bacchusnovels Chapter 440 Hermione, Do You Want Me to Stop?
Chapter 440 Hermione, Do You Want Me to Stop?
Chapter 440 Hermione, Do You Want Me to Stop?
"Professor...can I speak with you alone? There are some things I need to clarify."
Sean looked up, slightly surprised, at Hermione.
Although he didn't understand why Hermione wanted to see him, he nodded and said gently, "Of course, Hermione, we can talk back at camp."
As the game ended, the crowd surged toward the stadium exit like a tidal wave, and the surroundings instantly became incredibly noisy.
The audience chattered excitedly about every moment of the match, with cheers and arguments erupting between Irish and Bulgarian fans.
Interspersed with the sounds of vendors loudly hawking souvenirs.
"That thief's turn was absolutely brilliant!"
"Krum is amazing! I've never seen anything like that before!"
"Lynch actually played quite well, but in the end Ireland was stronger!"
Hermione, Harry, and the others moved with the flow of people toward the camp, their feet treading on a path of grass and dirt, their steps occasionally disrupted by the pushes of the people around them.
Ron carefully protected Harry's binoculars while reciting the bets he had lost, his tone full of frustration.
"I thought we had it in the bag, but Bulgaria pulled off a comeback! What the hell!" Ron complained.
"Don't be like that, Ron. Wasn't that a great match?" Harry said with a smile, trying to comfort him. "Maybe we can even learn something from it."
Ginny chimed in, "However, Bulgaria's victory is truly admirable; Krum's technique was remarkable."
Hermione walked at the back and barely participated in the conversation.
Her thoughts were already occupied by something else, and her gaze remained fixed on the crowd not far away.
Professor Phillips was walking side by side with Mr. Weasley and Mr. Lovegood, chatting and laughing.
Finally, the group returned to the camp.
Hermione stood quietly to the side, and only when Harry, Ron, and Ginny were busy tidying up the tent and discussing the match did she quietly approach Professor Phillips.
Seeing Hermione approaching, Sean immediately nodded goodbye to Arthur and Xenophilius, then led Hermione toward Lovegood's tent.
The noise outside the tent gradually faded away, and the space inside appeared much larger than it seemed from the outside, decorated in the distinctive style characteristic of the Lovegood family:
The ceiling was covered with mysterious symbols, and the walls were covered with posters of various magical creatures.
Sean pushed open the door to a small hut and gestured for Hermione to go inside.
The room was very simple, with only a bed, a desk and three chairs.
"Have a seat." Sean closed the door, pointed to a chair, and sat down behind the desk.
Hermione hesitated for a moment, then finally sat down opposite him, her fingers gripping the hem of her robe tightly.
The room was eerily quiet for a moment, with only the faint cheers coming from outside the window and the occasional crackling of a campfire in the distance.
"Professor—" Hermione finally spoke, her voice trembling slightly, "That song you were humming just now was the first time I'd heard it, but it also felt like—not the first time."
Sean looked at her, not answering immediately, but pondering for a while, as if considering how to start the conversation.
"That song means a lot to me," he said softly, with a touch of emotion. "It comes from a very distant place, or rather, a time and space that has long since passed."
Hermione frowned slightly. "Professor, you mentioned another timeline. Is that also related to—Sophia?"
Now Sean understood why Hermione had sought him out—Sophia and that song.
It seems Sophia also sang that song... Hermione deduced their relationship from the existence of this song.
In just a few seconds, Sean analyzed the cause and effect of the matter.
So he gently shook his head. "That time and space has nothing to do with Sophia."
Hermione paused for a moment, then, realizing what was happening, stared intently at Sean, her hands unconsciously clasped together. "Professor, do you know Sophia's identity?"
This time, Sean nodded without hesitation: "Of course, I know."
Hermione's heart skipped a beat, her eyes widened, and her voice involuntarily rose: "Who—who is she?"
Sean said in a low voice, "Sophia... is my daughter."
Hermione's mind went blank, as if something enormous had collapsed and rebuilt in her world.
She opened her mouth, as if to say something, but no sound came out.
