The Day of the Draw at Hogwarts

In the end, Hermione didn't understand what a Snorlax was.

"The Snorlax... I've never heard of it. Does this kind of animal really exist?" Hermione's face was full of doubts, but she couldn't deny it directly because she knew only a little about magical animals in the magical world and didn't dare to draw conclusions. Such a creature absolutely does not exist.

Just like there is a frog in the Muggle world called the "Unreasonable Frog". When nine out of ten people hear this name, they will think it is a made-up funny animal. But this kind of frog really exists. It is a A species of frog from South America. It was a full 25 centimeters long in its tadpole form, but when it developed into a frog, it was less than 7 centimeters long. This phenomenon that the adults were smaller than the juveniles was really unreasonable, so scientists named it the Unreasonable Frog.

With examples like this before, Hermione couldn't say that the Snorlax didn't exist. But there was a class on Care of Magical Creatures tomorrow, and she could take the opportunity to ask Professor Scamander. He was an expert on magical creatures, and maybe he would know something.

After thinking about it, she no longer struggled with the problem. She leaned lazily on the back of the armchair and naturally put her feet on Tom's thigh.

Tom had just been writing a report on transfiguration while chatting. Now that I had finished talking to Hermione about Luna, and was about to focus on the report, I didn't expect that a foot suddenly rested on my leg. When he looked up, he saw Hermione's eyes that seemed to be brimming with water.

"I'm so tired today, let me relax a bit," Hermione said coquettishly towards Tom, rubbing her foot on his leg, "The report is not that urgent..."

"There are so many people in the lounge," Tom became nervous as if he were a thief.

"Are you sure?" Hermione smiled. Seeing Hermione's expression, Tom quickly looked around and found that the lounge where there were some people had become empty, and the remaining people were all in pairs. Sit in the corner. It was this environment that made Hermione bold.

Tom also felt hot in his heart. Since Hermione came to the door on his own initiative, he no longer had to pretend to be a gentleman.

"Then let me squeeze it for you." As he said that, he took off the small brown leather shoes on Hermione's feet, pressed them against the soles of her feet, and kneaded them vigorously.

"Hmm..." Hermione trembled and twisted her body comfortably.

While Tom was rubbing it, he looked at the delicate soles of her feet in his hands. Hermione was still wearing a pair of somewhat conservative black stockings with no decoration at all.

"Why don't you wear those pairs you bought before?" Tom was a little disappointed. He originally thought he would see something more exciting. Hermione rolled her eyes at him and didn't answer.

"Have you finished writing your report?" Tom suddenly asked her.

"Um."

Tom:!

"Then you actually advised me not to write a report!" He glared at Hermione fiercely, "You must be severely punished!" Then he squeezed slightly with his hand, causing Hermione to tremble. She covered her mouth and tried hard to control herself from screaming.

Tom leaned down, leaned on Hermione's toes, and took a deep breath. He felt a warm breath, mixed with the smell of leather and body lotion. This smell made him deeply addicted. It was Hermione's smell.

"Hey, hey!" Hermione didn't expect Tom to be so bold today. Hermione, who was caught off guard, panicked for a moment, but quickly calmed down. She knew that as long as she took the initiative, she could embarrass this innocent little virgin. His face was red and he was defeated.

"Does it smell good? Do you like it?"

"I like it..." Tom rubbed Hermione's toes, "This is simply a work of art."

"Let...let me go," Hermione, whose attack failed, had lost her position and didn't know what to do. Tom reached under Hermione's skirt and took off her socks.

The black stockings were peeled off from the base of the calf little by little, revealing smooth skin, as white and moist as ivory. The black socks faded from the calves all the way to the ankles, then to the heels, arches and toes. Finally, they were completely peeled off with Hermione's body temperature and smell, leaving the perfect curves of Hermione's calves and feet. Exposed.

Tom balled up the socks in his hands and placed them on the armrest of the chair. The socks separated from Hermione's body quickly lost their heat, leaving only Hermione's smell and a trace of moisture.

The naughty little feet trembled slightly in Tom's hands, but they were not naked. There is also a golden anklet wrapped around Hermione's feet, which adds a touch of modification and a little more variety to the white skin.

"Isn't it okay to carry this with you every day?" Tom flicked the small bell on his anklet, but the bell made no sound.

"Just get used to it. Wearing it... it will feel like you are by my side." Hermione lowered her head and spoke what was in her heart.

When Tom heard this, he could no longer suppress his excitement. He left his seat and squeezed into the same armchair with Hermione.

He held Hermione tightly in his arms, wishing that the two of them would become one. The bursts of fragrance in his nose reminded him that the girl in front of him completely belonged to him and was his girlfriend. From body to mind to soul, Hermione was her own.

Yes, Hermione is my girlfriend. Tom wanted the world to know about it. What a happy thing!

Tom put his arms around Hermione and put his lips to hers. The two kissed each other until they were suffocated.

At this moment, Hermione would accept whatever Tom did. But after their lips parted, and looking at Hermione's confused eyes, Tom calmed down and didn't go any further.

Like is wanton, but love is restrained. He understood this clearly. So he just held Hermione in his arms and rubbed her ears together. The two chatted for a while, and soon it was midnight.

"It's time to rest, we have classes tomorrow," Tom nudged Hermione, indicating that it was time for her to go to bed. Hermione reluctantly raised her head and twisted in Tom's arms. She was obsessed with Tom and didn't want to leave him. She just wanted to hang on him like a koala.

Looking at Hermione's smooth feet, Tom picked up her socks and wanted to put them on her.

"You can keep it," Hermione rested her head on Tom's shoulder, her eyes as charming as silk. She leaned close to Tom's ear and bit his earlobe, "I know you like it very much, but I only allow you to like me. people."

After saying that, she climbed up from Tom, put her hands on the back of the chair, gave Tom a "chair dong", then kissed him like a dragonfly, jumped to the ground, and ran away quickly.