People in Hogwarts, holding scripts and systems

Chapter 287 Kiss in the Quilt

Afro was frightened at first, but after hearing the familiar name, she patted her chest, squeezed onto the bed, and asked the uninvited guest in a whisper.

"Fred? Why are you in my bed?"

Fred said nothing, and someone else answered her.

"Sweetheart, I'm here." George put his arm around her waist and placed the girl between them, then leaned over and pinched Afro's nose in the moonlight.

Afro slapped his hand in anger, "You guys are using Apparition again!"

"How can a spy be considered abusive?" Fred hugged her tightly and tried to tuck himself into the quilt.

The three of them could only lie sideways on the small single bed. Even so, half of Fred's body was still hanging over the edge of the bed.

"Afu dear, is the door bolted?"

"No?" Afro turned to look at him puzzledly, "Why do you do this?"

"Kreacher." George was huddled against her under the sheets, and his soft, wet lips suddenly touched the tip of her ear.

"What's up with him?"

Afro heard Hermione seem to hum twice, and was so scared that she immediately pushed George's shoulder away.

"He once broke into our room at three in the morning and lurked around..."

George and Fred talked a lot about Kreacher coming to their room to look for something. Afro was so sleepy that she could hardly open her eyes. The two of them danced excitedly to imitate the scene.

I couldn't control my voice anymore.

"Aphrodite?"

Hermione suddenly called her name, and Afro's sleepiness disappeared instantly.

"What's wrong, Hermione?"

"Nothing, you--" Hermione paused for a long time before continuing, "Are you feeling unwell?"

"No, why do you ask?"

"Your voice doesn't sound normal, are you sick?"

In the night, Afro's face was red as if it was dripping blood. Although Fred and George kept their mouths shut, their hands moved around in the quilt as if they had no switches.

She held down her restless hands and made up an excuse to get away with it.

Hermione glanced at her position thoughtfully, then turned over with her back to Afro, "Go to bed early, good night."

"Good night."

Before Afro could say anything to the two men, hot lips pressed against hers, and a warm tongue came out and gently licked and held her lips.

The kiss robbed the breath from my chest.

Afro felt dizzy and pushed Fred.

Before I could even finish my breath, another kiss came suddenly.

"Well……"

The quilt was filled with sweet breathing sounds. The body temperature, which was slightly higher than Afro's, made her feel hot, and the warm breath made the atmosphere a little ambiguous.

"Goodnight, my sweethearts," Fred and George said at the same time.

The bed suddenly became loose, and Afro breathed slowly, cursing in dissatisfaction under his breath.

"We heard it."

"Why are you back again?"

Fred and George pulled Aphrodite up without saying a word and pushed Hermione awake.

"Ouch!" Ron was sitting on the bed and George suddenly appeared and stepped on his knees.

"Keep it down, Ron!" George jumped out of bed without any apology and opened the bedroom door.

Harry saw Afro coming in and subconsciously pulled the quilt up to cover himself.

"How is it? Have you figured it out?" George pushed Afro to sit on Harry's mattress, and he sat down next to him.

Harry could feel his mattress springs groaning.

"The weapon Sirius mentioned?" Hermione yawned and chose to sit on the carpet.

Afro supported himself with his hands behind his back, and swayed with one leg on the edge of the bed. "Guess what it is?"

"Anything is possible." Fred was in high spirits. He wanted to sit with Afro, but was kicked by Harry.

"A weapon more powerful than the Killing Curse, isn't it? More terrifying than death." Ron guessed.

"But he already has a painful spell, he doesn't need these." Harry said firmly, he seemed to know what Voldemort wanted, he seemed to have seen it in his dream.

But now he couldn't think of anything at all, as if his head was covered with gauze.

The room was silent for a while, and George suddenly asked, "But who has the weapon?"

"Hope is on our side," Ron said, a hint of nervousness in his voice.

"I know where it is."