HP Hermione's Phoenix

"Your apartment?" Hermione looked at him in surprise. "You have an apartment? No...why would you have an apartment here?"

Tom smiled at her mysteriously.They were standing in a bustling block on the north side of the city center. The east side of the building was facing Wal-Mart and Starbucks. The flashing LED lights of the shopping center intersected with the neon signs of the opposite Chicago theater building, as if they were constantly comparing who was better than who. Brighter, dye the shiny black-framed street lamps in Paris into colorful colors... Every building seems to be noisier than who and who. In the bar street behind, from a distance, two blocks away, it seems that people can hear the singing of drunken and rich fans...

At the entrance of the shopping center on the street, a bunny girl walked towards them in the cold wind, her heavy makeup seemed to cover her cold, she smiled and handed them two coupons.

Hermione was taken aback when she took the coupon, and looked at her again to find that her bunny girl tights were all red and yellow - she was actually a McDonald's bunny girl!

—Oh, this is Chicago!

——Even the mascot of McDonald's has become a bunny girl!

"You're going to have an apartment here?" Hermione looked up at him and repeated, "Here?"

Tom curled his lips perfectly.The neon night reflected his face, and his eyes seemed to reflect wine—"Yes, it's here."

He casually raised a slender finger and pointed to the building opposite, then took Hermione's hand and ran across the road.

There are also patrol cars on the street corner, red and blue lights shining on them.This building is the only one in this environment with a bit of British style. There are two iron carved tables, and green vines and roses hang down from the balcony in each house, which seems to have a charming atmosphere in the downtown, as if Zhang Ailing's "Red Rose and White Rose" - however, there is a convenience store downstairs, and a billiard room next to the convenience store.

The lights of the police car swirled and hit the banging doors and windows of the billiard room. The game players inside all had calm expressions, and their hands quickly——

Tom led her up the elevator doors.It was a very old-fashioned elevator. The exterior of the building was well maintained, but looking at the elevator, one could tell that it was at least 20 years ago——

Hermione still looked at him in disbelief: "You—how could you..."

"Shh." He winked at her, "Look—"

He raised his hand and placed his fingers between [12] and [14] of the elevator floor buttons.

There was no 【13】in the first place—in fact, many western buildings don’t have 13 floors, 13 households, etc.—they are superstitiously believed that this number is unlucky.Hermione understands this, but usually also has a stomachache...

However, at this moment, under Hermione's gaze, in the claustrophobic old-fashioned elevator, between the empty [12] and [14], a [13] was suddenly forced out.

Like 12 Grimmauld Place.

Tom stretched out his finger and pressed it up.[13], which has been silent in time for a long time, seems to have finally waited for the return of the master at this moment - he turned his head and continued to smile at her while rising...

boom.The elevator stopped.

Hermione came out hesitantly. There was only one apartment on the floor in front of her. The pipes in the hallway were still bright red, and the concrete floor was clean and shiny, as if there was no dust left——

Tom waved to her: "This way."

Hermione could hear the thud of the soles of her shoes as she walked over.It is so quiet here, but there is a special heartbeat besides the silence, as if it is isolated from the world, but the world is outside, and you can still hear it from the corridor window, but it seems that there is only your heartbeat left here...

"Wait... Mr. Jack Jones?"

She murmured and read the house number.This apartment is a standard British-style house number. The whole solid wood door is painted in a neurotic dark color. The fonts on the house number are all in a slightly neurotic British style. 》, determined to build a Baker Street in this prosperous and glitzy Chicago...

Tom reached straight out and pushed the brass doorknob open.

"Come in." He stood at the door in a gentlemanly manner and said to her with a smile.

Hermione walked softly into the hallway, with a soft click of her heels.

Wow.Suddenly, all the lights came on.Dim table lamps, bright floor lamps, bright crystal chandeliers, silver-white energy-saving lamps... Every room, upstairs and downstairs, this apartment is automatically lit like a well-decorated real estate advertisement——

She walked in slowly and incredulously.This is really amazing... No, this is very ordinary, this is a typical American apartment in the 70s, although it looks very British on the outside, but when you walk in, you can still see the essence of the developer's American shrewdness and simplicity...It is very normal , but it's not normal to put it on Tom.

