HERMIONE'S POV
Seeing him lay me down on the bed while he was on top of me, I couldn't help but swallow my saliva as I looked at him with nervousness.
“Y...You.... you really don't need to help me. I'll be fine, really! I've been through it without the help of the potion!” I tried to reject him, especially after seeing him take off his suit while he was on top of me.
My cheeks suddenly reddened and I felt my breathing shorten. I couldn't even dare to look at him.
But what I said was the truth. There was one time that I forgot my heat and Elizabeth wasn't there to provide me with the potion, so I locked myself inside of the room and endured it.
It was f*****g terrible that I thought I would die. Although I swore to myself that I wouldn't touch myself because I would die of embarrassmen
