Tonight, Hogwarts is not only decorated in the Great Hall, but the area below the steps outside the castle has also been magically transformed into a beautiful Rose Garden.
The entire garden is enveloped in Fairy Lights that appears and disappears intermittently. The outermost edge is a ring of low shrubs, and the main circular path connecting the steps is paved with Moonstone Pebbles, with intertwined rose bushes on both sides.
If you listen carefully, you can faintly hear the sound of rushing water.
Following the sound, you can see a giant ice fountain in the center of the garden.
Many stone sculptures stand around the fountain, depicting common Magical Creatures.
The main path of the garden was lined with many carved benches, where pairs of male and female students sat close together, and the air was filled with an ambiguous atmosphere.
Vincent and Hermione hadn't gone far when they saw a pair of upperclassmen embracing. The boy had his arm around the girl's waist, and the girl had her arm around the boy's neck, and then...
"Click—" Hermione's heel landed heavily on the pavement paved with Moonstone Pebbles.
The discordant sound did not stop the two students; instead, their kiss became even more passionate.
Vincent covered her eyes, leaned close to her ear and whispered, "It seems we've come to the wrong place."
"Ugh—" Hermione said in a low voice, "I was just startled. Please let go."
"Wait a moment."
After letting go, she discovered that the two students had miraculously disappeared.
"You hid them?"
Vincent gestured for her to look ahead along the garden path.
Starting from beneath her feet, Moonstone Pebbles emitted a soft glow.
The rose bushes on both sides swayed as if they had come alive, and the ambiguous atmosphere in the air was replaced by a fragrant floral scent.
A gentle breeze swept by, scattering petals everywhere.
Each of them shimmered with a dazzling light, like the ethereal Fairy Lights.
Hermione held a petal in her hands and discovered that the light source was actually coming from the dew on it.
It turns out that the so-called Fairy Lights is not fireflies or lanterns, but dewdrops that have been enchanted with Permanent Lumos Charm.
The labyrinthine garden is filled with countless rose bushes, and each rose petal is adorned with more than one dewdrop.
Such a massive amount of magic could only be the work of Dumbledore.
However, Vincent's magic was not bad either. He hid all the people in the garden with the "Mirroring Curse", then lit up the Moonstone Pebbles one by one, then brought the rose bushes to life, and finally rolled up a sky full of rose petals. It is extremely difficult to complete such a large-scale combination magic on one person.
Hermione gently tossed the flower petals she held in her hands into the fairy-tale night sky, then turned and hooked her arm around Vincent's neck, leaving a faint lip print on his face.
"Thanks."
Vincent pulled her into his arms. "Do you like my wicked plan?"
Hermione gently squeezed his small hand, tiptoed closer to him, and said, "I like it, but it's too high-profile."
Vincent bent down so that her heels could touch the ground. "Isn't this all prepared for the socializing after the ball? If I hide them, there won't be any embarrassment of being discovered."
She lowered her head shyly and saw the unhealed wound through his slightly open collar.
This is the wound from when I was scratched by Werewolf last school year. Although it is shallow and no longer bleeds, it will remain forever.
Hermione gently touched the wound with her fingertips. "Does it hurt?"
Vincent shook his head. "It doesn't hurt."
She held him tightly and gently pressed her lips to his wound.
After a long while, she raised her head, her amber eyes like a boiling lake, reflecting a face she knew all too well.
Are you sure no one will find out?
Vincent met her eyes with a strange expression. "Don't you know the effects of the 'Mirroring Curse'? It's a high-level spatial magic that even Professor Moody's Magic Eye can't detect."
"Yes, I know." Hermione's voice was very soft, like a gentle breeze passing by her ear.
She suddenly let go of her little hand and took a step back, then hugged her back even tighter.
Vincent could feel the intensity in her amber eyes, and he was about to say something when she cut him off.
Their tongues intertwined, stretching out a glistening thread of moisture.
Hermione let the broken silver thread stick to her lips, her eyes glazed, and gently pushed him into the still rose bushes.
Her soft moans were neither too loud nor too soft, leaving Vincent, who was lying in the flower bushes, completely bewildered.
When their eyes meet, they can confirm each other's thoughts through their gaze.
Hermione walked into the flower bushes, and the fine, delicate skin on her calves and ankles was scratched by the tiny thorns.
She whimpered, then felt a warm current enveloping her wound.
Before her wounds had healed, she continued into the flowerbed where the thorns had disappeared, her long legs resting on either side of Vincent's waist.
Through the slit in the skirt, he could clearly see the black lace leggings underneath.
After admiring him for a few seconds, Hermione bent down, placed her little hands on his chest, and slowly sat in his lap.
Her movement was like lighting a powder keg, causing Vincent to grab her small hand tightly.
Losing her support, Hermione suddenly collapsed onto him, staring intently into his fiery blue eyes.
She started the fire, but she can no longer control it.
After a brief feeling of weightlessness, the two switched positions and engaged in a near-suffocating kiss.
Vincent loosened his grip on her small hands and ripped off his black double-breasted tuxedo coat.
Hermione's mind went blank, and she instinctively wrapped her arms around his strong waist.
The constant friction between skin and clothing added fuel to the burning flames.
She kept groping around haphazardly, clumsily trying to unbutton his shirt.
Such an action is tantamount to pouring a large barrel of gasoline into a raging fire.
Vincent's large hand traveled up her long, beautiful legs, touching a mysterious forbidden zone.
"Mmm..." Hermione instinctively squeezed her legs together, accidentally biting his tongue hard.
The salty, fishy smell was like a poison, intoxicating her. She suddenly ripped open his shirt.
Vincent paused, seemingly surprised by her boldness.
In that moment of distraction, Hermione sat back down on him.
She hurriedly brushed her disheveled hair behind her ears, but it quickly cascaded down again.
Her amber eyes focused on the red tie that had fallen across Vincent's chest, and she hooked her fingertips around the end of the tie and yanked hard.
Her loose, long brown hair was tied into a bun, with a few strands still hanging down by her ears.
Hermione let them fall onto Vincent's chest, the tingling sensation of the hairs brushing against his skin like a signal, and the graceful curves of her body further stimulated him to cover her slender waist with his large hands.
He successfully located the dress's hidden zipper along her smooth back.
She pulled it down cleanly, leaving only one shoulder strap hanging on her half-exposed shoulder.
Hermione gently pulled, and the evening gown slipped down.
Her face was slightly flushed, and her expression carried a hint of barely perceptible nervousness.
Being able to admire such a beautiful view Vincent feel inexplicably thirsty.
He propped himself up and sat up, pressing his lips hard against her luscious red lips.