"Is this yours?" She looked at him in disbelief.

He slowly opened the heavy velvet curtains, facing the golden tower of the downtown theater building behind his back, with a thousand emotions in his eyes: "Welcome to Chicago."

"Oh...God..." She looked at him in surprise and surprise.

He gently walked over the kitchen counter connected to the living room, and opened the white refrigerator naturally—the refrigerator is so small and cute that it is almost impossible to doubt that it could be his—holding a bottle of champagne with a beautiful neck in his left hand, He walked over with two glasses in his right hand, and his voice seemed to be rippling with wine: "Deutz in 1975. It is most suitable for women's taste."

He gently opened the bottle, and the champagne flowed gracefully in the glass as if following his posture.

Hermione gently took the thin glass, swirled the liquid, and took a sip slowly, then heard him say in a low voice, "The wine from 1975... 20 years later..."

"20 years in this bottle?" Hermione raised an eyebrow.

"No." He shook his glass and smiled, "Didn't you notice? Its taste is still so green and pure, as if cherries are knotted on your tongue... Its age has not settled at all-because it Time stood still."

Hermione looked around calmly.The tea table and sofa are smooth and bright, and the tea set looks like it has never been touched. Everything is so clean, tidy, and brand new...

"You used solidification magic," she said softly.

"That's right." He raised the corners of his mouth, tilted his head and looked at her deeply: "I used the magic of freezing time to keep everything here at the beginning... I came to the United States for the first time in 1975. Thought I'd buy an apartment like this, no one knew, I didn't know..."

There was a murmur of confusion in his voice.

Hermione walked gently through the living room with her wine glass in her hand: "Can I go upstairs?"

"of course."

She walked up the low steps, and the wooden floor made that very old sound.The wallpaper in the living room is actually broken flowers. It is absolutely impossible for him to decorate it himself. This should be a model house that has been well-decorated by the developer. The outside is cold and noble British style, and the inside is roughly American modern era. The details of wallpaper and furniture have a pure pastoral feeling...

She couldn't help laughing out loud.

Behind him, he walked over unknowingly, breathing on her neck: "What are you laughing at?"

"I laugh..." She handed him the wine glass, and the corners of her lips curled up involuntarily: "Your apartment...is very homely."

He looked at her knowingly and deeply.At some point, he unbuttoned his coat and vest and threw them aside, leaning sideways by the fireplace, his shirt cynically buttoned up, his hands in the pockets of his suit pants, and his eyes were a bit wicked.

She turned around and casually untied her coat and threw it on the sofa, then looked at his appearance, and suddenly smiled: "It's really interesting..."

He held his chin and smiled, "Huh?"

"Why would you buy an apartment here?" She pushed open the wooden balcony door, letting the breeze blow on her shoulders.The brown hair seems to have also been stained with the aroma of roses in the corner of the balcony, and when it brushes against my heart, it creates a slight ripple...

He also came out with her, with the arm under the shirt sticking to her slender arm——he was thoughtful, looking at the bustling night scene with the busy traffic under his feet, and said with a smile: "Probably because I like America."

"Oh--"

"Surprised, isn't it? I was also surprised." He reflected the loneliness and prosperity of the whole city in his eyes, and said in a low voice: "Why do I like such a place? For the British, this place is more important than the countryside." Bad, tasteless, messy—"

"And yet you're buying property in the most cluttered places."

"Yeah." He said, looking far away at the golden night lights of the theater building, "very inelegant, not suitable for Voldemort... I recalled this incident, even though it was a part of me, I couldn't understand it... And I chose this apartment in the busiest area. It is a single-story apartment. Although it is a single-story apartment, it is also an apartment. How can Voldemort live in an apartment? He should live in a palace, in an old manor, ordering His pure-blood disciples... Did you know that the night scene in Chicago will not go out until midnight. Whenever night falls, sleeping here can faintly hear the singing, dancing and noise coming from the opposite side - the security here, You know... police car patrols don't work, sometimes there are gunshots downstairs, bullets graze the downstairs windows in the wee hours of the morning, dancers dance can-can in theaters, gangsters shoot out in front of... "

Hermione watched his profile quietly.

