When Hermione woke from her haze, she found herself lying in an unfamiliar room, with a stranger seemingly lying beside her. It took only a few seconds for Hermione to realize what had happened, and her mind went completely blank.
Suppressing the urge to scream, she stiffly turned her head and stared at that familiar yet unfamiliar face, frozen in place.
Hermione stared foolishly at Albert's sleeping face, recalling what had happened the night before: she had finally gathered the courage to confess to Albert, but he had firmly rejected her and hoped she could let go of those feelings. Albert was already married and could not give her the future she wanted.
However, Hermione had taken the Felix Felicis she had prepared in advance, successfully turned the tables on Albert, and won the happiness that belonged to her.
At least, that was what Hermione believed. She had finally gotten her wish and embraced Albert deeply, kissed him, and then... At that thought, Hermione's cheeks instantly flushed to the roots of her ears. She pulled up the blanket to cover her face, but her mind still involuntarily replayed what had happened last night, along with that soul-melting, unforgettable sensation.
"Does it still hurt?"
Albert's warm voice suddenly came from beside her.
"Ah!"
Hermione was at a loss, unsure how she was supposed to face Albert now.
Albert noticed Hermione's bashful appearance as well. He blinked in surprise, then deliberately leaned close to her ear and whispered, "You were pretty proactive last night. Your boldness completely stunned me."
"Well... no... Aren't you angry?"
Hermione's entire head seemed ready to steam. Her thoughts were in complete disarray, and she had no idea what she was even saying.
"When it comes to this sort of thing, men usually aren't the ones getting the