citrus hogwarts

They were neither close nor far away, and Hermione never turned her head, and she never approached.

It wasn't until both of them went up to the eighth floor, seeing that Hermione was about to enter the Gryffindor lounge, that Kate finally couldn't bear it anymore and stepped forward to grab her.

"You obviously found that I was following behind, so can't you turn around and take a look?" She clutched the other's thin wrist, feeling aggrieved.

Hermione turned her head, her tender little face was flushed with anger, "Then I apologized to you so proactively yesterday, why did you run away?"

Kate was dumbfounded for a moment.

She couldn't say that it was because the sudden kiss made her panic, right?

Even if she wasn't used to the borderless intimacy of straight girls, Hermione was still different, at least... she was not yet 12 years old.

A proper little loli, if she really said it, then she would really be a perverted aunt.

"I..." After a well-rested brain, she suddenly thought of something, and her eyes lit up, "Because I think I need a better place to apologize."

As he said that, he took Hermione and trotted all the way, and finally came to the opposite side of the tapestry where the troll beat Barnaba with the troll stick on the eighth floor.

Kate took a breath and told her, "Wait for me for 2 minutes, I'll be fine soon."

She concentrated, and said to herself "I need a place to apologize", and went back and forth three times before seeing a door appearing on the wall.

"follow me!"

With a smile on her face, she pulled Hermione to open the door and entered the room together: "Look, this is what I want to formally apologize to you..."

The sound stopped abruptly.

Kate opened her mouth, staring at the roses in full bloom in a daze, her head didn't turn around for a moment.

This is the place to apologize?

"How can there be such a beautiful place here!"

Hermione's eyes lit up, and she squatted happily on the lawn under her feet, and picked up a flower that had fallen on the ground, but she accidentally touched the thorns on the flower branch with her fingers, she couldn't help letting go, and frowned in pain.

"What's the matter?" Seeing this, Kate rushed over immediately, checked nervously, saw the blood smeared on the surface of her slender index finger, and subconsciously lowered her head to suck it.

As soon as her fingers touched the moist lips, they were immediately wrapped in moisture. Hermione stared blankly at her movements, her eyelashes trembling slightly.

It wasn't until Kate let go of her hand and raised her head that she reacted suddenly and retracted her fingers, her eyes were so guilty that she didn't know where to look.

"It shouldn't be a problem," Kate reassured her unconsciously. "Be careful when picking up roses next time. Many beautiful flowers have thorns, you know?"

Hermione's heart was beating non-stop now, and when she was in the mood to listen to these irrelevant things, she could only turn her head and respond indiscriminately a few times.

"Then... let's make up." Kate bent down and looked at her with a smile.

Although the layout of the Room of Response is a bit exaggerated, there should be few little girls who can withstand the blessing of such a gorgeous scene.

Hermione didn't answer, she still looked down at her finger, although the pricked place on it didn't bleed anymore, but a little red appeared, which was especially obvious.

Although what she cares about is not the injured place, but...

"For you." A beautifully blooming rose was held up in front of her.

Hermione raised her head in a daze, and just happened to meet Kate's smiling eyes.

"I just used a magic spell to remove all the thorns on it, and now I won't get hurt again."

Kate sincerely held up the rose, and there was a gleam of anticipation flowing in those dark eyes, which made it impossible for people to refuse at a glance.

"...Thank you." Hermione took the rose, feeling mixed feelings for a while, not knowing what to say.

But where Kate would embarrass her, she said to herself: "I know, I shouldn't have a cold war with you because of Professor Lockhart. This is my fault, so it's not up to you to apologize."

What's more, her goal of finding Dumbledore to join the team has been achieved, and there is no need to continue this cold war.

She looked at Hermione full of hope: "Let's not quarrel in the future, okay? No matter who it is because of, it won't let our friendship deteriorate."

Hermione's eyelashes trembled, and her eyes moved from the rose to her. When she saw the gentle smile on her face as always, her flustered heart quickly calmed down.

It seemed that as long as she saw Kate's smile, she could feel extremely at ease.

"Okay," she bent her eyes, lowered her head, gently rested on Kate's shoulder, and replied in a low voice, "We will never quarrel again."

Kate felt relieved when she put it on her thin back.

Finally solved a big problem.

The two stayed in the Room of Requirement for a while, and Kate walked Hermione back to the door of the lounge before leaving alone.

Hermione watched her back at the same spot, and after a while, until she could no longer see her, she took the rose and went straight back to the dormitory with an uncontrollable smile on her lips.

As soon as she entered the door, her roommate Parvati Patil noticed the rose in her hand, and exclaimed exaggeratedly: "Come and see, Hermione received roses!"

The roommates who were still lying on their beds popped their heads one after another and began to gossip.

"Which boy gave you flowers, it's so romantic!"

"I didn't expect Hermione to be the first person to receive flowers in our dormitory, and I don't know who sent them..."

Hermione blushed slightly at their gossip, she carefully put the roses into the vase in front of the desk, and turned her head to wink at them playfully.

"Don't guess, I won't tell you anyway."

There was a wailing in the dormitory.

That is the cry of the gossip heart not being satisfied.

Chapter 14 About Guarding My Best Friend's Love

Early the next morning, everyone in Hermione's inner circle knew that she had received a rose.

"Who's going after Hermione?"