"...But at that time, I fell asleep in such an environment." He whispered, "No sleeping pills, no other things, I was lying alone in the most prosperous, chaotic and worst place in Chicago. Heaven—or hell, but I feel as if I am one with this environment. I feel that something resonates strongly with it, as if I belonged here, as if I grew up in the singing and gunshots. big--"

He suddenly turned his head to the side, looked at her tenderly, and gently wrapped his long fingers around her back: "The night wind is very cold, let's go in."

Hermione followed him into the living room.She was leaning on the white sofa, which was still so new to the touch, as if the dye on the fabric hadn't dried yet—she looked up at the picture frame on the fireplace, the picture frame in this well-decorated room was of course developed Left by the businessman, the photos inside are of Hollywood stars in the 40s, each with picturesque features, making you feel in the modern era...

She suddenly smiled and raised her long legs, and said softly, "I suddenly feel that you have become very suitable for the United States when you come here."

He also smiled: "Really?"

"Yes. You're becoming a bit like Clark Gable..."

He stared at her without blinking, and continued slowly: "Maybe I feel from the bottom of my heart that I am actually an abandoned person..."

He stood up suddenly, and moved towards her so quickly that he almost overwhelmed her—Hermione's heart skipped a beat, and he couldn't help letting go of his hand—but instead of actually kissing her, he passed her and reached out. A small speaker record player was turned on next to the sofa.

The sound of Ding Dong's piano was flowing in the room, and the wind slightly lifted the curtains in the corner, and the room fell into a more contemplative atmosphere.

He held his chin, looked at her, and still said in that slow tone: "Because I am indeed an outcast...and America, isn't it the thing that was abandoned and hated by Britain? From Mayflower The first group of people who were driven to America by ship were indeed outcasts of our British Empire, exiles, criminals, thieves, rogues, and opportunists... The nobles who were driven to America were desperate nobles Well, the businessmen who took the initiative to go to America are vicious people. Even after a purebred British shorthair cat took a trip on the Mayflower, the fur on its body will become the kind of unrefined and impetuous that the British despise. Crazy Americana—it was Britain who abandoned America first, anyway."

He stood up, stretched out a hand, pulled her up fluently, and whispered to the music: "Dance with me."

"……Oh?"

"There's no one else today." He wrapped his arms around her waist and whispered to her, "And you're wearing a skirt."

Hermione was wearing a plain white dress.She laughed: "I usually don't wear skirts... okay."

The music was very slow, so slow that the air sank for a beat, and the smell of wine and roses spread in the room—he gently spun around her waist, his dark eyes seemed to be intoxicated in her eyes: "...I have been here until today , to be able to treat this clearly... Now that I think about it, I have never been able to really admit the fact that I was disgusted and abandoned... I like it here, for the first time in the United States, I feel that I have the same belonging as the air here feeling, no one knows, not even that I feel that way—"

Hermione stared at him and said softly, "It's not bad for you to think so."

"Yes—I can understand now, but at the time I was very confused and contradictory, and I hated the self who liked the vulgar America..." He took her hand and said suddenly, "I think that part of me is inferior .Because of this inferiority came a liking for an equally inferior America — and I cut that part out."

He stopped suddenly.Hermione's heart was pounding, and she didn't know whether it was because of his deep eyes that charmed all beings, or that part of the tragic past...

He suddenly sighed, put his head on her shoulder, and said sullenly: "He cut off too many things that time, which is the crown later... Otherwise, I wouldn't know this place... But I don't think he knows either .He has abandoned a lot and is already a different person..."

Hermione didn't know what to say, she just patted him lightly——

But Tom looked up again with a jerk, looked at her very firmly and deeply, put his hand on her shoulder and said, "But I'm glad too. Because he must not remember you at all either. Only I remember you."