Sure enough, she found it!
After a moment of silence, Hermione spoke again: "Professor, do you know my future identity?"
Sean's expression stiffened slightly.
Should we continue to hide it?
But... what's the point of hiding it?
Let's hang in there a little longer.
He can't just tell her everything when Hermione asks him.
We should give her a sense of accomplishment for solving the problem after racking her brains, right?
Thinking of this, Sean lowered his head, pondered for a moment, and slowly spoke, "Hermione...: ...Some things, perhaps knowing too early is not a good thing."
Hermione's gaze didn't waver; instead, it sharpened further. "Professor, if you think I shouldn't know, then why did you tell me Sophia is your daughter? If that's the case, then my identity must be extraordinary, right?"
Sean smiled helplessly, as if he had been cornered by her logic.
He looked up and said, slowly and deliberately, "Alright, Hermione. If you really want to know... the future you is my wife."
Hermione's body trembled slightly, but having prepared herself mentally, a calm expression quickly appeared on her face.
"Just as I thought," she said.
"Just as I thought?" Sean played along, raising an eyebrow in surprise.
Hermione nodded, her eyes flickering slightly. "Professor, why didn't you tell me sooner? You knew all this perfectly well."
Sean smiled slightly and countered, "Hermione, why should I tell you? The future hasn't happened yet, and knowing too much is pointless."
It might actually change the course of your life. This is the only part of me I can protect for you.
“But Professor, I have the right to know my future—especially when my future is so closely tied to yours and Sophia’s,” Hermione retorted.
This was the first time Hermione, who had always been a well-behaved student, had ever contradicted Professor Phillips, whom she respected.
This action caused a blush to instantly rise to her cheeks, and even her tone unconsciously carried a hint of panic.
Sean gazed at her tenderly, his hand unconsciously resting on her shoulder: "Hermione, your life is complete now, but the future is unknown. I'm telling you this not to burden you, but so that you can continue to grow at your own pace and make your own choices."
Hermione's lips pursed slightly, as if she was processing what she had to say.
"So you've chosen to let me fumble around in the unknown, rather than let me prepare in advance?"
Sean nodded slightly. "Yes, because your future doesn't come from knowing everything, but from the choices you make when facing the unknown."
Upon hearing this, He felt a complex mix of emotions—both shyness and a subtle sense of anticipation.
The professor respected her wishes so much and wholeheartedly considered the issue from her perspective.
There is no feeling more pleasant than this.
Hermione lowered her head, as if she were thinking, but more likely she was trying to hide her unease and shyness.
Her fingers unconsciously tightened around the hem of her robe as a thought flashed through her mind.
The thought made her cheeks burn even hotter; she could almost feel the tips of her ears getting hot.
"Hermione?" Sean's voice pulled her back to reality. "Is there anything I can help you with?"
Hermione looked up and met Professor Phillips's sincere gaze. She wanted to speak but hesitated, the request lingering in her mind.
She felt her heart beating abnormally fast.
After all, this is something she's asking her future husband about, and it's so private.
She asked her future husband to treat her well...
"Yes, Professor... ...but this favor is a little difficult to ask." Hermione bit her lower lip, her voice much lower than usual.
Sean raised an eyebrow slightly, a faint smile playing on his lips, encouraging her, "You can speak freely. No matter what it is, I will do my best to help you."
Hermione nervously twisted the hem of her robe, as if she were struggling to find the right words.
"This is insane..." she muttered to herself. "The professor thinks I'm too reckless, or rather, too indecent..."
Even, like a slut...
She lowered her head instinctively, her cheeks and neck already flushed.
"What's wrong, Hermione?" Sean couldn't help but chuckle as he looked at the shy Hermione in front of him.
Her appearance—it seemed—made it seem like a very interesting request.
Hermione, hearing Sean's urging, finally took a deep breath and slowly raised her head.
Before she could fully gather her thoughts, she felt a warm sensation gently land on her lips.
Time seemed to stand still at that moment.
Hermione's eyes widened suddenly, her cheeks instantly turning as red as ripe apples, her mind a complete mess.
"He...he kissed me?"
