Harry sat bolt upright and made to cover himself as Hermione’s eyes fell on him again. When he did drift off to sleep, his dreams were vague and disturbing, weighted with emotions of hurt, shame and betrayal. Xnxx It was still early, but Hermione was already making breakfast. He wasn’t even touching it—just the images in his head were enough. The night before, had Hermione felt the way he did at that moment? He’s won! She obviously wasn’t as surprised as the first time, and her expression didn’t change; Harry still noted that look in her eyes, and thought that he recognized it as hunger. Harry borrowed Hermione’s wand to light some lamps, and smiled when Hermione covered a huge yawn with her hand. But it was all like a dream, like some distant yet vivid memory that he couldn’t even be sure was really real.
