"That's not the point! The point is you drank tea with my saliva in it!" Hermione buried her burning face between her knees, c her head with her bushy brown hair while screaming internally.

  Ah~ Why is he so annoying~

  Glenn finally uood why Hermione had such a big rea, but felt somewhat helpless. "Hermione, since when did you bee so stingy?"

  "Pfft!" The embarrassed Hermione burst out ughing. Why did everything sound so funny when Glenn said it so seriously?

  "It's not about being stingy!" Hermione looked up, her blush not yet faded, trying but failing to keep a straight face. Seeing the hint of helplessness beh Glenn's calm expression, she suddenly found this pure and simple Glenn quite adorable.

  "I won't mind your saliva." Si wasn't about being stingy, there could only be oruth - Hermione was worried he would mind her saliva.

  Her fist ched.

  Hermione's gaze turned dangerous.

  "That's not it, you dummy!" Hermioackled Glenn onto the sofa in embarrassed anger, scratg and biting him in frustration.

  Glenn didn't resist, just extending an arm to prevent the squirming girl from actally rolling off the sofa, letting her have her way.

  After quite a while, Hermione finally exhausted herself and calmed down from her embarrassment. She simply remained lying on top of Glenn to rest.

  After smoothing out the wrinkles in their clothes from Hermione's outburst and tidying her frizzed hair, Glenn asked: "So what's the correswer?"

  "Huh? What are you asking about?" Hermione replied weakly. After calming down, she realized she had been quite bold earlier. Now she had tired herself out and was straddling Glenn's waist, lying on top of him. His pleasant, subtle st filled her nose, making her dizzy from both exhaustion and the fragrance. She couldn't remember what she inally wao say.

  Not wanting to move, Hermione gave up and simply buried her fa Glenn's shoulder, falling silent.

  Notig Hermione's movement, Glenn adjusted his position to let her lie more fortably, ing his arms around her and whispering: "The's not talk about it now. You should rest for a while."

  She didn't move or respond, so Glenn took that as agreement.

  Then Hermione, pretending to be asleep while breathing in Glenn's pleasant st, actually fell asleep peacefully.

  Well, peaceful if not for the drooling.

  After all, sleeping faakes it very easy to drool, and the young girl had drooled all lenn's neck.

  Glenn didn't mind. With a thought, he had the Room of Requirement turn off the lights, and quietly y there rec the magical energy he had expended earlier making the dueling badges.

  ...

  Three hours, thirteen minutes and twe seds into Hermione's light sleep, Glehe girl in his arms gradually stirring awake.

  "Did you rest well?" Glenn asked as Hermione woke up.

  The young girl's memory returned, and she tried to maintain posure as she sat up from Glenn's body. She might have seemed normal if not for her flushed fad traces of drool at the er of her mouth.

  Catg sight of the wet marks on Glenn's neck from the er of her eye, Hermione lost her posure. She hurriedly pulled out a handkerchief to wipe away her drool, her face red enough to drip blood.

  Seeing Hermione whimper and seemingly about to faint, Glenn chose to ge the subject.

  "What did you discover at Hagrid's?"

  Now that's something to wake me up, thought Hermione. Seeing Glenn tactfully provide her an out, she reted everything about making pork bone soup with Hagrid and actally disc his dragon egg.

  After processing Hermione's information, Glenn had a different feeling about it.

  "Did Hagrid mention how he got the dragon egg?" Glenn raised his . These were unusual times calling for unusual caution.

  Dragon eggs were very precious and difficult to obtain. During this period when Voldemort lotting against items in Hogwarts, the fact that Rubeus Hagrid - owner of Fluffy the three-headed dog guarding the third-floor corridor - could obtain a dragon egg of unknown in was worth p.

  It wasn't about distrusting Hagrid. Glenn just felt it necessary to firm the egg's source. Better safe than sorry - being cautious was always good.

  "Hagrid didn't tell me." The young girl shook her head. Hagrid indeed hadn't mentio, and she now realized obtaining a dragon egg was much more difficult than imagined.

  Glenn immediately made up his mind and stood up to remove his clothes.

  "What are you doing?!" Hermione clutched her chest in horror, retreating to the end of the sofa.

  Shirtless, Glenn rummaged in his waist pack while seriously answering Hermione, "I've worn these clothes all day, and now part of them are wet from your drool. I'll keep them to wash ter. Clothes should be ed regurly - Scify doesn't pletely them." As he finished speaking, Glenn finally found clothes and took them out.

