Traveling through Hogwarts, just wanting to have a love affair

Astoria gently pushed open the bedroom door, and a warm breath mixed with a faint scent of lavender rushed towards her.

Her eyes passed through the soft light and fell on the spacious bed.

Phoenix's figure seemed particularly quiet in the bedding, his breathing was steady and deep, and he had obviously fallen asleep.

She stood at the door, the towel wrapped tightly around her body, water droplets dripping down her hair, forming a small puddle on the ground.

There was a flash of surprise in her eyes, but it was quickly replaced by tenderness.

She knew that Phoenix must have rushed from Malfoy Manor at all costs just to be with her.

This eagerness, this recklessness, made her feel a little bit reproachful but also full of sweetness.

She sighed softly and whispered to herself:

"It's only been a day, are you so anxious?"

There was a hint of helplessness in her voice, but more of it was concern and love for him.

She knew that Phoenix must be exhausted to fall into such a deep sleep.

Astoria walked carefully towards the bed, afraid to disturb Phoenix's sleep.

Her movements were light and slow, as if she was afraid of disturbing the quiet night.

She climbed gently into bed and carefully laid down next to Phoenix, afraid that her movements would wake him.

She reached out and gently wrapped her arms around Phoenix, feeling his warmth and strength.

The corners of her mouth rose unconsciously, and her eyes sparkled with happiness.

She closed her eyes, her heart filled with contentment and peace in this quiet night.

She and Phoenix were immersed in a sweet dream.

In this small room, time seemed to stand still, leaving only the breathing and heartbeats of the two of them.

Astoria knew that no matter how noisy the outside world was, as long as she was with Phoenix, she was the happiest person in the world.

She hugged Phoenix tightly, feeling his presence, her heart filled with gratitude and love.

On this warm night, she and Phoenix together weave their beautiful memories.

The next morning, the first ray of sunlight shone through the gap in the curtains and gently fell on Phoenix's face.

He slowly opened his eyes, and the first thing he saw was Astoria's peaceful sleeping face.

She was curled up in his arms like a docile kitten.

The corners of her mouth curled up slightly, as if she felt happiness and satisfaction even in her dream.

There was a trace of crystal liquid at the corner of her mouth. It was the saliva that accidentally flowed out in her sleep. It quietly slid down and wet Phoenix's shoulder.

Phoenix blinked and gradually regained consciousness from his sleep.

Only then did he realize that he had fallen into a deep sleep at some point last night.

He did not alarm Astoria, but just stared at her quietly, a warm feeling welling up in his heart.

He gently raised his hand and carefully stroked the strands of hair on Astoria's forehead, his movements so gentle as if he was stroking a delicate petal.

His eyes rested on Astoria's delicate and lovely face, admiring it intently.

Her skin is as white as snow, with a healthy glow, as if it were a work of art carefully crafted by God.

Phoenix couldn't help but stretched out his fingers and gently touched her cheek.

The touch was soft and delicate, making his heart melt.

He was filled with emotion. Astoria was not only beautiful in appearance, but her heart was also pure and warm.

Every smile and every blink of her eyes were deeply imprinted in his heart.

Phoenix knew how lucky he was to have such a partner with whom he could spend every morning and night.

As Phoenix's gaze moved downward, his thoughts began to become somewhat erratic.

His eyes unconsciously fell on Astoria's pajamas.

It was a simple yet elegant nightgown with a slightly open neckline, revealing a hint of alluring skin.

As his gaze gradually moved downward, his heartbeat began to speed up.

The body also became a little stiff, as if being pulled by some invisible force.

The neckline of Astoria's pajamas was designed to be slightly loose, and her posture at the moment made the opening of the neckline appear more obvious.

Phoenix's sight inadvertently captured the looming beauty.

His breathing became a little rapid and he swallowed unconsciously, trying to calm his inner turmoil.

His eyes lingered on the collar of Astoria's pajamas several times, and every peek made him feel an indescribable tension and excitement.

Phoenix realized that his behavior was inappropriate, and his heart began to struggle. Reason told him that he should respect Astoria's privacy.

Finally, Phoenix decided to act. He extended his hand, his movements gentle and cautious, as if he were performing a sacred ritual.

His fingers gently touched the collar of Astoria's pajama top.

He carefully prepared to pull up the collar, trying to cover the piece of skin that made his heart beat faster.

Just as Phoenix's fingers touched the collar of Astoria's pajamas.

Her bright eyes suddenly opened and her gaze fell directly on Phoenix's actions.

Phoenix's movements came to an abrupt halt. He didn't expect Astoria to wake up at this time. She saw his movements clearly.

Phoenix felt an inexplicable sense of guilt in his heart, his eyes flickered, and he didn't know what to do.

He froze there, his hand still on Astoria's collar, not immediately reacting to lower it.

His eyes met Astoria's and he could feel his cheeks starting to heat up slightly.

Astoria's eyes flashed with confusion and she looked down at her pajamas.

Realizing that the collar was pulled low, Phoenix's hand still lingered there.

A hint of surprise flashed across her face, then quickly turned into embarrassment and shame.

She almost instinctively slapped Phoenix's hand away and quickly covered her collar, trying to protect her privacy.

Phoenix's heart beat faster and he felt an unprecedented tension.

He knew he had to explain it immediately, otherwise this misunderstanding might destroy the trust and intimacy between them.

He took a deep breath, trying to make his voice sound as sincere and calm as possible.

"Astoria, listen to me, it's really not what you think."

There was a hint of urgency in Phoenix's voice and his eyes were full of sincerity. He hoped Astoria could feel his sincerity.

Astoria's face was as red as a ripe apple, and her eyes were gleaming with anger, and it was obvious that she was very angry about Phoenix's behavior.

She said angrily:

"Did it go down by itself?"

There was anger in her voice, and it was obvious that she didn't believe Phoenix's explanation.

Phoenix realized he needed to take this issue more seriously.

He nodded seriously and said:

"Yeah, I know it sounds ridiculous, but I really just want to help you..."

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Astoria's action.

Astoria's fist slammed into Phoenix's shoulder.

Although the force was not strong, it was enough to express her dissatisfaction and anger.

"You treat me like a three-year-old child!"

There was a hint of hurt in her voice, and it was clear that Phoenix's answer did not satisfy her.