Hermione, like a kitten that has just stolen some cream, first looked around, then tucked a strand of hair from her forehead behind her ear with her fingers.
This was to prevent hair from falling on Silan's face and waking him up.
"A kiss will make it stop hurting."
Looking at the scar, Hermione thought to herself.
This was certainly not magic; it was just a little secret between the two of them.
Silan and Hermione have known each other since childhood and grew up together. Occasionally, when Hermione Silan kiss the wound.
"Mom said a kiss will make it stop hurting."
Hermione was convinced of this and decided to put it into action.
She slowly lowered her head and gently kissed the faint mark on Silan's forehead.
The dark clouds outside dispersed, and the sun, which had just peeked out, blushed and pulled up the horizon, half-concealing itself.
This made the room somewhat dim, and the sunlight cast their silhouettes.
The two shadows were intimately intertwined.
The cool touch on her lips sent a flutter through Hermione's heart.
After she realized she had actually kissed him, she suddenly became shy.
She touched her lips with her fingers; they still seemed to retain a little warmth.
Hermione stared blankly, her heart pounding.
"No way? They actually kissed?"
Glancing at Silan's sleeping face, Hermione felt her face burning red, and her ears seemed to be steaming.
She brushed her hair aside, covered her face with her hand, and kept thinking to herself, "Hermione, you bad girl!"
But the idea only flashed through her mind for a moment before Hermione began to try to justify it.
"It's just a courtesy, nothing serious."
But clearly, Hermione's idea failed to convince herself.
After all, Silan was asleep.
What kind of etiquette is this? A goodnight kiss?
But even a goodnight kiss shouldn't be given casually, right?
Hermione was trying to find reasons for herself in her mind, but at the same time she felt that the reasons were not enough, so she contradicted herself, making her mind a complete mess.
Finally Hermione shook her head, thinking with self-righteousness.
"It's just a habit!"
"We could kiss when we were little, why can't we now?"
The more she thought about it, the more excited she became. She clenched her little hands into fists and placed them in front of her chest to encourage herself.
"Silan and I have been together for so long, what's wrong with a kiss?"
Even if we take it a step further... even...
Thinking of this, Hermione glanced at Silan's lips and instantly blushed with embarrassment, all her courage vanishing.
After her courage was shattered by her own thoughts, Hermione suddenly realized that someone had come in.
She quickly straightened her back and haphazardly tidied her hair.
But because Silan was resting her head on her lap, Hermione didn't dare to move and had no choice but to grit her teeth and continue sitting on the bed.
George and Fred, soaking wet, entered the Room of Requirement.
Their robes were still dripping wet.
Twisting his shirt, George complained, "We must be cursed. It was raining during training, and the weather cleared up as soon as we left."
"And Wood must be crazy, training in this heavy rain!"
"Because only in this way can we book the Quidditch Pitch." Fred mimicked Wood's words in a strange voice, then took off his robe. "Besides, even if it's pouring rain, or even hailing, he'll probably still fly."
George nudged Fred with his elbow and whispered with a knowing look, "I heard there's a girl who likes Wood."
"Unfortunately, it's all for nothing. I think Wood only Quidditch."
"If you ask me, all that girl needs to do is dress up as Quaffle. Wood will be completely smitten with her, and he might even sleep with her every night," Fred chuckled.
"That's not necessarily true," George said seriously. "She has to compete with the Quaffle toy on Wood's bed first."
Hahahaha!
The two of them chirped quietly for a while, then Wood, who was pulling them along for training in the pouring rain, burst into laughter and swayed as they walked towards the Rest Room.
Fred draped his wet robe over the back of the chair, preparing to go to the inner room to change his clothes.
As soon as they reached the door, they froze on the spot.
Wow...
"What's wrong?"
George walked to the door, looking inside with a puzzled expression, only to freeze in place.
Wow...
They saw Hermione sitting on the edge of the bed, legs outstretched, body stiff, and touching her hair with an extremely unnatural expression.
Their dear cousin, Silan, was sleeping in bed.
His head was resting on Miss Granger's lap.
"Looks like we've come at the wrong time," George said.
"It seems we've arrived just in time," Fred said.
George and Fred gave Hermione a knowing smile and winked at her knowingly.
"It's not what you think! Silan was just too tired, so I helped him in, and then..."
Hermione hurriedly tried to explain, but when she finished, she suddenly became too embarrassed to speak, remembering that she had just kissed Silan on the forehead.
George nodded, but clearly didn't believe it.
"No explanation needed, we all understand."
Fred waved to them. "Have a good time with you."
After saying that, the two brothers turned around and left through the door.
Picking up his soaking wet robe, Fred sighed and shook his head, saying, "Looks like we'll have to go back to the Gryffindor common room to change."
"You're right."
George tugged at the hem of his robe again, glanced at the inner door he had casually closed, and said with a smile, "Let's go, I'm getting embarrassed."
The two grinned and sauntered out of the Room of Requirement.
As soon as they reached the door, they saw Neville emerge from around the corner.
Clearly, they wanted to enter the Room of Requirement.
George and Fred exchanged a glance, as if by telepathy, and simultaneously smiled before walking toward Neville.
The two of them lifted Neville up, one on each side.
"Don't go in, Neville! It's on fire!"
Neville looked bewildered. "Fire? How could the Room of Requirement be on fire?"
"Who knows?" George shrugged.
"But why are all your clothes wet?"
Neville looked at their wet clothes and asked curiously.
"Uh... to get out of there, we splashed some cold water on ourselves," Fred said, making it up.
"Alright, let's go!"
"No, I can't leave!" Neville struggled violently. "I can't leave! I have to put out the fire!"
He shouted loudly, "I need to put out the fire!"
"My herbs! My herbs!"
"Please, let me go!" Neville was on the verge of tears. "Silan entrusted me with such an important mission!"
"I cannot let him down!"
Neville struggled and cried out, and George and Fred were thoroughly exhausted by him.
How can he be so strong?
It took George all his strength to lift Neville up.
Fred, on the other hand, was equally determined. "Who knows? Could it be from growing herbs?"
"Let me go!"
Neville continued to wail, "My herbs! My herbs!"