Hufflepuff never works overtime

"Where do you think you can be better than me?"

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The author's words:

Originally, from the previous foreshadowing, in fact, everyone can see that I want to delay the first kiss for a while, after all, the two cubs don't know it at all!That is, I can only post stickers, but I don’t know what skills...

But, as I was writing, I felt that there was no way to end this intimacy, even if it was just a lip service!

So in the end I let them kiss, otherwise the two will not be able to sleep tonight (o`~?o)

look!Compared with Mrs. Granger, who is the more beloved old mother? It's clear at a glance!

Chapter 250: Combing the Hair

The temperature on her face couldn't fade for a long time. Under Hermione's strong protest, Faise finally gave up the idea of ​​opening the windows for ventilation and using the cold outside to cool her head.

"But it looks really obvious..."

Faith stood behind Hermione with her mouth curled up, looking at herself in the vanity mirror with a springy face, even the frame of her glasses couldn't hide the redness in the corners of her eyes, she sighed helplessly.

"That's how you get colds all the time. Mom won't think about that. Besides...even if she sees it, there's nothing we can do. We'll have to tell them one day."

Hermione was struggling with her tangled hair, her brows were furrowed, she hadn't taken care of it for just two days, but due to the successive rainy days, the tangled curly hair seemed to be arranged by Professor Snape Potions homework was just as difficult.

Due to her 'enviable' hair volume, she couldn't even pull her long hair to one side, so she could barely squeeze half of it with the palm of her hand, and then desperately pulled the comb downward.

"Can't you be a little gentler with yourself?"

Faith felt her scalp ache aching when she watched the other party's movements, she patted Hermione's hand tightly holding the comb, and signaled the other party to let her try it.

"Are you sure?" Hermione turned her head to look at Faise, even though her hand was loosened, the comb was still stuck firmly on her long hair, and even dangling in the air with the movement of her head, "This Not the level you usually deal with."

"That's not a problem that can be solved by brute force..." Faith 'rescued' the comb from the little lion's head, and as expected, the middle of the hair section was a disaster scene, completely tangled up.

"If you become bald in the future, don't blame me for despising you."

She bent down slightly, and patiently separated and combed the entangled curly hair strand by strand from the edge. The hands on the top of the hair were pinched very carefully, for fear of pulling the other party's scalp.

"Would you dislike me?" Hermione put her hands on the dressing stool, her legs tucked under the chair, and her toes touched the ground little by little.

"Why not?" Faith rolled her eyes at the other party angrily, "So I told you not to use brute force, doesn't it hurt?"

"Okay," Hermione pouted thoughtfully, and after a short silence, she suddenly asked, "So Faith, do you like me because I have more hair?"

"What kind of strange question is this?"

I don't understand how the other party's little head can equate the two, but the introverted Miss Orest doesn't want to analyze her mental journey in front of the person she likes.

It's too shameful to think about that kind of thing, she can't do it anyway.

In the end, Faise just explained vaguely, "Who would have such strange criteria for choosing a mate? Isn't Professor Hagrid the most popular person at Hogwarts? I like you because you are Hermione Granger ah……"

"This statement always feels so perfunctory." Hermione arched her head coquettishly and arched the arm of the person behind her. "Let me explain it in more detail. Don't you want to know why I like you?"

Faise was completely troubled by the other party. Although the comb in her hand was still moving, her eyes were obviously erratic, "It must be a lie to say that you don't want to know, but it's not appropriate to talk about it now, Greg Mrs. Ranger is still downstairs waiting for us to eat cake."

"I can understand that," Hermione's smile was so bright that it almost outshine the sun, "do you have so many reasons that you can't finish it now?"

Faith looked at the head that was getting more and more insatiable and leaned against her lower abdomen, and seeing the part that she had worked so hard to take care of was messed up again, she couldn't breathe a little bit of anger in her heart.

Even just being stared at by those smiling eyes, the throbbing in her heart made the blush that had finally faded reappear on her neck and earlobes.

The endless twists and turns in her heart finally turned into a helpless and doting smile on the corner of her mouth, and Faise sighed softly, "Don't move, or you won't be able to finish combing until tomorrow, alas... I knew it would be like this, I You should have brought the magic comb at home that can untie any knot."

No negative is yes!

Knowing that for a naturally shy lover, it would be a bit difficult for Faise to admit the truth, so Hermione was already very satisfied with this result, and this time she reluctantly let go of the other party's blunt remarks to change the subject.

