Harry Potter and the Hidden Treasure (Volume 3)

Chapter 496 Taking The Lead

Hermione suppressed her own sigh. Engrossed in the potion application, she did not anticipate Evan's move!

All she felt was Evan turning around and embracing her, spinning, and she was trapped beneath him...

Hermione anxiously watched Evan above with wide open eyes, but no sound escaped her.

For a moment, she felt utterly powerless, merely helpless in his arms... It was as if Evan transformed into a mighty man, stronger than any, and his gentle pressure felt like an unstoppable force.

Hermione lifted her little hands and symbolically pushed Evan away, then quickly let them fall again.

Instantly, her face flushed with embarrassment, and her heart thumped violently. Just as she thought it couldn't beat any faster, she realized Evan was shirtless!

She was now in close proximity to Evan, in the truest sense of the word.

While Evan's torso was not muscular per se, his habit of regular training had his muscles well-toned and balanced, very pleasing to the young woman's eyes.

The candlelight danced around them, and the intensity of the situation changed the atmosphere of the entire room.

The August night was stifling, not to mention the lack of ventilation in the tent.

The heat accumulated during the day seemed to burst at that moment, and the temperature inside the room was rising steadily. Their eyes met, as did the sweat on their bodies...

Neither of them spoke, as everything was evident, and strange sensations took hold of their bodies.

Truth be told, Hermione was a bit anxious about Evan's next move, though now she was timid, nervous, and scared to death.

On the other hand, Evan never imagined he would be so bold as to carry out such a tactic. Though he had envisioned this scene countless times, he never thought it would be so direct...

He felt the girl tremble slightly beneath his body, with a rare charm in her rosy face.

Hermione's sweet fragrance made her so attractive to him.

She had an invisible aura that drew Evan in, and he couldn't help but slowly press his body against hers, leaving all his weight on Hermione...

"Hermione, I like you," he whispered softly.

Hermione seemed not to hear him; she didn't respond... Or perhaps she had heard clearly but didn't know what to say!

Her body moved a bit, but due to how close she was to Evan, it quickly halted.

Only her long eyelashes quivered slightly over her beautiful and dynamic eyes, like a kitten nestled under Evan, with no room to resist.

Seeing Hermione like that, Evan's brain ceased to function, and all his thoughts turned blank.

His mind stopped working, and all that moved him was the most primal of his instincts.

The distance between them was so short that even their breathing paused.

Like the last time, Evan was ready to kiss Hermione. Now she had tightly shut her eyes, her cute and alluring expression making him want to take a nibble.

The distance between them was closing in...

In the next second, Evan felt something...

In this tense, suffocating, yet sweet atmosphere, he kissed the young lady's fresh and clear lips.

"A soft and sweet taste!" That was Hermione's only sensation.

It only lasted a second, but for both, it felt like a century.

Just like last Christmas in Diagon Alley, there was only a light touch between their lips.

Evan could feel Hermione's nervousness. She gritted her teeth and didn't loosen them. But this time, she had no room to dodge or escape.

She was firmly trapped beneath Evan, and trembling only drew her closer to him...

Evan had decided to go further and break down her defenses. He slightly parted his lips, and began to move his tongue forward...

Cough, cough! A cough came from the side!

Evan and Hermione unconsciously raised their heads with dropped jaws, and saw Sirius at the door.

He had an obvious smile on the corners of his mouth, as if he had understood everything.

They gazed at each other, feeling each other's breath and warmth...

In the following moment, Evan and Hermione quickly parted ways, embarrassed to see Sirius.

The atmosphere was swiftly engulfed by shame; at least, that was what Evan felt.

He truly felt cursed or something similar, with interruptions happening every time he took the initiative...

He never thought Sirius would walk in at such a critical moment. Now, he was so embarrassed he would dig a hole to hide if he could.

As for Hermione, who was extremely shy, it was evident that her face was so red it seemed it was about to bleed...

She dared not look at Sirius, let alone at Evan. She could only look down, at the foot of the bed...

"Sorry to interrupt!" Sirius said with a smile, winking at Evan, "But I think you should close the door before engaging in these kinds of activities in the future. It would be safer."

"Thank you for the reminder!" Evan stared at Sirius and explained, "I was injured in battle, and Hermione just came to give me the potion."

"Of course she did, but I think you should rest now. It's already past three in the morning!" he responded softly. "But the potion is also crucial. You better hurry up and finish!"

Evan didn't know what more to say to Sirius.

He blamed himself for being so excited to see Hermione that he forgot to close the door.

"Well, I'll go check on Harry now; you two can continue," Sirius nodded.

He grasped the handle and was ready to help Evan close the door, but Hermione didn't dare to stay here. She glanced at Evan and left the room blushing.

Now, Evan was left alone in the room, unable to return to his bed, staring fixedly at the candlelight on the table in a state of reverie.

Beside Evan, Harry returned to his bunk with a buzzing head.

He knew he should feel exhausted. It was three in the morning, but he felt completely awake... awake and worried.

A few days ago, he had woken up with his scar burning. Tonight, Voldemort's mark had appeared again in the sky, and he had also dealt with the assistance of powerful and malevolent vampires.

He had removed the statue of the evil god, which was an object of extremely dangerous dark magic.

Harry turned around and tried to ponder all this.

Although he could rely on the help of Sirius and Evan, Harry wanted to do something with his own skills.

Especially in the fight against Voldemort, he felt an inescapable responsibility.

With conflicting thoughts in his mind, Harry felt there was something crucial he needed to understand.

If only he could return to that dream, the dream where Voldemort appeared, Harry had the feeling that maybe he could figure out what that thing was.

He was certain he could uncover from there what the other party's conspiracy was, because there, he was Voldemort!

It was truly a terrible idea, and Harry couldn't return to that dream at the moment.

He sighed, and at that moment, he felt Sirius gently pushing his door.

He hurriedly closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep.

Once Sirius left, Harry opened his eyes again and gazed aimlessly at the bed's ceiling.

This night was destined to be a sleepless one!