HP through the autumn

Qiu deftly picked up the skirt with her toes and put it aside, then turned her head and smiled and asked Harry, "Why don't you come over?"

Harry stood there as if rooted under his feet, motionless.

It's a good thing she's wearing a bathing suit, he thought.Immediately after rejoicing, he felt a sense of regret, if it was really exactly the same as the dream... He couldn't help but blush when he thought of what he had tried to prevent being read by her insanity.

"Harry!" she called again, "come here."

He moved to her side step by step, letting his eyes rest on her face: "Why did you suddenly..."

"Today is Valentine's Day." She put her arms around Harry's shoulders and wrapped them around his neck. "Give you a chance to make your dreams come true."

"Do you know who the girl in the dream was?" Harry asked.

"I know," she nodded, "otherwise, who else do you want to dream about?"

"Then you did it on purpose that day?" He was a little annoyed when he thought of the foolishness of him fearing that she would guess who the girl was.

"Yeah." She admitted bluntly, "You're so cute when you're nervous."

Harry wanted to be angry a little bit, but he thought of the "dream come true" chance she just mentioned, and put the anger behind him: "Is what you just said true?"

"You mean to ask you who the brunette is on purpose? Of course it's true." She began to play dumb.

"It's the one before that." Harry said eagerly, "...the one where dreams come true."

"That sentence," she suddenly realized, "of course it is true. This is my Valentine's Day gift for you."

She blinked slyly and pulled Harry closer, bringing them closer.

For the first time, Harry realized that the physical differences between boys and girls were so obvious, and the soft touch that could not be ignored pressed against his chest, making his heart beat faster.

"Um... are you sure?" He tried to think of what to say, "Is this a little too fast?"

"I think it's okay." She said sweetly, "Sweetheart."

Harry had completely given up on correcting her not to call him sweetheart, and his focus was on the conversation between the two of them: "If you don't think it's going too fast, then..."

"Then I'll help you realize your dream." Her index finger was on his lips, cutting off the rest of his words.

Her fingers slowly rubbed against his lips, and deliberately brought the side of her fingers close to his lips close to her own, and kissed him ambiguously.

Lips and fingers touched, making a chirping sound.But she looked straight into his green eyes, smiled, then turned and jumped into the bath.

Harry felt that a look from her made the temperature around him rise sharply.

"I can't swim." She fiddled with the water in the pool, feeling the water drip off her arms.

"I'm not very good at it either." Harry said, looking restless, unconsciously clutching his robe and wand.

She walked towards the other side of the pool, just like in Harry's dream, her wavy black hair set off her white skin.The skirt of the swimsuit swayed with the waves, and the vague colors and shapes were full of reverie.

She is like a water fairy, or a siren who deliberately confuses sailors.

In the steaming steam, Harry's heart was beating fast.

Would this be too fast? Should he stop her?What should he do next?Is it really the same as in the dream?But they are still students?Voldemort is still watching outside the school?Will she beat him if he stops her?From the bottom of his heart, he didn't really want to stop...

Qiu walked to the other side of the pool and slowly crawled out of the water.The swimsuit was tightly attached to the body, and water droplets kept dripping along the hem of the skirt.The wet long hair stuck to her face, and she pushed it aside impatiently, revealing her slender neck, where his kiss had once fallen...

Harry was getting more and more nervous as she walked towards him along the edge of the bath.She got closer and closer, leaving a trail of meandering water behind her.

Her face was also covered with water, and she looked extraordinarily charming under the warm yellow light.

"Harry." She grabbed him by the collar and pulled him down.

"Huh?" He uttered a vague syllable.

"Happy Valentine's Day." She leaned close to his ear and said, biting his earlobe by the way, "I like you very much."

The numb feeling spread from the earlobe to the bottom of my heart.

"I know." He replied, "I like you too."

He put his hand on her lower back, and there was only a thin layer of swimsuit between the skin and the skin, and she could clearly feel the warmth of his palm.

A natural kiss made the already warm bathroom even hotter. Because they were busy making potions, they hadn't kissed so carefully for a long time.Every corner was not spared, and the remaining oxygen was exhausted bit by bit.

When they finally stopped, both were panting slightly.

"Where are your hands?" She glanced at him.

"Uh..." Harry withdrew his hand obediently.

Qiu took a few steps back and asked, "Do you like this swimsuit?"

Harry's eyes fell on her chest involuntarily, grazing her waist, brushing her calves.

"Yeah." He replied simply, ashamed to comment on the swimsuit.

"I bought this the year before last." She tugged at the hem of the skirt, "It's a bit small now. Why don't you go shopping with me next time?"

Meeting Harry's wide eyes, she added, "I want to buy a new bikini."

"Aren't you going shopping with Laurie?" he struggled.

"She's going to go shopping with Cedric," she looked at him innocently, "don't you want to pick out something nice for me to wear?"

"Hmm." He had no choice but to answer with another syllable, but this time Qiu was not going to let him go.

"Do you want to or don't you want to?" she asked.

"Yes." Harry reluctantly compromised.

She was finally satisfied with his performance: "Let's go, let's go back."

"Huh?" Harry was stunned, "Go back?"

"Yes." She affirmed the answer, "Your dream has come true."

"My sweet dream..." just started?

"Didn't you dream that you saw me swimming in the pool?" Her expression was pure and innocent, "I saw this when I was in Legilimency, did you dream of something else?"

"But that's a—" Harry lowered his volume to a minimum, "Dream."

"But I haven't had such a dream?" She looked at him calmly, "I only saw the part where I was swimming. Is there anything else behind?"

"Nothing," said Harry through gritted teeth, glaring angrily at the girl who was putting on the robe.

He must have owed her in his previous life!

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I love the finger kissing part~