This Hogwarts isn't normal.

Vincent didn't go too far, just teased her a little and then stopped.

When they were almost done shopping and had bought lipstick and perfume, he pulled Hermione back to the car parked outside the street.

He put his hand on the car door beside her in an ungentlemanly manner.

She turned around and faced him blankly, "Aren't we going back to the hotel?"

Vincent leaned over and approached her, "I remember you kissed me secretly last time."

Hermione didn't dare to look into his aggressive blue eyes, "Is... is that so? Then you want to..."

Vincent threw the shopping bag in his other hand to the ground, hugged her waist and pulled her over, and suddenly blocked her hesitant mouth with his mouth.

Hermione's eyes widened instantly, and she felt the air around her solidify.

Vincent's kiss was very light and gentle, she slowly closed her eyes and unconsciously tiptoed.

His tongue tentatively pried her teeth lightly, and she unconsciously loosened her teeth and responded particularly clumsily.

The hot breath even solidified time and space, and the whole world seemed to be left with only each other.

It seemed like a long time had passed, but it also seemed like just a blink of an eye.

Hermione loosened her small hand that was tightly wrapped around his neck, her breathing became a little rapid, and her whole body was soft.

Vincent felt her change, he opened his eyes, and saw her long eyelashes trembling slightly.

His hand held her lower back with force, and stopped the tongue that was tightly entangled with her, but his lips were still reluctant to leave, and gently touched her.

Hermione opened her eyes carefully and saw his pair of blue eyes that were quietly looking at her, full of tenderness.

Vincent straightened up slightly and left her soft and sweet lips.

The thin and glittering silk thread pulled from the corners of their mouths suddenly broke.

He raised his hand on the car door and gently wiped the corners of her mouth for her.

Hermione, with stars in her eyes, no longer tiptoed, but her hands were still around his neck.

Her eyes were full of love, and Vincent subconsciously held her face.

Just as she closed her eyes again with expectation, he just kissed her forehead gently.

"You are almost out of breath."

Hermione opened her eyes and looked into his cunning eyes.

Her voice was very small, "How could I..."

Vincent's hand holding her lower back slightly exerted force, and she fell on his chest powerlessly.

"You still say no, I can hear your heartbeat."

Hermione covered her small heart that was beating non-stop, and put her ear to his chest with her face turned sideways.

Fast and hard.

"Your heartbeat is also very fast."

Vincent reached out and gently flicked her forehead, "You are really getting bolder now."

Hermione covered her forehead and quietly poked her head out of his arms.

People came and went on the street, but no one paid attention to them.

Italians are famous for their enthusiasm, and it is very common to make out in the street.

Since no one is watching, there is no need to be shy.

Her little hand hooked around Vincent's neck, and she pulled him in front of her with force, blinking mischievously.

"No, I've always been like this."

The distance between the two was very close, and they could feel the hot breath from each other's nose.

Vincent now had only one thought, that she dared to tease him.

He held her lower back with his big hand and pressed her whole body against him.

She didn't retreat, staring straight into his eyes.

Her appearance was reflected in those blue eyes, and her eyes were full of his appearance.

Vincent gently lifted her chin and kissed her with extra force.

It was completely different from the feeling just now. This kiss was more intense and full of wildness.

Hermione closed her eyes, let his tongue enter her mouth, and entangled with him, and her little hand subconsciously hugged his neck tightly.

But soon, she felt a little short of breath as if she was short of oxygen.

However, she did not flinch, and even stood on tiptoe to push his tongue back.

Her response was more active and more intense.

Before she fainted, Vincent stopped and gently left her lips.

His hand on her chin moved up slightly and wiped off the saliva of the two people blending together again.

"Okay, I admit that you have always been so bold."

Hermione, with a dizzy head, collapsed in his arms, breathing heavily.

"You... you are too bad, how... how can you suddenly do this."

Vincent leaned close to her ear, "You know? In fact, I can be worse."

Hermione's soft little fist gently hit his strong chest, "I'm... I'm not afraid of you."

She looked so fierce now that he couldn't help but open his mouth and put on an expression as if he wanted to eat someone.

The trembling Hermione hurriedly closed her eyes.

After a long time, Vincent didn't move.

She carefully opened a small gap and saw his face that was trying to hold back a smile.

The soft little fist fell again.

He was really bad, he dared to scare her.

The little fists fell again and again, each one lighter than the last.

Vincent raised one hand, "Okay, okay, I surrender, I admit defeat."

Hermione retracted her little fist, her expression still fierce.

She raised her proud little head in Vincent's arms, "After so many years, I finally beat you once."

Including the time added by the time converter, the two have known each other for a full 7 years.

However, although Vincent seemed to have lost, he actually won.

It is rare to see such a lovely side of a girlfriend, not to mention that their relationship has gone a step further, and she has even learned to act like a spoiled child with him.

The more proud Hermione is now, the brighter the smile on Vincent's face.

"Why are you laughing?"

"Because I am very happy to lose to you."

She suddenly became shy, "I... I am a little tired, let's go back to the hotel."

Vincent approached her and opened the car door, which frightened her so much that she closed her eyes tightly.

He reached out and gently flicked her forehead again, "Get in the car, what are you thinking about?"

Hermione opened her eyes and saw his face that was trying not to laugh again.

She got into the car angrily.

Vincent picked up the shopping bags on the ground and put them in the front trunk of the car with a smile on his face.

He got into the car and turned Hermione's head over, "Don't be angry, I'll make you something delicious when we get back to the hotel."

"Really?" Her eyes lit up with little stars.

"Really."

Hermione quickly fastened her seat belt and urged impatiently, "Then drive quickly."

Vincent saluted her with a straight face, "Got it! I will definitely drive back as fast as I can!"

Hermione looked at his funny look and couldn't help but grin and laugh.

From friends to lovers, from holding hands to kissing.

Just like her fantasy, Vincent was very comfortable with her, and even if he was naughty occasionally, she would not be disgusted.

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