Among all the things that might happen to her, she has never expect this one: she has never expect to sniff that profume this close.
Hermione puts her hands on Fred’s arm, the one that’s keeping her tight around the neck, while the chin of the boy leans gentle on the head of the girl.
– Fred? – she is able to pronunce, totally embarrassed for the situation, happy because he cannot see her red face.
– Just a little longer, Granger, then I will let you go. – the corps of the two boys move closer to each other, till the back of Hermione feels the chest of Fred, who smile.