Elwyn was stunned. What kind of development was this? Forcing a kiss at the slightest disagreement?!
A second ago, she was lecturing him for being too forward, and the next second, she took the initiative to ask for a kiss, kissing him in a way that he had never done before!
What the hell was going on? She didn't drink either? Was Hermione broken?
He looked at Hermione's flushed face, her forehead, eyes, the tip of her nose, and finally …
Elwyn felt that his brain was not enough, but his body's reaction was fast enough.
Looking at the expectant Hermione in front of him, the moment they separated, Elwyn directly leaned forward to kiss her back, taking the initiative.
He put one hand on her back, and the other hand stroked her long, slightly curly hair.
Elwyn kissed Hermione, sucking her lips hard. It was unusually moist and sweet.
Following the movements of the two, he felt as if he was floating.
Elwyn's mind was blank. It felt better than the Flaming Whiskey.
At this moment, Hermione was the only real thing in his world.
The breathing of the two gradually quickened, as if they were about to melt into one.
On the other side, Hermione's breathing gradually quickened.
She plucked up her courage and kissed Elwyn. Her heart was beating wildly, and she was surprised by her own boldness. She didn't know how to explain it to Elwyn.
If Elwyn asked what she was doing, it would be too awkward. Without saying anything, he forced a kiss.
Hermione looked at Elwyn with hesitation and expectation, as if she wanted to say something but didn't know what to say. Her worry didn't last long. Her body was instantly bound into a strong embrace, and her unfinished words were drowned in a kiss full of affection.
She felt Elwyn's heat. Their bodies were tightly pressed together, and their faces were very close.
She could smell Elwyn's scent, and her breath became hot.
She trembled slightly and forgot to think. She didn't want to think either. She just wanted to hug him, tighter, tighter …
Hermione could feel the movement of Elwyn's lips. He gently nibbled and continued to pry open her teeth, and the tip of his tongue slid in …
Just as Elwyn was about to plunge his tongue into Hermione's mouth, an awkward cough came from behind them, and they hurriedly separated.
"My apologies for disturbing you two!" A middle-aged Magus glanced at them and hurriedly brushed past them.
Youngsters nowadays were still very open-minded, kissing in Diagon Alley in broad daylight …
Hermione pushed Elwyn away. Her eyes were misty and her face was flushed. Tiny beads of sweat seeped out of the tip of her nose. Her lips were slightly open, revealing the tender and moist tip of her tongue. She was pure and charming. That lovable look made Elwyn unable to resist continuing.
"Don't worry about him, let's continue!" Elwyn said softly, trying to kiss Hermione again.
His lips had already touched Hermione's. Hermione forcefully touched him and hurriedly pulled away.
She did not intend to not give Elwyn a chance. This was enough. She could not let Elwyn's tongue in …
She was not ready yet. Moreover, they were in the crowded Diagon Alley. What if they were discovered again?
Hermione did not want the photo of her and Elwyn kissing to be the headline of the Daily Prophet tomorrow.
"It's almost time!" Hermione said in a panic, her breathing ragged. "There will be more chances in the future. Let's hurry and buy clothes now."
Elwyn could only nod. The appearance of the middle-aged Magus was too untimely.
He was so close to entering Hermione's body …
Looking at Hermione's current state, he knew that he could only find another chance. There was plenty of time in the future anyway.
Generally speaking, everything was difficult at the beginning. After the first time, the rest would be easy.
There might be fewer opportunities in 12 Grimmauld Square. There were many secret passages, secret rooms, bushes, and woods back at the Hogwarts.
At that time, no one would disturb them, and they could proceed to the end.
Accompanying Hermione to Muggle Mall to buy lingerie was not what Elwyn had imagined.
In the mall, the dazzling array of styles made him dumbfounded. There were all kinds of lingerie styles.
Elwyn saw some with black silk mesh, some with red lace, and some with translucent underwear. There were all kinds of interesting styles …
Hermione did not look at the flirtatious lingerie. She chose a few relatively conservative and cute styles and walked into the fitting room.
It seemed that she did not intend to ask for Elwyn's opinion.
Elwyn stared blankly at the door that had closed in his face, wondering if he should go in and peek.
Then, he recalled the scene of him kissing Hermione, and that feeling …
The opportunity was fleeting. Hermione obviously sped up.
A few minutes later, she came out and put the clothes she had picked into her pocket to pay the bill.
… … … … …
This matter passed quickly between the two of them like a fleeting shadow. No one mentioned it again, and Elwyn did not find a chance to do so.
For the next few days, their lives were exceptionally fulfilling.
Everyone assisted Lady Weasley and Kreacher in cleaning the old house thoroughly, packing up all the dangerous things. Kreacher would always sneak something out of the bag and give it to Elwyn.
From the looks of it, he was even more obedient to Elwyn than to Sirius.
In the eyes of this house-elf, only a wizard who liked these black magic items was a qualified wizard.
He even kept saying that it was a pity that Elwyn did not have the blood of the Blake family. Otherwise, he would definitely be liked by the old lady.
Elwyn doubted that Lady Blake would like him. Her portrait only described him as mud, scum, and scum. Kreacher probably wanted to explain to her that Young Master Legrus was killed by the Black Demon, and that they were enemies of the Lord Voldemort.
But Lady Blake's portrait did not care about this at all. It was always screaming shrilly.
In the end, Elwyn had to order him not to go near the portrait.
This did not stop for long. The doorbell rang several times a day. Whenever the bell rang, Sirius's mother would be startled.
Harry and the others tried their best to eavesdrop on the visitors, but they could only catch a few quick glances and a few scattered words before they were chased away by Lady Weasley. They did not get much useful information at all.
During this period, they were only allowed to talk to Professor Meg, the Polymorph Professor, for a while.
Professor Meg looked as serious as ever. She was wearing Muggle's clothes and coat, which made her look very strange.
Like the other visitors, she seemed to be very busy, coming and going in a hurry.
Sometimes, however, the visitors would stay to help.
Tonks and the others spent an unforgettable afternoon together. They found a fierce and cruel old ghoul in the toilet upstairs. Lupin also found time to help them fix an old clock. The clock had somehow acquired a nasty habit of shooting hard screws at passersby.
It took the Mondungues three days to buy all the materials Elwyn needed for the flying broom.
Besides that, he also slightly redeemed his image in Lady Weasley's eyes.
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