As the atmosphere between the two grew increasingly charged, Draco came running over, completely oblivious to the mood. Wearing a proud grin, he began enthusiastically recounting every moment of the match leading up to his triumphant capture of the Golden Snitch.
"I'm going to have my father buy that Golden Snitch! It's the symbol of my first-ever Quidditch match, where I caught the Snitch, ended the game, and secured the victory!" Draco declared, his nose practically pointing to the sky.
"Oh, I see. Congratulations," Hermione said flatly, her tone icy. After all, who wouldn't be annoyed when their moment was rudely interrupted?
"Impressive," Glenn said, closing his eyes as he offered genuine praise. He handed Draco a bottle of Invigoration Draught. "Drink this."
The unexpected compliment and gesture of concern stunned Draco, leaving the proud young Malfoy momentarily flustered, almost shy.
"Ah, th-this is too kind of you~" he stammered, though his heart was secretly bursting with joy.
"Oh my, Glenn actually complimented me and showed concern for me! Aside from Hermione, who else could do this? Neville? No way, right?"
Despite his words, Draco eagerly accepted the Invigoration Draught.
Draco thought to himself.
Although the excitement of victory hadn't entirely worn off, he could feel the toll of the cold, damp weather and the match's exertion on his body.
"The Invigoration Draught will prevent you from falling ill due to today's match and ensure you can carry out your training as planned," Glenn explained bluntly, revealing the real reason for the potion.
"Uh, Glenn, you didn't have to add that last part. It would've been more touching without it," Draco said awkwardly, forcing a smile.
"Hmm, I know. I did it on purpose," Glenn replied with a deadpan expression.
After all, Draco's inability to read the room was truly astonishing.
Even Glenn, who wasn't particularly adept at social cues, had learned to pay attention to the atmosphere. Yet Draco remained as... straightforward as ever?
Hmm, Glenn wasn't sure how to describe this behavior.
"Can I get six more bottles of Invigoration Draught?" Draco suddenly asked, scratching his head sheepishly. "I'll pay for them. I want to give a bottle to each of my teammates."
"Three Galleons," Glenn said immediately, retrieving six more bottles from his black ring and handing them to Draco.
Draco quickly took the potions and dashed off toward the Slytherin team's resting area.
"I'll pay you the Galleons tonight! Gotta go now—bye, Glenn, Hermione!" he called out as he ran.
"So, what now?" With the nuisance finally gone, Hermione rolled her eyes and asked helplessly, "Are you going to keep holding me?"
"Do you want me to?" Glenn countered.
"Hmm." Hermione pretended to think. "Actually, I still feel a bit weak…"
Without another word, Glenn cast a Levitation Charm to suspend the umbrella over their heads and followed it with a Disillusionment Charm to conceal both of them and the umbrella. Then, he scooped Hermione up in his arms and began walking back to Hogwarts.
Hermione, feeling entirely at ease, nestled comfortably in Glenn's embrace.
After all, no one could see through Glenn's Disillusionment Charm. Hehe.
...
From the end of the Quidditch match until the evening, Glenn stayed by Hermione's side. In the Room of Requirement, Hermione lay on the bed, simultaneously researching and snacking, while Glenn sat cross-legged on the floor, studying gender transformation potions and flipping through the Fantastic Beasts compendium. They each focused on their own tasks without disturbing one another, finding no trace of boredom.
Glenn had already completed the commission Dumbledore had assigned him, which involved alchemical tools for the dueling club. Hermione had enthusiastically asked Professor Dumbledore when the club would start, but the old man had merely smiled mysteriously and responded with a riddle, leaving Glenn thoroughly exasperated.
Ever since the Riddler left Gotham, it seemed the world was full of riddlers.
Hermione, however, didn't mind. The girl loved puzzles. But no matter how much she speculated, Dumbledore simply smiled and remained silent.
Glenn stared expressionlessly at the smiling old man, knowing full well that whenever Dumbledore smiled like that, it meant something unpleasant was about to happen.
That guy was definitely scheming something again.
"The powdered Two-Eared Grass ratio is slightly too high, making the potion unstable. Stirring needs to be more frequent…" Glenn muttered to himself, using Heightened Perception to analyze the magical flow within the cooled dark green liquid in his cauldron. He silently revised the potion formula and brewing process in his mind.
"By the way, Glenn, what will you do about clothes when you're in your female form?" Hermione asked, setting aside her book after finishing a chapter. She rolled across the bed until she was closer to Glenn. "You're not planning to wear mine, are you?"
The girl picked up a Lemon Snowball candy and offered it to Glenn. "Here, say 'ah—'"
"Ah—" Glenn turned, opened his mouth, and took the candy from Hermione's fingers.
Normally, he wouldn't eat something as sweet as this. But since he was currently engaged in a mentally taxing task and the candy was kindly offered by Hermione herself, he decided to indulge in one.
As the rich sweetness spread through his mouth, Glenn frowned slightly and replied, "That was my plan—if you don't mind, of course."
"Alternatively, we could visit a women's clothing store sometime. You could use some new outfits as well."
"Ah, well…" Hermione hesitated. To be honest, neither option seemed like a bad deal for her. However…
"Let's go to a women's clothing store instead. How about during Christmas?" After some thought, Hermione chose the second option.
After all, what girl could resist picking out her ideal women's clothing for her boyfriend?
Well, Glenn wasn't technically her boyfriend yet, but Hermione felt she was close to winning him over.
It was only a matter of time—no need to dwell on the details.
The important thing was that her boyfriend would be wearing women's clothing soon. And he was the kind of boy who looked stunningly beautiful and could transform into a girl at any time.
Just thinking about it made her a little excited!
Besides, her current clothes were getting a bit tight in certain areas—particularly around the chest…
Wait, no! Could it be that I've gained weight!?
Hermione lifted her shirt in alarm, pinching and examining her stomach.
"That's odd. No extra fat?" she murmured.
Her abdomen remained flat and toned, with even a hint of abs from her exercise routine.
"Only my chest has gotten bigger?" Hermione muttered, sneaking a touch of the two areas that had grown noticeably fuller. She couldn't help but feel a little pleased.
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