v3 Chapter 71： I don't pretend to be a gentleman anymore

In the end, Hermione didn't understand what the Crooked Snorer was.

"The horned snoring beast... It's unheard of, does this kind of animal really exist?" Hermione's face was full of suspicion, but she couldn't deny it directly, because she herself knew little about the magical animals in the magic world, so she didn't dare to draw conclusions. Such creatures absolutely do not exist.

It's like there is another kind of frog in the Muggle world. It's called "The Unreasonable Frog". Nine out of ten people hear this name and think it's a funny animal made up. But this kind of frog really exists. A species of frog from South America. It is 25 cm long in the form of a tadpole, but only less than 7 cm after it develops into a frog. This phenomenon that the adult is smaller than the larva is too unreasonable, so scientists named it the unreasonable frog.

With such an example before, Hermione couldn't say that the horned snoring beast didn't exist. But there was a class on the protection of magical animals tomorrow, and she could take the opportunity to ask Professor Scamander, who was an expert on magical animals, maybe he would know something.

After she figured it out, she no longer struggled with this issue, and leaned lazily on the back of the armchair, naturally placing her feet on Tom's lap.

Tom was just chatting while writing a Transfiguration report. Now that I had finished talking about Luna with Hermione, I was about to focus on the report, but I didn't expect that a foot suddenly landed on my lap. When he looked up, he saw Hermione's eyes that seemed to burst with water.

"I'm so tired today, let me relax," Hermione said coquettishly at Tom, rubbing her foot on his leg, "The report is not so urgent..."

"There are so many people in the lounge," Tom said nervously, like a thief.

"Are you sure?" Hermione grinned. Seeing Hermione's expression, Tom hurriedly looked around and found that some people's lounge had become empty, and the rest were in pairs. Sit in the corner. It was this environment that made Hermione bold.

Tom also felt a heat in his heart. Since Hermione took the initiative to bring it to the door, he didn't need to pretend to be a gentleman anymore.

"Then let me squeeze it for you." Then he took off the small pair of brown leather shoes on Hermione's feet, pressed them down at the soles of her feet, and kneaded them hard.

"Um..." Hermione shuddered, twisting her body comfortably.

While Tom was rubbing it, he looked at the slender feet in his hand. Hermione was still wearing a pair of conservative black stockings without any decoration on the socks.

"Why don't you wear the pairs I bought before," Tom was a little disappointed, he thought he would see something more exciting. Hermione rolled his eyes at him and didn't answer.

"Have you finished writing your report?" Tom asked her suddenly.

"Um."

Tom:!

"Then you actually persuaded me not to write the report!" He glared at Hermione viciously, "It must be severely punished!" Then he exerted a slight force on his hand, causing Hermione to tremble. She covered her mouth and tried her best to control herself, not letting herself cry out.

Tom leaned down, leaned on Hermione's toes, took a deep breath, and asked a warm breath, mixed with the smell of leather and the scent of body lotion. This smell made him deeply addicted, it was Hermione's smell.

"Hey, hey!" Hermione didn't expect Tom to be so bold today. Hermione, who was caught off guard, panicked for a moment, but quickly calmed down. She knew that as long as she took the initiative to attack, she could shame this innocent little virgin. His face flushed red, and he was defeated.

"Does it smell good? Do you like it?"

"Like..." Tom rubbed Hermione's toes. "It's a work of art."

"Let go... let me go," Hermione, who had failed the offensive, had lost her way and didn't know what to do. Tom reached under Hermione's skirt and took off her socks.

The black stockings were peeled off from the base of the calf little by little, revealing the smooth skin, as white and moist as ivory. The black socks faded all the way from the calf to the ankle, then the heel, arch and toe, and finally, with Hermione's body temperature and taste, they were completely stripped off, and the perfect curve of Hermione's calf and foot exposed.

Tom put the socks in his hands together and put them on the armrest of the chair. The socks that were separated from Hermione's body quickly lost their heat, leaving only the smell of Hermione and a trace of dampness.

The naughty little feet trembled slightly in Tom's hands, but they were not naked. On Hermione's feet, there was also a golden anklet, which added a touch of embellishment to the fair skin and added a little more variety.

"Take this every day, don't you?" Tom flicked the little bell on the anklet, but the bell made no sound.

"Just get used to it, wear it... it's like you're by my side." Hermione lowered her head and said what was in her heart.

Hearing this, Tom couldn't contain his excitement any longer. He left his seat and squeezed into the same armchair as Hermione.

He held Hermione tightly in his arms, wishing that the two of them would become one, and the fragrance in his nose reminded him that the girl in front of him belonged to him completely and was his girlfriend. From body to mind to soul, Hermione is her own.

Yes, Hermione is my girlfriend. Tom wants the world to know about this. What a happy thing this is!

Tom put his arms around Hermione and brought his lips together. The two kissed together until they suffocated At this moment, Hermione would accept whatever Tom did. But after the lips parted, Tom calmed down and didn't go any further, looking at Hermione's blurred eyes.

Like is wanton, and love is restraint. He understood this truth. So I just held Hermione in my arms and rubbed my ears. The two were tired and crooked for a while, and soon it was midnight.

"It's time to rest, we have class tomorrow," Tom nudged Hermione, signaling that it was time for her to go to bed. Hermione raised her head reluctantly and twisted her body in Tom's arms. She was obsessed with Tom and didn't want to leave him. She just wanted to hang on it like a koala.

Looking at Hermione's clean feet, Tom picked up her socks and wanted to put them on.

"You keep it," Hermione put her head on Tom's shoulder, winking like silk, she leaned close to Tom's ear and bit his earlobe, "I know you like it, but I only allow you to like me. people."

After she finished speaking, she got up from Tom, put her hands on the back of the chair, gave Tom a "chair dong", and then gave him a kiss, jumped to the ground, and ran away quickly.