days at Hogwarts

Chapter 811 Crookshanks: Open the door!
It was already evening when I got home.

The moonlight was clear and bright, just a little away from being full. Walking on the small road in Hampstead on the outskirts of the city, looking up, it looked like an oil lamp hanging on the roof.

Push open the door and walk into the room.

Loren walked briskly, in a cheerful mood, humming a melody whose name he could not pronounce, and he could not remember the lyrics. The tune was light and lively, and he remembered it was a song sung by a girl. He thought he imitated it very well, with a disgusting clip sound.

As I continued to hum the tune, the lyrics gradually became complete.

"It's my first night out with you.

treat me right and buy me shoes.

Let me be your fantasy play with me. "Let me be your lover, play with me"..."

Hermione walked behind, closed the door and changed her shoes, silently listening to the playful melody and those not-so-serious lyrics.

“Just give me some time.”

I will be ready.

This man came to Granger's house, feeling as relaxed as if he had returned to his own home. He found a new bath towel, prepared toiletries, and pushed the door to the bathroom on the second floor.

Hermione watched him go upstairs. Crookshanks appeared from somewhere, heard the noise in the bathroom, tilted his head, opened his bright eyes wide, and rushed to the bathroom door in two or three steps, and began to scratch at the door persistently.

Loren in the bathroom did not take a shower immediately, but instead looked around, feeling both familiar and strange.

The houses in Hampstead are large enough, and each house has several bathrooms. This one is next to Hermione's bedroom, and usually only she uses it. He also used this one when he boarded here during his first year summer vacation. It was a delicate mood to meet him again after a long separation.

There were a bunch of bottles and jars in the cabinet next to the sink. Loren picked one up and took a few glances. They all looked similar, but there were slight differences in some places. He felt a sense of awe in his heart and quietly put it back.

"Bah..."

Crookshanks, who was outside the room, scratched the door a little faster.

A stupid cat.

Loren suddenly remembered the important things to do tonight, turned on the shower, took off his clothes, and waited for the hot water.

“Do my make-up”

Bath in my perfume

Quick shower won't take too long

I'll be done just sing this song so "I can finish singing this song..."

From the bathroom came the sound of dripping water, faint singing, and the scratching of a cat's claws on the door.

Hermione sat on the sofa, her eyes a little dazed. For some reason, she suddenly remembered what Ginny said in the afternoon. She couldn't help but clench her fists slightly, feeling a little uneasy, and her earlobes turned slightly red.

All kinds of strange thoughts suddenly flooded into my mind. It seemed like I had been entangled for several hours, but it also seemed like only a few minutes had passed.

After thinking for a long time, Hermione decided to go to another bathroom to take a shower.

It’s time to take a bath in summer.

Moreover, they went to Diagon Alley for a dinner party today and went shopping in the afternoon, so they were sweating a little, so it was normal for them to take a shower.

"..."

Hermione deliberately slowed down her movements, wet her hair, applied conditioner, and soaked in the bathtub for a long time before slowly sitting up to blow dry her hair, using an inefficient hair dryer instead of magic. At this time, there was a slight noise outside, and Crookshanks stopped scratching at the door. Loren in the room should have finished washing up.

He might be gone in a few minutes.

"…Wrap me in plastic and make me shine."

We can make a dollhouse follow your design.

The singer's voice was so hoarse that it was hard to describe, and the lyrics were even harder to describe.

Hermione was stunned for a moment, and stood in front of the mirror in silence for a long time. She wrapped herself in her bathrobe and walked out slowly.

"Let's build a dog out of sticks and twine.

I can call you master. "I can call you master"..."

Loren turned his head and hummed, pausing for a moment, but still finished singing: "You can call me mine." Hermione frowned, looking a little uncomfortable, but still mustered up the courage to look up and look at him, her voice trembling slightly: "Can you please stop singing?"

"You can control me, I just love to sing."

Loren's mouth curled up, his chin raised, and he laughed extremely unbridled: "Who told you to owe me a birthday present last year? Now that the two gifts are added together, I am the host tonight."

Hermione pursed her lips, remained silent, and glanced down at Crookshanks who was lying next to her.

Loren took out his wand and tapped it -

The air made a slight explosion, followed by the sound of a cursing cat meowing in the courtyard outside.

The lights in the room and the corridor went out one by one, and the whole house became dark. Only a reading light was left in the bedroom, emitting a dim goose yellow light, blurring the silhouettes of the two people and the surrounding furniture.

Hermione's breathing was a little flustered, watching the figure gradually approaching, and he walked towards her with an uncontrollable smile on his face... She didn't know what was going on in her mind at this moment, it was a mess, but she was very clear that her heart was beating very fast with a faint expectation.

"Luo... "

"..."

All words were blocked. Two shadows entangled together and stumbled into the faint light of goose yellow. The shadows were reflected on the walls, the snow-white sheets, and the thick curtains, dim and swaying.

……

Hampstead.

The morning light is dim.

The nearby neighborhood gradually woke up. The energetic summer cicadas and insects began to sing early in the morning, and the birds soon joined in with their chirping and obvious joy.

The room was warm.

I don’t know if it’s a psychological effect, but even after a whirlwind cleaning, I still felt an indescribable smell lingering in the room.

Loren hadn't gotten up yet. He put his arms around the girl's neck and held her in his arms. He could feel the soft quilt and was greedy for another kind of warmth. He was reluctant to wake up and delayed for a long time before opening his eyes.

Hermione was curled up in his arms, wearing summer silk pajamas. The material was so thin that she could almost feel the delicate skin underneath the clothes.

As if sensing his gaze, Hermione's eyelashes fluttered and she woke up.

Loren stared at those clear eyes and couldn't help burying his face in her neck. He took a deep breath and said, "Hermione."

"..."

Feeling itchy, Hermione actually wanted to dodge sideways, but the man's two hands and one leg blocked her body, which was a fighting technique that was difficult to break.

"Hermione."

"..."

"Hermione."

"what happened?"

"I love you so much."

"I love you too, and I would love you even more if you would just move your wand away."

"hey-hey."

Loren leaned over to her ear and grinned: "Today is my birthday, can I..."

Hermione pursed her lips, her cheeks flushed, and she felt a little helpless. Looking at the man's silly smiling face, she couldn't help but gritted her teeth and punched him, but still didn't say no.

After all, they are lovers who have given everything to each other, and these things are just normal interests.

"..."

It's another sunny morning.

The ginger kitten in the yard scratched the door silently.

(End of this chapter)