After sunset,
Vincent lay half-reclined on the bed, quietly watching Hermione sprawled across his chest.
Breathing a little heavily, she suddenly opened her mouth and bit down hard on his shoulder.
Vincent looked at the two neat rows of teeth marks on his shoulder, torn between laughter and tears. "Didn't you say you had no strength left?"
Hermione glared at him fiercely despite her soft appearance. "And didn't you say you wouldn't eat me? You big liar."
Vincent gently lifted her chin and gazed at her luscious red lips with lingering desire. "Doesn't it seem like you're the one who wants to eat me now?"
Feeling something pressing against her lower abdomen, Hermione let out a startled cry and sat up. She tugged over the blanket bunched at the edge of the bed and wrapped it tightly around herself, leaving only a section of calf barely covered by torn stockings exposed.
"Y-You, stop messing around."
He opened his arms with a wicked grin. "Come on, help yourself."
Hermione quickly glanced downward and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
The obelisk had not fully risen yet. She should be able to escape disaster.
She snuck another glance at it. "I want vegetarian."
"Fine." Vincent pursed his lips and pulled the curtains open slightly for a look, only then realizing that it was already dark outside.
He sat up in bed. "It's gotten so late."
Hermione picked up the white shirt scattered beside the bed with a resentful look and angrily hurled it at him. "Good that you know. The whole afternoon has already gone by."
Vincent had not paid much attention to the time, but the first History of Magic class in the afternoon started at two, so it had been less than three hours at most.
He had trained his