Chapter 496: Active Ivan
Hermione yelled in a low voice, she was concentrating on taking the medicine, she never thought that Ivan would do this at all.
She only felt that Aiwen turned over and hugged herself hard, and after a while of rotation, she was pressed down hard...
Hermione looked at Ivan above with wide eyes uneasily, but she couldn't make a sound anyway.
In just a moment, she felt that she had no strength in her whole body, and she was powerless to stop Aiwen at all.
She felt that Alvin's strength had become so great that she couldn't move no matter what.
Hermione raised her little hand symbolically, pushed Ivan, and then put it down quickly.
In an instant, her little face flushed with shame, and her heart was beating violently.
Hermione seemed to realize that Ivan's shirt had been taken off and nothing was on.
She and Aiwen are now attached to everything in the true sense.
Although Aiwen's upper body is not strong, his long-term exercise has allowed his muscles to be evenly distributed and looks very comfortable.
To put it simply, it is the kind that is very attractive to girls.
The candlelight was beating, and the air was gradually filled with Xuanni's atmosphere.
The August nights were sweltering, not to mention there was nowhere to breathe in the tent.
The heat of sunlight collected during the day seemed to burst out at this moment.
The temperature in the hut is getting higher and higher, the eyes of the two meet, and the sweat on their bodies also melts together...
No one spoke, because everything was silent, and a strange feeling spread in the body.
To be honest, Hermione looked forward to Ivan's next actions, even though she was shy, nervous, and terribly scared now.
Under the impulsiveness, Ai Wen did not expect that he would be so bold and take the initiative to push Hermione down.
Although I have envisioned this scene countless times, I never thought it would be so straightforward.
He felt the girl under his body trembling slightly, and there was a rare trace of charm on his ruddy face.
Smelling that sweet scent, Hermione is so attractive now.
The invisible aura attracted Ivan, and he couldn't help but slowly lower his body, with the whole weight on Hermione...
"Hermione, I like you!" he whispered softly.
Hermione didn't seem to catch it because she didn't respond.
Or have heard clearly, but do not know what to say.
Her body moved a bit, and stopped quickly because she was too close to Ivan.
Only the long eyelashes trembled slightly on the beautiful and lively eyes.
Like a kitten, curled up under Ai Wen, there is no room for resistance.
Seeing Hermione like this, Aiwen's brain stopped functioning, and all his complicated thoughts turned into a blank.
The mind has stopped functioning, only the body is driven by primitive desire.
The distance between the two was so close that they even stopped breathing.
Like last time, Ivan was about to kiss Hermione.
Hermione had already tightly closed her eyes, and that cute and alluring look made one want to go up and take a bite.
The distance between the two is getting closer...
In the next second, Ivan felt that he had touched it!
In the suffocatingly sweet atmosphere, he kissed the girl's cool, clear lips.
The soft and sweet taste is a feeling that only belongs to Hermione.
Only one second passed, but to the two of them, it seemed like a century had passed.
It was the same as last Christmas in Diagon Alley, only a slight touch between their lips.
Ivan could feel Hermione's tension, she clenched her teeth tightly and did not let go.
But this time, Hermione had no place to dodge or escape.
She has been firmly pressed down by Ai Wen, no matter how much she trembles, it can only cause greater excitement.
Aiwen has decided to go one step further and break through the opponent's defense. He actively sticks out his tongue...
"Cough, cough!" A cough came from the side.
Ivan and Hermione raised their heads subconsciously and saw Sirius was at the door.
There was a hint of a self-evident smirk at the corner of his mouth, as if he understood everything.
The two looked down at each other, feeling each other's breath and body temperature.
In the next second, Ivan and Hermione separated at the fastest speed, and they all looked at Sirius embarrassedly.
The atmosphere in the air was terribly awkward, at least that's how Ai Wen felt.
My luck is really bad. It's rare for me to take the initiative and this kind of thing happens.
He didn't expect that Sirius would come in at such a critical time, if there was a hole here, he would definitely be able to get in.
As for Hermione, who was extremely shy, her face was so red that she was about to bleed.
She didn't dare to see Sirius, let alone Ivan.
I could only look down at the foot of the bed, not at all as usual.
"Sorry to bother you two!" Sirius smiled and blinked at Ivan, "But I think it's safer for you to close the door before you do this kind of thing in the future .”
"Thank you for the reminder!" Ivan stared at Sirius and explained, "I was injured before, and Hermione just came to give me medicine."
"Of course it is, but I think you guys need to rest now, it's already past three o'clock in the middle of the night!" He replied softly, "However, taking the medicine is also very important, you better hurry up and hurry up." Quick decision!"
For this guy, Ivan no longer knows what to say.
Blame it if he was too excited to see Hermione just now and forgot to close the door.
"Okay, I still want to go and see Harry, you two can continue!" Sirius nodded.
He held the handle, ready to help Ivan close the door.
But how could Hermione dare to stay here, she glared at Ivan, and fled the room with a flushed face.
Now, Aiwen was the only one left in the hut who was powerless and collapsed on the bed, staring blankly at the candles on the table in a daze.
Next door to Ivan, Harry also fell asleep on the bed, his head buzzing.
He knew he should be feeling exhausted, and it was three in the morning.
But he felt unusually sober, to be precise, sober, and worried.
A few days earlier, he had woken up with excruciating pain from the scar on his forehead.
Tonight, Voldemort's mark appears again, and he has the help of powerful and evil vampires.
He took the fiend statue, an extremely dangerous item of dark magic.
Harry turned away, trying to figure out what all this meant?
Despite having Sirius and Alvin to lean on for help, Harry wanted to do something with his abilities.
Especially in the matter of fighting Voldemort, he felt that he had an inescapable responsibility.
Thoughts were jumbled in his head, and Harry felt as if he was about to catch on to something crucial, just a little bit.
If only he could go back to that dream again, back to the dream where Voldemort appeared.
Perhaps it was possible to know that Harry had such a feeling.
He must be able to know the other party's ongoing conspiracy from there, because there he is Voldemort!
It was a bad idea, and Harry couldn't go back to that dream now.
He sighed, and at this moment, he felt Sirius gently push open his door.
He hurriedly closed his eyes, pretending to be asleep.
After Sirius left, Harry opened his eyes and lay on his back on the bed, staring aimlessly at the ceiling.
Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night! (To be continued.)