Chapter 496: Taking the initiative

Hermione muffled her own gasp. Being engrossed in applying the potion, she didn't anticipate what Ivan did.

All she felt was Ivan turn and embrace her, and now she was pressed beneath him....

Hermione looked anxiously at Ivan with wide eyes, but couldn't make a sound.

For a moment, she felt that she had no strength at all, and that she was simply powerless in his arms.... It was as if Ivan had become a powerful man, more powerful than any, and his slightest pressure felt like an unstoppable force.

Hermione raised her little hands and symbolically pushed Ivan away, then quickly dropped them again.

Instantly, her little face turned red with embarrassment, and her heart thumped violently. Just when she thought it couldn't beat any faster, she realized that Ivan wasn't wearing a shirt.

She was now very close to Ivan, in the truest sense of the word.

Although Ivan's upper body wasn't exactly buff, his habit of working out regularly had his muscles well toned and balanced, and very pleasing to the young woman's eyes.

Candlelight pulsed around them, and the intensity of the situation changed the atmosphere of the whole room.

The August night was very hot, not to mention that there was no ventilation in the tent.

The heat from the sun collected during the day seemed to burst out at this time, and the temperature inside this particular room was getting higher and higher. The eyes of the two were mingling together, and so was the sweat on their bodies....

Neither of them spoke, because everything was obvious, and strange feelings were taking over their bodies.

To tell the truth, Hermione was anxiously awaiting Ivan's next step, although she was now shy, nervous and scared to death.

Ivan, on the other hand, never thought he would be so bold and accomplish such a feat. Although he had imagined this scene countless times, he never thought it would be so direct....

He felt the girl under his body trembling slightly, with a rare charm on her small, ruddy face.

Smelling the sweet scent, Hermione was now very attractive to him.

She had an invisible aura that attracted Ivan, and he couldn't help but slowly press his body down, causing his full weight to fall on Hermione....

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

Hermione didn't seem to hear him; she didn't respond.... Or maybe she had heard clearly, but didn't know what to say!

Her body moved a little, but since she was too close to Ivan, she stopped quickly.

Only his long eyelashes trembled slightly in his beautiful, dynamic eyes, like a kitten, curled up under Ivan, with no room for resistance.

Looking at Hermione like this, Ivan's brain stopped working, and all his jumbled thoughts went blank.

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

The distance between them was so close that even his breathing stopped.

Like last time, Ivan was ready to kiss Hermione. She had closed her eyes tightly and her cute, seductive gaze made him want to bite her.

The distance between them was getting closer and closer....

The next second, Ivan felt something....

In this tense atmosphere, suffocating and sweet at the same time, he kissed the girl's fresh and clear lips.

"Soft and sweet taste!" That was Hermione's only feeling.

Only a second passed, but for both of them, it was a century....

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

Ivan could feel Hermione's nervousness. He gritted his teeth and didn't loosen them. But this time, she had nowhere to dodge and escape.

She had been pressed firmly under Ivan, and the trembling would only bring her closer to him.....

Ivan had decided to go further and break through her defense. He opened his lips slightly and began to move his tongue forward....

"Cough, cough!" a cough came from one side!

Ivan and Hermione subconsciously raised their heads with dropped jaws, and saw that Sirius was standing in the doorway.

He had a smile evident at the corners of his mouth, as if he understood everything.

They both looked at each other and felt each other's breath and warmth.....

The next second, Ivan and Hermione separated as fast as they could, all embarrassed to see Sirius.

The mood was quickly overwhelmed by embarrassment; at least that's what Ivan felt.

He felt really cursed or something, with such interruptions every time he took the initiative....

He didn't think Sirius would come in at such a critical moment. Now, he was so embarrassed that he would dig a hole and hide if he could.

As for Hermione, who was extremely shy, it went without saying that her face was so red that it looked like she was going to bleed....

She didn't dare look at Sirius, let alone Ivan. He could only stare at the foot of the bed....

"Sorry to bother you both!" Sirius said with a smile, winking at Ivan, "But I think you should lock the door before you do this sort of thing in the future. It would be safer."

"Thanks for reminding me!" Ivan glared at Sirius and explained, "I've been injured in the battle, and Hermione just came to give me the potion.... "

"Of course she did, but I think you should get some rest now. It's already past three in the morning!" he replied quietly, "But the potion is also very important. You'd better hurry up and finish quickly!"

Ivan didn't know what else he could say to Sirius.

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

"Well, I'm going to see Harry now; you two can go on!" Sirius nodded his head.

He grabbed the handle and was ready to help Ivan close the door, but Hermione couldn't bring herself to stand here. She looked at Ivan and fled the room blushing.

Now Ivan was left alone in the room, unable to fall back into his bed, staring dazedly at the candlelight on the table.

Beside Ivan, Harry returned to his bunk with his head buzzing.

He knew he must be feeling exhausted. It was three in the morning, but he felt wide awake...wide awake and worried.

A few days ago, he woke up with his scar burning him. Tonight, Voldemort's mark had appeared in the sky again, and he also had the help of powerful and evil vampires.

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

Harry turned away and tried to think about what this all meant....

Although he could rely on Sirius and Ivan's help, Harry wanted to do something with his own abilities.

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

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

If only he could go back to that dream, the dream in which Voldemort appeared, Harry had a feeling that maybe he could know what that thing was.

He was sure he could tell from there what the conspiracy was on the other side, because there, he was Voldemort!

It was a terrible thought, and Harry couldn't go back to that dream right now.

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

He quickly closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep.

After Sirius left, Harry opened his eyes again and lay on his back on the bed, staring at the ceiling aimlessly.

Tonight was destined to be a sleepless night.