After saying this, he held her face in his hands and kissed her deeply——

Bang—they turned around twice, he pressed Hermione against the milky white door, and pressed his body against her, kissing frantically regardless, his lips and tongue intertwined, as if he wanted to use up all the love and hate in this life—

"Mmmm..." She put her arms around his neck, and there was a hint of passion in her eyes——

"Hermione—Hermione—" He kissed her slender neck, licked her collarbone, rubbed her slender waist, and said in a low voice, "Stay with me—this is America, there is no one else here , we are far away from everything Hogwarts - this is the world of Lady Liberty, no one can stop us, Merlin can't control, Salazar Slytherin can't see -"

"You..." She also looked at him with gleam in her eyes.

He grins his lips.At some point, he had already picked her up, and his slender and restless fingers stretched in from under the skirt, sliding continuously along the leg line...

With her back against his arm, she leaned slightly against the door, suddenly looked at him, and smiled rebelliously.

With her hands hooked around his neck, she raised her right hand and slapped his face lightly.

This moment was like thunder, and she suddenly felt something swell between the opponent's legs—he almost roared from his throat, and quickly fell into the bedroom with her in his arms, and both of them fell on the big velvet bed— —

He pressed her down forcibly, his eyes seemed to jump out with excitement, he forced himself not to kiss her first, but slowly unbuttoned his shirt tie...

Hermione chuckled, pushed him away lazily with her backhand, pulled out his tie between her fingers, and said meaningfully: "I've been meaning to say for a long time, being obsessed with a tie is a symbol of perversion—"

"Really?" He looked at her with a smirk, leaned over and brushed her long brown hair away, and caressed her shoulder inadvertently: "But I think you like my abnormality..."

In just one sentence, his hand speed was as fast as a professional e-sports player, and he quickly undid the zipper behind her white skirt, and took off the whole thing including the shoulder straps.

Hermione leaned on the mattress, her long legs turned up, and she looked at him without changing color and heartbeat.

The black-haired little devil stared straight at him, his blood spurted and he was full of vigor - he licked his lips and said with a smile: "You are finally willing to wear this kind of normal women's underwear..."

Two-piece underwear, the deep rose corset stretches the snow-white chest almost bursting, the short corset looks straight down to the snow-white navel, and then it is directly connected to the lace tight shorts... and ordinary underwear advertisements There is no difference in what the models wear, not the one-piece corset that makes people violent and crazy. This kind of underwear is everyday and homely, but it is a hundred times more sexy than the models in ordinary underwear advertisements, so crazy——

Hermione looked at him amusedly, and watched him approach with a sudden change of expression in his eyes, gently pulled her leg away, and licked it up slowly and frantically—the night was still so long, but it seemed that the more perverted and impatient the more she wanted to Take it easy……

She folded her arms and said without changing her tone, "What? You don't take it off yourself?"

"No..." He raised his head and looked at her with a smile, his eyes were deep, and there was a scientific spirit and madness at the same time: "I noticed that whenever I wear a white shirt, your eyes will stay on me for more than 20 minutes % of the time, the pupils are also enlarged by one-third than usual... I deduce that you like me, so I dress better..."

As he said, he buried his head deeply, lingered on the snow-white chest, and reached behind her to untie the small iron hook——

"You really know a lot—" She snorted coldly, but this sound was a little sweet——

"Don't you like how knowledgeable I am?" He gasped in her ear while pinching her leg.

"No, you're wrong, I hate-ummm..."

He raised his head with a smirk, rubbed a strong leg between hers, narrowed his eyes and said, "Do you hate it? But it's too late..."

She suddenly grabbed his collar.The world was spinning, Tom felt dizzy for a while, and when he came back to his senses, the situation was almost exploding. She was sitting on top of herself, staring at his face with a half-smile...

Tom felt a sudden hoarseness in his throat, desperately suppressing a certain part of her rubbing, and staring at her with heavy eyes: "You... er... Let me say, don't you plan to solve the imminent matter first..."

