Without pajamas, Hermione could only do as Lynn did, crawling under the covers in her shirt and long johns.
Lying next to Lynn, Hermione's hand under the covers cautiously reached out toward her.
A warm and delicate sensation came through as Hermione gently took hold of Lynn's finger.
Slender and long; imagining the shape of Lynn's finger, Hermione's eyes crinkled as she rubbed against the pillow.
Closing her eyes, it wasn't long before Hermione drifted into dreamland amidst happiness and excitement.
That night, Lynn didn't experience her usual waking up every hour; she slept peacefully for six hours, not waking until five in the morning.
There was only a brief moment of daze upon opening her eyes, which was immediately dispelled in the next instant, leaving only clarity.
Feeling her right index finger being gently held, Lynn's gaze slowly shifted to her side.
A fluffy little head was sleeping peacefully next to her, brown hair a bit messy and scattered across the pillow, looking incredibly cute.
It was Hermione; Lynn's brain provided the correct answer.
Memories rushed back: she had suddenly felt exhausted in the second-floor corridor, then Senior Maranhao and Senior Marietta had supported her, followed by Hermione holding her and telling her she could sleep.
Thus, as the index finger of Lynn's right hand held by Hermione moved slightly, she realized it must have been Hermione who carried her back while she was asleep.
As for why she was sleeping in her bed, it was likely because of the petrification incident that had just occurred, coupled with her mention of a Basilisk in Hogwarts, so Senior Maranhao and Senior Marietta didn't feel safe letting Hermione go back alone.
A very correct decision; if it were her, she would have let Hermione stay as well.
After all, it was a Basilisk; in a one-on-one encounter, even if Hermione, a second-year Young Wizard, knew a few more Charms.
Her chances of winning would definitely not exceed five percent; being petrified would be a stroke of luck.
With her index finger held by Hermione, Lynn instinctively didn't want to disturb Hermione's rest.
One should not disturb others while they are resting; this was basic etiquette.
So she could only lie quietly in bed, her eyes fixed on Hermione's fluffy hair while her mind quickly reviewed the content for today's Herbology Class.
When the clock reached seven-fifty, Hermione, who had slept beautifully all night, finally woke up.
Opening her mouth to give a wide yawn, Hermione felt something in her right hand through her daze, so she could only raise her left hand to rub her sleepy eyes.
Once her mind cleared a bit, Hermione subconsciously thought, What am I holding with my right hand?
Opening her eyes as she thought, she saw blue bed curtains, a blue quilt, and blue sheets through the blur.
Wait, blue?
Hermione's movement of rubbing her eyes suddenly stopped, and her previously muddled head instantly became clear.
She wasn't in her own Dormitory on her own bed; yesterday, after bringing Lynn back, she had slept here directly.
So... Hermione turned her head slowly and stiffly, and then clearly saw Lynn, who was already awake and looking at her with wide eyes.
Thinking of the unladylike yawn she had just given and the way she had rubbed her eyes.
Hermione couldn't help but wail in her heart, Oh no! Is my image in Lynn's mind ruined?
Lynn was completely unaware of Hermione's thoughts; she just stared blankly at Hermione as she woke up and sat up.
Her index finger was still held by Hermione, and since she had only just reviewed today's Herbology Class material for the third time, she didn't move as Hermione hadn't spoken.
She was simply reciting it for the fourth time in her head.
After wailing in her heart for a while, Hermione saw that Lynn had no reaction.
She couldn't help but reach out her right hand to poke Lynn's cheek, tentatively speaking.
"Good morning, Lynn."
"Good morning, Hermione," Lynn replied with a nod.
Seeing that Lynn's reaction was no different from usual, Hermione breathed a silent sigh of relief. Only after relaxing did she realize she was still holding Lynn's index finger.
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