[ Padfoot just keeps trying to shove himself under Hermione, who ends up allowing herself a moment of fake feline happiness (how many people can say they've had their ears scratched?) before she leans back and nudges his hand as a thanks, a little bit of instinct before she settles back.
The dog at her side is already whining a little, as if he knows what's coming, and then with a bit of magic Hermione has turned back into herself, cheeks a little bit pink. ]
I think I've probably earned a week or two off, don't you?
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The dog at her side is already whining a little, as if he knows what's coming, and then with a bit of magic Hermione has turned back into herself, cheeks a little bit pink. ]
I think I've probably earned a week or two off, don't you?
[ At least she didn't beg for belly rubs. ]