"Why haven't I seen that kind of comb before?" Hermione just wanted to turn her head to look at the other person's face, but she was held down by three fingers and twirled. I didn't even know you would go to a beauty store..."

"No," Faith moved her wrists slowly, and she had already saved most of the hair strands. "It was given to me when the rabbi went to buy Sonny's toiletries."

"Oh..." Hermione nodded subconsciously, and felt something was wrong after careful inspection, staring at the upturned corner of Faise's mouth in the mirror, she said innocently, "That doesn't seem to be for people, does it?"

"It doesn't matter, it's fine if it's easy to use."

Faith had already finished processing one side, and slowly walked around to Hermione's other side, and beat her sore waist, "I remember that when I was a child, there was a kind of shampoo specially made for soft hair at home, which was very useful, but later In order to cut expenses, it was replaced by Muggle brand."

"Ah, speaking of that," Hermione turned her head, just in time to grab the comb that was in the way, "Hiss..."

A few strands of hair snapped silently, but the burning pain still appeared on the scalp.

"Didn't I tell you not to move around?" Faith subconsciously bent down, and softly blew on the part where the other party pulled, "I'm no longer a child, and I can't even comb my hair a little more peacefully."

The cool wind soothed the stinging pain very well, and the feeling of happiness penetrated from the scalp to the brain, and Hermione couldn't help squinting her eyes.

The girl in the mirror is carefully smoothing her hair. This is the result she has been looking forward to day and night for two months. However, at the moment when it really came true, Hermione suddenly felt an unreal feeling of being in a dream. feel.

Fortunately, the residual pain on the scalp kept reminding her that everything was real.

He really confessed his love to Faise, and they were really together!

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The author's words:

I took a nap when I got home, so it was even later...(*/ω＼*)

Finally, I have the confidence to add the label of love!

Chapter 250 Five

"What's the matter, suddenly stopped in the middle of the conversation, it's not like your style."

That overly straightforward look never showed signs of restraint. Even though they had confirmed their relationship, Feise still shyly called back the person who was staring blankly at the mirror.

The broken hair was hooked behind the ear by the ring finger, revealing the red earlobe.

"Maybe you will comb it for me more in the future, and I'll get used to it," Hermione said with a natural smile, without the slightest guilt of being found 'peeping' after she recovered.

"I just suddenly remembered that the shampoo you mentioned should have been invented by Harry's grandfather. I saw it in an extracurricular book in the second grade when I introduced the ten most economically beneficial inventions of the 20th century. .”

"Potter?"

Faith deliberately pretended to stare in disbelief, and put the comb that completed the task on the table, "I thought their family was rich in saviors."

"Are you joking?" Hermione heard the sarcasm in the other party's tone, and turned her head puzzled. "I found that you seem to have some minor opinions on Harry and Ron?"

"Small opinion?"

Faith watched Hermione pick up the eyebrow pencil casually, and brought her face closer to the mirror, pouted childishly, "I just hate that they always like to pull you to do some stupid things."

The pen that was approaching her eyebrows paused, and Hermione turned her head to look at the gloomy girl. Suddenly, there seemed to be a flash of light in her mind, and a guess emerged in her heart - Faith, could it be that she was jealous? ——The confused eyes immediately brightened, she cleared her throat and said seriously, "I promise I only like you, Harry and Ron are just my friends."

"Where are you thinking?" Faith, who had been teased briefly again, frowned. It was undeniable that she was happy when she heard this, but wouldn't it make her seem extra cautious?

"Of course it's normal for you to have your own social circle, don't you care that I always get tired of being with Milion and Tarsila?"

Hermione stared at the other party resentfully, "I mind."

Angrily poking the little lion's smooth forehead, Feys didn't realize that this guy in front of her was a jealous jar that even rivaled cats.

"I'm afraid that if you mix with them, one day you will encounter something that will affect your life. In fact, something happened last year, right?"

Faith still has lingering fears when she thinks about the petrification. Seeing her serious expression, Hermione rubbed the eyebrow pencil in her hand a little at a loss, "But if we don't investigate, there will be more students in Hogwarts." was attacked, and I..."

Pressing her slightly cool fingertips against the other's lips, Faise already expected that her next words would only make her angrier.

"I know you've always been proud of Gryffindor's bravery and adventurous spirit, but look at the shitty things you've encountered in the past two years, I really don't want to see you lying in a corner with your whole body cold."

