Hermione felt something very hard hit her face when Hagrid hugged her which made her moan slightly. “What was that?” Hagrid asked.“Oh nothing I ...ust feel really sad” Hermione was quick to say!“Oh ye must be devastated sit here on the ouch tell me what happenned” Hagrid said sitting on a massive couch fit for a family a 10!Hermione sat beside Hagrid and told him everything about the girls and how they kicked her out and how she pleaded to the fat lady! All lies of course!By the time Hermione had. "Fuck!" she shouted. "I called it. He was too good to be true. Talk about an ugly reality behind a perfect façade!" Tears stung her eyes. She brushed away the tears as the car shot through the gates. "He isn't an illusionist. He's a freak! That's what he is. A fuckin' freak!"Devastated, David returned to his body and trudged through the rain to his mother's house. He found her drinking coffee on her covered patio enjoying the storm. Slumping onto a chair across a glass table from her, he. “I heard you say that you were coming here to eat. So, after my shift ended I decided to come over here and wait for you to come out.” He finished and waited for me to process, still confident, still relaxed, and still acting like it was the most natural thing in the world for us to be having this conversation.I was a little stunned. Okay, a lot stunned. And I processed everything from trepidation, to flattery, to concern, to worry, to slight fear and finally back to simple curiosity. “Okay,. I truly love her.My enemies see my relief and confidence, knowing there is no other way across. They dare not defile her yearning body. I am safe. With trembling hands, I remove my thick fur mittens and feel her cold breath between my fingers. A slight rumble from below reaches my ears, letting me know she is eager for her offering. I unlace the garments keeping my body warm. She breathes again, and all hairs rise on my body. Whether from anticipation, arousal or cold I do not know.My fingers.