She stared at him with an unchanged expression, forced him to the bed, and let him bear it to death, his expression gradually lost control - but this red lotus body is so ecstasy, the more out of control, the more perverted all beings - although At this time, she can only be turned upside down...

She smiled, touched his chest intentionally or unintentionally with both hands, watched his Adam's apple surge, swallowed a big mouthful of saliva——

"I want to ask you a question." She said, looking down at him.

"Well... you ask..."

"WhoisJack Jones?" Sitting on him, she asked condescendingly.

He stretched out his hand to caress her face in a daze, and slid straight down her neck: "Well...it's my...alias..."

"Huh?" Hermione was almost amused, "You use this pseudonym?"

"It's very American, isn't it?" he said in a trance, "I have also selected Alfred Jones, Jack Sparrow, Jack Dawson, etc... but the first one is noble and cold at first glance. It was started by the Britons, the middle one is a bit too cool, and the last one I always feel is full of sadness, like a poor boy who came to the United States with a lower-class ticket on a luxury cruise ship that he gambled and lost everything in the end... "

He held her right hand obsessively, stared carefully, and licked her palm with the tip of his seductive tongue——

Hermione laughed again.He finally raised his head and stared at her wetly, feeling that his heart and body were getting wet—he licked his lips and said eagerly: "Hey... I said, are you going to stay still like this?"

Hermione looked at him with a grin, tilted her head and said, "No...but I think it's funny that you're doing this...I can't help but want to watch it for a while..."

He finally saw an opportunity, sat up abruptly, turned her over and pushed her down—dark eyes meeting brown eyes, nose tip to nose tip, chest to chest—

"Jack..." She murmured and smiled at him, "This name is really interesting... You can also have such an alias... Hmm!"

He roughly ripped off the rose-patterned panties, parted the wet slender legs, intertwined her hands, through the swwet valley...

Boom!The emotions and desires that were about to explode rose from the pleasure, he lowered his head frantically, rubbed her neck and said, "So the person who is doing with you now is Jack...youcallmeJack..."

His heart was beating against his chest like a wave—yes, it was an ocean wave, perhaps the wet rhythm was so exciting and unbelievable, his mind went blank, but he remembered the sound of ocean waves more than 60 years ago—

She was still chuckling, she was so calm, she was so close, but still seemed so far away...

When he thought of this, he suddenly felt both despair and happiness, he kissed her tightly, and tried to speed up the movement——

But in an uproar, he opened his eyes wide.In a moment, the position was reversed again, and she still maintained that posture, riding upside down on him, with a smile that was not a smile——

Tom's eyes widened.He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, forced himself to stay still, and said, "You...you know what? In some states in the United States, it's illegal for a woman to be in the top position. They don't allow it. In 1975, I specifically checked Muggles. the code of—"

He suddenly tilted his head and snorted, and began to gasp feebly... The muscles and veins in his whole body seemed to explode...

"Now?" She lowered her head, smiled deeply, and said in a sweet tone: "Have you experienced the thrill of breaking the law?"

"Uh... ah... ha..." He looked at her with trembling eyes, almost dying——

"Slap." Without hesitation, she raised her hand and slapped his cheek again.

It's like fire and ice!Although there was an inexplicable shame, he was even more excited because of it, and he almost burst out on the spot—in a daze, he stroked his face, panting desperately, and looked up at her with dazed eyes...

The excitement of the peak was extremely exciting, but it also passed quickly.Half an hour later, Hermione jumped out of bed with ease, brushing her curly brown hair back from her head—

"Wait, where are you going—" He quickly followed her and jumped off, only to feel his chest still beating wildly.

"bath."

"I also need to go--"

"Hey——" Hermione gave him a funny look, and pushed his hand away: "How can it be called washing together? Huh..."

She was wearing a bathrobe barefoot, and couldn't help pointing to the bathroom and laughing: "Why do you have two bathrooms in one bathroom in your apartment—why there is already a shower and a bathtub? Hahahaha, what a pervert—"

"How do I know? Ask the Americans—" He stared absently at her bared chest—

"But this is just right, I'm going to take a bath first, you can go to the shower—"

"No." He yanked off her bathrobe, pulled her into the shower, slammed the small glass door shut, and whispered to her, "Wash together..."