She instinctively tried to push Sean away, but her hand froze in mid-air.
A clear thought suddenly surfaced in my mind: "He is my future husband. Isn't this just an ordinary thing?"
This idea gradually relaxed her originally stiff body.
Hermione gazed comfortably at Sean, his face almost touching hers, and the familiar scent stirred a strange flutter in her heart.
Sean slowly pulled away from her lips, looking directly into her eyes, and whispered, "Sorry, Hermione—I just couldn't help myself."
Hermione remained frozen in place. She opened her mouth, but her voice was so soft that she could barely hear it herself: "It's okay."
Sean smiled slightly, as if observing her reaction: "You're not angry?"
Hermione paused for a moment, her blush deepening, and gently shook her head: "I'm just a little surprised."
"An accident?" Sean chuckled, asking as if jokingly, "Was it an accident that I would do this, or was it an accident that you didn't resist?"
Hermione's eyes darted away, and her voice was almost a mutter: "Probably both."
A brief silence fell over the room, and a subtle atmosphere filled the air.
Throughout this process, Sean's gaze remained fixed on Hermione's face. Her slightly shimmering eyes and the deepening blush on her cheeks stirred feelings of tenderness and passion within him.
He sighed softly, as if suppressing something, but finally slowly got up and took a step closer to Hermione.
"Hermione—." He called her name softly.
Hermione looked up, her eyes still showing a hint of nervousness, but she did not back down.
She opened her mouth slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but before she could speak, Sean's hand gently cupped her cheek.
In that instant, Hermione felt her heartbeat lose its rhythm again.
"I'm sorry—" Sean said softly, but there was no hint of regret in his voice. His gaze locked onto Hermione's, and then he lowered his head and kissed her again.
This time, without any hesitation or testing, the kiss was filled with intense emotion, as if he wanted to completely unleash the feelings he had suppressed for so long.
Hermione's eyes widened, her body stiffening for a moment, but then that familiar thought returned: "He is my future—it's only natural, isn't it?"
Hermione's body gradually relaxed, and the hand that had been raised to push him away slowly lowered, eventually gently wrapping around Sean's shoulder, responding to his movements.
Sean sensed Hermione's response, his fingers gently tracing her hair, while his other hand rested behind her, gently pulling her closer.
Hermione could feel the rhythm of Sean's breathing; that warm breath was slowly eroding her reason.
She wanted to back away, but her body leaned forward uncontrollably. When they were so close that they could barely breathe, Hermione felt her blood boiling.
Sean's Adam's apple bobbed, and then a hand slid down to her waist.
Hermione's body stiffened slightly at the sudden touch, but quickly softened under the warmth of Sean's hand.
His fingers traced her waistline through the thin fabric, a gesture that was hard to resist.
"Don't overthink it," Sean whispered, his lips almost touching her earlobe. "Let me..."
His fingers deftly found the first button on his shirt.
Hermione instinctively grabbed his wrist, but did not forcefully stop him.
She could feel her fingertips trembling, and her heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of her chest.
Sean moved slowly, as if performing a solemn ceremony.
Each button unbuttoned was accompanied by a faint sigh from him, his hot breath brushing against her neck.
"See, there's nothing to be afraid of," he murmured, his voice laced with seduction. "Trust me..."
Hermione bit her lower lip, feeling her clothes gradually loosen.
Sean's gaze roamed over her bare skin, his fingers slowly sliding down the curve of her collarbone, causing Hermione to gasp softly.
She instinctively tried to cover herself with her arm, but Sean gently stopped her.
"Don't cover up, you're beautiful." His voice was husky as he leaned down and planted a string of delicate kisses on her shoulder.
Each touch of his lips sent a shiver through Hermione; she could feel her skin burning hot under his wet tongue.
Sean's fingers continued to explore downwards, lingering on her waist.
Hermione couldn't help but let out a sob, and her hands unconsciously climbed onto his shoulders.
Tell me, do you want me to stop?
?
Just then, a commotion suddenly broke out outside.
"Phillips! Are you in there? Hurry, get up, it's an emergency!"