Faise pursed her lips, and couldn't help slipping out the words hidden in her heart, "Now you are my girlfriend, please consider my mood more when you face those dangers next time? "

"I promise you," Hermione saw that the other party's brows were getting deeper and deeper, she quickly put her hand on Faise's clenched fist, hooked her dexterous little finger on the other party's palm, and shook her wrist coquettishly.

"What did you just say I was yours? Say it again."

Even though Hermione tried every means, Faise just didn't want to repeat what she said. She pressed the other person's shoulder, turned the other person's body to the mirror, and kept urging.

"Hurry up and paint your eyebrows, I'm still waiting for cake."

After finally getting away with the reason for the quarrel, Hermione calmly breathed a sigh of relief in her heart, and she still had to try to gain some sweetness from Faith, "I won't continue unless you tell me."

Unable to see the other party's dawdling look, Faise snatched the eyebrow pencil that had been dangling in the air for a long time, pinched Hermione's delicate jaw with her slender fingers, and said almost gnashing her teeth.

"Since you don't want to paint yourself, let me do it for you."

Her head slightly raised following the opponent's fingers, her eyes met, Hermione looked at the hand that was frozen in mid-air, and smiled at Faith, "Okay."

"Then I can draw whatever I want!" Faise deliberately hummed in a threatening tone.

Unexpectedly, Hermione blinked her eyes, looked at the other person's face with no makeup except lipstick, and raised her eyebrows very reassuringly, "Anyway, as long as you like it, I won't go out today, and my mother also knows my technical level. "

What kind of makeup do you wear when you don't go out!

Seeing Hermione's really indifferent face, Faise, who was trying to intimidate her, was stunned, how could she draw eyebrows.

"I really want to do it!"

"uh-huh."

Seeing the menacing eyebrow pencil approaching in front of her eyes, Hermione didn't show any sign of shrinking, and even closed her eyes easily.

What do Hermione's eyebrows usually look like?

Faith, who was driven off the shelf, trembled a little while holding the pen. She carefully looked at the other person's pretty face, and slowly rubbed her chin with the other hand.

It should... be slender and long, looking very energetic and energetic?

"Is there a problem?"

Feeling the tip of the pen lightly tapped on his brow, but he didn't move for a long time, the wicked Miss Granger urged her on purpose.

"I'm in the process of brewing. When the time comes, the painting won't look good. Don't rely on me!"

Faith's body slowly leaned forward. In order to maintain her balance, she half-kneeled with one leg beside Hermione's, and rested her chin with her hand that didn't hold a pen, and wrote the first stroke with a very solemn expression.

The light brown color appeared under the already perfect eyebrow shape of the other party. Faise felt that every stroke she made was like a test of the heart's load capacity, and she didn't even dare to use force to catch her breath.

Although she was confused when imagining it, when it came time for her to actually operate it, she did not expect it to go smoothly.

Maybe it's because she is more familiar with this face than she imagined?

"Okay, okay..." Faise still seemed hesitant when she stopped her hand, and even quietly added a touch to the end of her eyebrows, looking at the pair of eyes that were shining again in front of her, she muttered a little unsurely. Said, "If you feel dissatisfied, just draw it yourself."

The sweet and soft breath surrounding her slowly faded away, Hermione blinked with some regret, her small white teeth were particularly eye-catching on her grinning face.

"I am satisfied with what you drew."

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The author's words:

Illustrations and emoticons have been uploaded to the supplementary link of the extra volume!

I have been too busy with the internship in the past two days, and the update time is a bit dark, thank you very much for your votes

Chapter 250 Six

Seeing the two of them walking down the stairs holding hands, their daughter's valiant and high-spirited appearance didn't know that something good had happened to her, and she still had to whisper to Faise's ear just for such a short distance.

"Are you finally willing to come down? I've already cut the cake and put it in the refrigerator. Remember to get it yourself."

Mrs. Granger took a leisurely sip of the tea in her hand, feeling a little emotional.

It's true...it hasn't changed much in so many years.

The relationship between the two children has been very good since childhood. I originally hoped that their personalities would complement each other when they grow up, but now they have developed more and more extremes.

"Thank you ma'am." Faise hid half of her body behind Hermione, and immediately shrank back after she finished speaking.

Most of her attention was on how to block the interlocking hands beside them. Originally, Faise didn't want to behave so unscrupulously in front of Mrs. Granger, but Hermione didn't give her a chance to choose.

Maybe it was because her intention to cover up was too obvious, Hermione's index finger covering the back of her hand suddenly moved, Faith looked sideways, her deer-like eyes stared at her aggrievedly, she mouthed a question road.

'Do you not like it? '