  "..." Hermione's gaze turned dangerous again.

  "Get out!"

  ...

  Glenn decided to immediately ask Hagrid about the dragon egg's ins. They walked together toward Hagrid's hut.

  "Knooock" Glenn rapped on the wooden door, but there was no response from inside. Hermione said puzzledly: "That's strange. Hagrid usually stays in his hut at this time to prepare fht patrols in the Forbidden Forest. Especially now that he has a dragon egg hidden inside - I 't believe he'd leave his precious dragon egg alone."

  Glenn activated his heightened seo probe inside Hagrid's hut, disc three people lying stiffly inside.

  Hagrid, Harry, and Weasley.

  Strahough, he couldn't detey sign of a fourth person.

  Glenn cast Muffliato to envelop himself and Hermioelling her what he sensed and warnio be cautious.

  Stepping flenn rattled the door and found it locked from inside.

  Without further hesitation, he had Hermioep aside, then spun and delivered a roundhouse kick that broke open the door.

  Gle Hermione behind him, a dagger sliding from his sleeve into his grip as they carefully entered.

  Surveying the se, Harry and Ron y side by side looking quite peaceful, liquid seeping from their mouths onto the floor. Two bowls with some liquid remaining y overturned nearby, soaking a rge patch of carpet that gave off an odd smell.

  Hagrid had colpsed on the sofa, liquid still dripping from his beard. His hands remained in a bowl-holding position, though the bowl itself y upside down on the floor, simirly soaking the surrounding carpet.

  Hermione covered her mouth in horror. It really looked like a murder se, but... the color and smell of the liquid from the fallen bowls seemed exactly like the radish and pork bone soup she had made with Hagrid?

  Glenn walked expressionlessly to the most promiable in the room, where a pot of now-cold soup sat.

  "This appears to be the culprit," Glenn turned and poi the pot of soup.

  The young girl had clearly realized something, her face turning pale as her legs gave way. Glenn quickly caught her.

  "This 't be... this 't be..." the young girl muttered bnkly.

  Glenn forted her: "It's alright, they should still be alive, don't worry."

  "No, I just 't believe my soup was really that undrinkable." Hermione's hollow voice drifted out.

  "..." Glenn unusually had nothing to say, but patted Hermione's shoulder and steadied her. He then walked to the cold soup, picked up a spoon and bowl, and dled... well, half a spoon... just a tiny bit into the bowl before drinking it expressionlessly.

  "The taste is fine, not as uable as you imagine." Glenn turned calmly, leaning on his e as he addressed Hermione seriously.

  Hermione's dull eyes regaiheir spark. Hearing Glenn say this, she seemed to make some determination and resolutely walked forward, pig up a spoon to dle herself a bowl.

  At that moment, Hermione's small hand was caught by Glenn. She looked at him, but he said nothing, just watg her. Hermioried to pull away gently but found she couldn't break free.

  They stared at each other silently, the se growing awkward.

  ...

  In the end, under Glenn's prevention, Hermione gave up on tasting the soup she had made with Hagrid. Glenn used Aguamenti to wake up the three colpsed on the floor.

  They looked very fused, seemingly unclear about the current situation.

  Who am I, where am I, what am I doing, why am I lying on the floor all wet?

  "Scify." The kind Hermione cast ing charms ohree of them, removing the evid... stains.

  "Thank you, Hermione, but do you know why Ron and I were lying on the floor?" The kind Harry thanked Hermiohough his questions about these events remained. He could only vaguely remember some details - he and Ron were chatting with Hagrid when they discovered the dragon egg hidden in the firepce fmes, and then... and then... and then they seemed to drink something, ahing they khey were here?

  Ugh, he couldn't remember. His head inning, and why did the back of his head hurt so much?

  Ron clearly felt the same way, looking fused as he grimaced and rubbed his head.

  "I feel like I have a big bump on the bay head," he said glumly. ing to Hagrid's had somehow resulted in mysteriously losing a k of memory and hitting his head - what was going on?

  "We seemed to drink something that was oable... hm? Why is it empty?"

  Glenn had quickly disposed of the evid... soup before they woke up.

  Hearing this, Hermione guiltily turned her head away.

  "I don't know."

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