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Chapter 876: Kissing in Diagon Alley
🕑 Added 2023-09-30 11:08:35 +0000 UTCEvan froze for a moment. What was this unfolding? If there was a disagreement, she would give him a strong kiss?!
A second before, she was lecturing him that he was too impulsive, and the next second she kissed him in an unprecedented way!
What exactly was going on? She wasn’t drunk, was she? Was Hermione broken?
He looked at Hermione's blushing face, her forehead, her eyes, her nose, and finally...
Evan felt like his brain was failing him, but his body reacted fast enough.
Looking at the expectant Hermione in front of him, at the moment of separation from her, Evan leaned forward to kiss her back, taking the initiative.
He put one hand around her back, the other hand stroking her long, slightly curly hair.
Evan kissed Hermione and sucked her lips, which were extraordinarily wet and sweet.
With the movement of both of them, he felt as though he were fluttering in a state of ecstasy.
Evan’s mind was blank, and it felt better than Firewhisky.
At this moment, Hermione was the only real thing in his world.
The two of them were breathing fast and almost melted into one.
On the other hand, Hermione's breathing became increasingly rapid.
She plucked up the courage to kiss Evan, feeling like a deer bumping into her heart, surprised at her boldness, not knowing how to explain it to Evan.
If Evan asked her what she was doing, it would be too embarrassing, and she would kiss him without saying a word.
Hermione looked at Evan hesitantly and expectantly, as though she wanted to say something but didn't know how to say it. The worry didn't last long. Her body was immediately bound into a powerful embrace, and any unfinished words were drowned in a kiss full of affection.
She felt Evan’s heat, and their bodies were pressed together tightly, their faces close together.
She could smell Evan, and her breath became hot.
She shivered slightly, forgot to think, and did not want to think. She just instinctively wanted to hug him, closer, tighter...
Hermione could feel the wriggling of Evan's lips, gently biting, going on, tapping her teeth, and the tip of his tongue slipped into...
Just as Evan was about to put his tongue deep into Hermione's mouth, there was an awkward cough behind him, and they hurriedly separated.
"Sorry to disturb you!" A middle-aged wizard glanced at them and hurriedly walked past.
Today’s young people were open, kissing in Diagon Alley in broad daylight...
Hermione pushed Evan away. Her eyes were misty, her face blushed, tiny beads of sweat oozed from the tip of her nose. Her lips were slightly open, revealing the soft and moist tip of her tongue. She was pure and charming, and her lovable look made Evan couldn't help but continue.
"Ignore him, let's continue!" said Evan softly, trying to kiss Hermione again.
His lips had touched Hermione’s, and Hermione kissed him hard and hurriedly separated.
She was not going to give Evan a chance. It was enough so far; she couldn’t let Evan’s tongue come in...
She was not ready yet. Besides, now she was in the usually crowded Diagon Alley, what if she was seen again?
Hermione didn't want photos of Evan and herself kissing to make the headlines tomorrow.
"Not now!" Hermione said flustered, breathing disorderly. "There’ll be opportunities in the future. We have to go shopping now."
Evan could only nod. The appearance of the middle-aged wizard was too untimely.
They were so close; he was almost inside Hermione...
Seeing Hermione now, he knew that he could only look for another chance, but there was a long way to go.
By and large, ‘The first step is always the hardest; it gets easier once you have already started’.
There might be fewer opportunities at 12 Grimmauld Place. Back to Hogwarts, there were many secret passages, secret rooms, bushes, and groves.
At that time, there would be absolutely no one to disturb, and they could go on to the end.
Accompanying Hermione to the Muggle mall to buy underwear was not what Evan had imagined.
In the mall, he was confused by a dazzling variety of styles, and there were all kinds of underwear styles.
Evan saw some with black fishnet patterns, red lace trim, and even semi-transparent ones—various provocative styles...
Hermione didn't look at the sexy underwear, but chose a few relatively conservative and cute styles and walked into the fitting room.
Judging from her appearance, she didn't seem to intend to consult Evan for advice.
Evan stared at the closed door in front of him in a daze, and then considered whether to go in and peek.
Then, he thought of the scene of kissing Hermione just now, and that feeling...
The opportunity was fleeting, and Hermione obviously speeded up.
A few minutes later, she came out and put some selected clothes into her pocket to check out.
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This matter hurriedly passed between them like a glimpse of light, no one mentioned it again, and Evan did not find a chance.
Over the next few days, they had a very fulfilling life.
Everyone assisted Mrs. Weasley and Kreacher to clean up the old house thoroughly and put away all the dangerous things. Kreacher always secretly took some things out of the bags, and then stuffed them to Evan.
Looking at his appearance, he was even more obedient to Evan than to Sirius.
In the eyes of this house-elf, only a wizard who liked these Dark magical items was a truly qualified wizard.
He even kept saying that it was a pity that Evan did not have the blood of the Black family; otherwise, he would definitely have been liked by the old lady.
Evan doubted that Mrs. Black would like him. Her portrait now only described him as half-breed, filth and scum. Kreacher probably wanted to explain to her that Master Regulus had been killed by the Dark Lord, and they and Voldemort were enemies.
But Mrs. Black’s portrait didn’t care about this at all, always screaming there.
In the end, Evan had to order him not to approach the portrait.
This didn't stop her much. The doorbell rang several times a day. As soon as she heard the bell, Sirius's mother was alarmed.
Harry and the others attempted to eavesdrop on the conversation of the visitors, but each time they could only catch a glimpse and hear a few scattered words before Mrs. Weasley chased them away. They didn't manage to gather much useful information at all.
During this period, they were only allowed to go and talk with the Transfiguration teacher, Professor McGonagall when she came.
Professor McGonagall looked as serious as ever. She looked very odd in Muggle dress and coat.
Like other visitors, she also seemed too busy to linger.
Sometimes, however, the visitors stayed to help.
Tonks joined them for a memorable afternoon in which they found a murderous old ghoul lurking in an upstairs toilet, and Lupin also took time to help them repair a grandfather clock that had developed the unpleasant habit of shooting heavy bolts at passersby.
It took three days for Mundungus to buy all the broom materials Evan needed.
In addition, he redeemed himself slightly in Mrs. Weasley’s eyes by rescuing Ron from an ancient set of purple robes that had tried to strangle him when he removed them from their wardrobe.
