Fanfic Hermione Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Let me fantasise pleasure for a while." "Good idea!" His eyes twinkled wicked mischief. "I will do the same." He half turned, waving her to fall into step with him to follow Leonard and Favour. He made no attempt to take her arm or hand, for which she was grateful since she was super-conscious of his physicality as it was, and any contact would feel sexual after her blunder in linking pleasure and fantasy. "Favour said you and Leonard have been friends since school days," she remarked, trying to dampen the sizzle she'd unwittingly raised.

AIDANA’s POV Her gentle fingers draw each trestle back, tucking them behind my ear with adept precision. I catch her eye in the mirror. She is so innocent, my little Hermione. She’s a gift I'm grateful for, who is almost always by my side. Almost. Perhaps her family miss her. She doesn't seem to care so much any more. Hermione has realised her life here - with me - is much better. "Do you actually enjoy your hours in the temple?" Hermione asks, tightening the braid she created in the tips of her fingers.