"It's no wonder you want to wash...pervert!"

"Look, the water is coming out." He turned on the water heater solemnly, and the water flowed down their bodies. He couldn't wait to kiss her lips, and then kissed her upside down in the rushing waves, and lifted her up Half a leg, forcing the cubicle to vibrate...

After a while, she pushed open the cubicle door short of breath, and complained: "Such a small cubicle...it's really sick!——I'm going to wash, you are not allowed to follow."

He folded his arms, watched her lie in the spacious bathtub, and followed her with unscrupulous eyes, until she saw below the water surface——

Hermione raised her eyebrows, stretched out her hand and snapped her fingers, and the water surface was immediately filled with roses.She gathered her brown hair up high, leaned lazily against the wall, and looked at him comfortably...

The little black-haired devil blinked, spread his hands and said innocently: "Okay, okay——I don't want to watch it."

He turned around and walked out of the bathroom.

Hermione suddenly became suspicious, but within a moment, he came in carrying a large bucket of milk, with a calm but slightly smirk, still only wearing a soaked white shirt, squatting by the bathtub.

"What are you going to do?"

"I'm here to serve Her Majesty the Queen's bathing..." His voice was subdued and gorgeous again, he lifted the milk bucket full of temptation, and began to pour the milky white liquid into the bathtub.

Hermione glanced at him lazily, didn't move, but gracefully lifted her long legs out of the water, poured water and washed it carefully——

It is clear that nothing can be seen underwater, but it seems to become more attractive.Tom's eyes darkened, and he continued calmly: "You know what? You are experiencing the life of a capitalist in the United States in the 30s—"

"what?"

"It was the era not long after I was born...the age when you first met me..." He leaned close to her ear and murmured: "Of course I haven't experienced that kind of life, the orphan I live in The hospital belongs to the group that was affected by them and caused a shortage of supplies... You know, we just heard about this at that time, and we all wished that the American capitalists who sold their souls to the devil would be strangled to death, or become soul-destroyers. American capitalists who sold to the devil... At that time, I couldn't help but want to experience a thing or two - pour the milk on the ground, let the poor sleep in the street wrapped in a cardboard box - "

He spoke frantically, then suddenly dropped the empty milk bucket and stepped into the bathtub.

"Of course I'm a poor man. I'm Jack who can only sleep on the street..." He stared at Hermione without turning his eyes, and unconsciously licked the corners of his lips with his tongue, eagerly and seductively said: "You can let me share Your milk? Dear rich lady..."

Hermione laughed and wanted to kick him - but at that moment he gave her another sidelong glance and sank into the tub with a grunt.

She suddenly felt her legs being separated.Under the dense milky white bath liquid, the entire surface of which is soaked with roses, a crazy and wild pleasure rushes in. She tilts her head. Can't tell what year and month...

This kind of love and desire is simply hard to control, wishing that there will never be dawn...

He raised his head from the water with a splash, met her eyes, the corners of his mouth were still licking, his sexiness exploded, making it hard to see at first glance, and he couldn't help but remind people of the night when he was first born, also In this way, the whole body is soaked, without an inch of hair, being spelled out by myself bit by bit...

She laughed again.A hand gently slid across his collarbone and chest, she smiled and squeezed the perverted and crazy little devil, and asked in a whisper: "Jack...so, you are Jack. Where did you hide Tom? "

He embraced his whole body, put one hand on the wall, surrounded her face, and said with a low smile, "Insidemybody...you know...you can spend one night looking for him..."

The author has something to say: Happy Chinese New Year! !good luck! !mwah! !

You know, I didn't finish writing until now because of the busyness of the Chinese New Year. .In fact, I should post this chapter at noon tomorrow so you can see it better, and you should all be asleep now...

but!This is the content of a chapter tonight! ~(≧▽≦)/~So I stayed up and wrote until now. . .

You all understand!