Ron finished his morning class and waved his arms exaggeratedly in the dormitory, "As far as I know, Hermione's birthday is less than ten days away, and she hasn't turned 12 yet!"

Sometimes, boys gossip more than girls.

For some reason, Harry inexplicably thought of that Qiu Zhang who had a good time with Kate. Since he met, he tried to date her, but was rejected for various reasons.

He thought, maybe they were too young, so they could only keep their feelings in their hearts.

Maybe... when he grows up a bit, he won't have that heart-pounding feeling for Qiu Zhang.

"You're right," he nodded in agreement. "According to Hermione's age, there shouldn't be any seniors in the school who would actively pursue her."

This is just speculation based on her age. After all, those seniors who have grown up are better than a little girl with a shriveled figure and an unrepentant relationship.

Several boys thought so.

Neville asked in surprise, "Could it be a gift from a student in the same grade or a lower grade?"

"Yes, it must be so!" Ron nodded firmly. "It's unlikely that the same grade, because if they like Hermione, the other party will make a move last year!"

So the most likely ones are the freshmen who have just entered school for a week.

But this year, there are only a few dozen new students. After removing the girls, there are only a dozen boys left.

"Most of these people have nothing to do with Hermione." Ron directly listed everyone's names and circled another name.

Colin Creevey.

This was the only male freshman who saw Hermione every day.

Harry twitched: "I swear by the scar on my forehead, this is absolutely impossible."

Every time that junior saw him, his eyes were glued to him, how could he care about Hermione beside him?

"Then we have no clue." Neville sat on the edge of the bed and shrugged.

Ron also frowned suspiciously: "Then who else, shouldn't it be from Kate?"

As soon as the words fell, the eyes of the three boys widened.

"This morning, I saw Hermione and Kate sitting together, they should be reconciled!" Harry said with certainty, "It must have been sent by Kate!"

So the question is, even if the two reconcile, why does Kate send roses again?

Is it possible...

He subconsciously looked at Ron, but saw him raise his index finger and make a bending motion.

"If that's the case," Neville stood up from the bed, "we must protect their feelings!"

Kate and Hermione had helped him so much, and he had to help them as much as possible!

"Hey, wait a minute!" Harry couldn't help stopping him, "Girls don't necessarily have that kind of relationship between giving roses, right? And they're both of the same age..."

His voice is getting smaller and smaller.

Ron chuckled, "Look, you also think that if it's these two people, it's not impossible."

After all, in their impression, there are almost no girls who can get together every day, even holding hands when walking.

This has to be said to be due to the cultural atmosphere, at least in Europe and the United States, even if they are good friends, there are very few girls who hug each other.

Kate was used to these physical contact in her previous life, and Hermione didn't have many friends before, so she just followed Kate's actions.

"...well," Harry surrendered helplessly, "even if they're not there yet, I think they're close."

These two girls are their few female friends, no matter what, they must protect this unbloomed flower of love!

Harry turned his head and saw the same light in both Ron's and Neville's eyes.

That's the light that guards the pure love(?) between their best friends!

……

Kate has been feeling weird lately.

Since Dumbledore asked her to come back on weekends, her school life should be pleasant and fulfilling, at least during school days.

Except for the weird guys in the back who followed her and Hermione every chance they got.

It was the end of another two consecutive Potions classes. Kate was about to pack up her things and go to the auditorium for dinner with Hermione, when she turned her head and saw those guys slowly packing up their books, as if they had to wait until they left. Walking posture.

"Wait for me outside the dungeon."

Whispering to Hermione, Kate stopped in place as soon as she followed her out of the classroom, and waited until Hermione's back disappeared on the stairs before turning around impatiently.

"Several," she glanced at the three of them, and asked imposingly, holding her chest, "You have been with us for two or three days, what exactly do you want to do?"

Ron replied reflexively, "No!"

"Really?" Kate smiled and patted his shoulder lightly, "Don't lie to me, or—"

"Actually, we just want to protect the relationship between you and Hermione!" Neville couldn't bear the pressure a little bit, his chubby body trembled, and he said it like beans falling from a bamboo tube.

But soon, his mouth was quickly covered by Harry's eyes and hands.

Kate took a step back with a look of disgust, "You... don't have any special hobbies?"

Although the three people in the book are proper Gryffindor warriors, who can guarantee that the warriors do not have a few quirks?

"I, we're not!" Harry's eyes widened, and he quickly let go of Neville.

After a while, he calmed down and asked tentatively, "Kate, are you...with Hermione?"

"……what?"

Kate looked at the three of them with question marks all over her head, her lips mumbled for a long time before she could hold back her swear words.

"Have you learned magic so much that you've lost your mind?" She swore it wasn't a bad word.

Glancing back at the stairs and making sure that Hermione hadn't accidentally appeared there, she took a long breath to keep herself from suffocating.

"I love Hermione, that's my sister's love for my sister. Harry Neville, forget about you two. Ron, you have so many brothers and sisters, can't you see it?"

Ron smiled dryly, "But..."

"No but." Kate crossed her hips, her molars were grinding, "I'll just say these words once, if you dare to talk nonsense again, especially in front of Hermione—"

She pulled out her wand, smashed a small stone on the ground, and looked at them with a smile.

The three brothers were silent for a few seconds, then ran away screaming at the same time.

Heh, three lily men who love to think wildly all day long.

Kate snorted softly, turned around, and saw Malfoy appearing at the back door of the classroom.