Harry Potter’s Defense Professor

The bedroom door was pushed open and Hermione came in in her pajamas. Lockhart was not surprised, given the opportunity, Hermione would have pretended to ask questions to get close to him.

"Hi, Hermione!" Lockhart greeted her with a smile. "Is there any problem, how is your summer homework?"

Lockhart found that this time Hermione didn't pretend to hold the book in her hand, but went straight to the bed, climbed on the bed, kicked off her slippers, and then, in his astonished eyes, got into the thin blanket and pressed it against the bed. Lie down by herself.

After Hermione lay down, she faced Lockhart, put her arms around him, and said in an unquestionable tone, "I'll sleep with you tonight."

"Oh, no, Hermione..." Lockhart put down his pen.

"You promised, I'm your lover, and of course I want to sleep with you."

"But this is the Burrow!" Lockhart said with a guilty conscience. "If Mrs. Weasley finds out, it will be a mess."

"I don't care!" Hermione blushed, but said in a brutal tone, "She won't know, neither Ginny nor Fleur will talk nonsense."

"But you're still young..."

"Is Pandora not too young!" Hermione said shyly and anxiously, "I'm at least an adult!"

"Okay, let's sleep together." Lockhart was going to tease her, this is not the place to do this at all, and to be honest, this time he went to China and was very happy, he doesn't have much to do now Want to vent, not in a hurry to accept Hermione. After all, if this girl touches her, she can't be like a **** and get rid of it easily.

He continued to pick up the pen and continued to write under the light of the bedside table...

Hermione lay on Lockhart's waist for a while, and felt bored, so she sat up and watched what Lockhart was writing.

She was wearing white cotton pajamas, her thick wavy hair hanging down smoothly, obviously groomed and no longer as messy as when she was a child. Delicate and delicate face, eyelashes flickering, under the illumination of the table lamp, you can even see the tiny fluff on the skin.

"You're writing a book!" said Hermione, resting her head on Lockhart's shoulder.

"Yeah," Lockhart replied. He was also watching this little girl who could be taken away at any time. When he first saw Hermione on the train, she was still a little kid.

It is indeed a very fulfilling thing for a man to let such a smart and beautiful little witch who is independent and strong, full of justice and love, take the initiative to climb into your bed and propose a pillow seat.

Lockhart put the pen on the notebook, stretched out his hand, and raised Hermione's little chin provocatively: "Our Hermione has grown up too. Knowing that he misses a man, he will go to a man's bed!"

Hermione shook her head and got rid of Lockhart's hand, then grabbed his arm and didn't give him a chance to continue writing, and pressed her whole body on Lockhart's arm: "Professor, go to sleep."

"Okay, then let's go to sleep~" Lockhart was going to continue to play stupid. He put the things on his lap on the bedside table, then turned off the lamp, got into the bed, and hugged Hermione's from behind. Small body: "Good night."

Hermione wasn't fat, but she was soft to the touch. Most importantly, Lockhart found that the smell on Hermione still made him feel happy. He hugged Hermione a little, and put his knee on her leg. Bend, let her be completely in his arms, and smell her body comfortably.

It's really fragrant. If you can hold such a little girl to sleep every day, it will be a great joy in life.

Hermione was in Lockhart's arms, her heart was beating wildly, and she was so happy that she felt like she was dreaming, and even wanted to pinch herself. But the professor doesn't seem to be ready to do anything, is it really just holding him to sleep like this?

"Professor, are you really going to sleep..." Hermione whispered.

"Why, can't sleep?" Lockhart suppressed a smile, "Okay, let's chat."

After all, with the pajamas that feel great in hand,

Start kneading Hermione's chest. I don't know if it's a late development or because of lack of love, Hermione's chest is smaller than Pandora's, but it's soft and tender, and it feels good to touch.

"How was your summer vacation?" Lockhart caressed Hermione casually, making her breathing quicker.

"Um... I've been doing summer jobs in a small shop next to my house this summer, and I've been doing it for less than a month. It was so boring, Ron and Ginny just called me to play, so they went to the Weasleys' house. ," Hermione actually started chatting with Lockhart, "and then stayed here for a while, spending time with the two of them every day, and the test results came a few weeks ago."

"Summer job? Do something."

"Promoting a perfume..." Hermione said embarrassedly, she thought she was so smart, it was okay to do such a thing, but... "I would like to hear a few words from me when I meet a man, and I meet some women. Don't wait for me to speak and chase people away..."

"You have to be thick-skinned to sell. I think your skin is very thin." Lockhart said with a pun, his hand poking in under his pajamas.

"I'll never do anything like sales again!" Hermione said angrily, then moved to bring herself closer to him.

"Oh...then your vacation doesn't have any interesting activities," Lockhart said distressedly.

"Well, the Burrow is interesting, but Ginny doesn't like Fleur very much," Hermione whispered, as if afraid of being overheard by Ginny, "She calls Fleur 'Slime'."

"Haha, it's probably because of the mutual exclusion between pretty girls," Lockhart said unceremoniously, debunking Ginny, "I guess you don't like Fleur either."

"No... Professor," Hermione asked softly, "Can you take me out next vacation, wherever you want."

"Well, of course, but you have to promise me a condition." Lockhart pressed Hermione's neck and demanded, "When the two of us are together, call me Gilderoy."

"Okay," Hermione didn't have Pandora's strange hobbies, and agreed at once, she also felt that this would make the two of them closer, "Gidero..."

Hermione struggled to turn over, facing Lockhart, looked up and kissed Lockhart, and after kissing, lay down quietly with her head buried in Lockhart's chest - she likes to read books, read everything, But there was no book that told her what to do when a couple sleeps together. Although she instinctively told her that it had something to do with her lower body, she was actually a novice in this regard.

Lockhart was now facing Hermione, so he had no choice but to stroke Hermione's back and hold her quietly. In fact, occasionally sleeping with a girl like this, and doing nothing, feels quite loving, Lockhart thought.

Seeing that Lockhart was going to sleep again, Hermione was anxious and annoyed: "Professor... ah no, Gilderoy, do something."