and he couldn't see her.

Hermione then breathed a silent sigh of relief.

After a while, Hermione felt the temperature on her face fade.

Pretending to have just woken up, she groaned and sat up.

Hermione pretended to be calm and rubbed her eyes, trying to cover up the panic in her heart.

"Yo, good morning, Sister Hermione."

Seeing Hermione wake up, John teased and greeted her with a smile.

Hermione, who was still trying to suppress her shyness and not let herself be exposed.

After seeing the teenager in the warm sun, showing her a sunny and gentle smile, she couldn't hold on anymore.

A faint blush appeared on her cheeks.

But fortunately, her face was also illuminated by the warm sun, so it wasn't obvious. ===== CHAPTER 42 =====