HP: Becoming a Maiden Heartthrob

Nalilian went with Cedric to see the roses, which were in full bloom, emitting a warm orange light in the sunset.

Cedric walked around the flowers to take a look. Nalilian knew nothing about growing flowers and followed him around in circles. Cedric then explained to her how to take care of roses.

"Always keep the soil moist, but reduce watering in autumn and winter," Cedric said, turning the soil over. "Also check for pests and diseases. Flowers are very susceptible to downy mildew and black spot." He picked up branches and leaves as he looked.

Narilian nodded as she listened until Cedric, who was speaking, picked a rose and handed it to her. Narilian was startled and looked at the rose he handed her with hesitation.

Cedric was startled and asked softly, "Don't you like it?"

"No," Nalilian shook her head. She liked it very much, but, "Sed, you cherish this rose bush so much."

Why would you pick one for her?

Cedric paused, then laughed, "This rose has passed its blooming period and is about to wither. Picking it off will extend the blooming period of the rose bush."

Nalilian relaxed suddenly. "You're trying to trick me with something that's about to wither."

She took the rose, which exuded a faint fragrance and showed no sign of withering.

Cedric squatted down and straightened the corner of her wizard robe that had been soiled when she had followed him around in the grass.

Only then did Nalilian notice the slight redness on the tips of his ears.

He was lying to her.

Nalilian remembered the rose sign that Seide had made for her. What else did she not understand?

She followed suit and squatted down, making her a head shorter than Ced.

"Lillian?" Cedric looked at her.

She looked up at Said's face, squinting her eyes. Said was so handsome that she was almost blinded by his beauty when she saw him up close, which made her a little nervous. She tried hard to meet his eyes, and saw a rare flash of nervousness in his usually gentle and firm eyes. She felt a little relaxed and slowly moved closer. The fragrance of grass and trees enveloped her.

Cedric's breathing became irregular as he watched Narielian move closer to him, but when the tip of the girl's nose touched his, he reached out and gently cupped her cheek, kissing her firmly.

The wind blows gently, and the flowers are quiet and silent.

*

"Lillian!"

After eating in the kitchen, Narilla was holding flowers and walking to the hall hand in hand with Cedric. Hermione waved to her at the Gryffindor table. Narilla's eyes lit up when she saw Hermione.

Because Hermione's originally messy brown hair became very smooth and looked particularly beautiful.

"Go find your friend, Lillian," Cedric saw what she was thinking and let her go.

Nariel nodded obediently and after saying goodbye to Cedric, she ran over to Hermione and played with her hair.

"It looks good, doesn't it? I asked Harry, and he gave me the spell to maintain my hair. I tried it and it works really well. I'll teach you tonight," said Hermione, a little proudly.

Narilean exclaimed, "Great!" But after looking at it for a while, she suggested, "Let me tie your hair, Hermione. We need to eat later."

Hermione never liked to tie her hair up, and she usually kept it down.

Hermione nodded in agreement. Narilean sat down beside her and held her hair. It was smooth and thick and smelled of the shampoo she usually used.

"Haven't you used the shampoo you bought from Professor Lockhart?" asked Narilean.

This scent was not the one sold by Professor Lockhart. She was very familiar with it because Hermione bought a lot of it at that time, filling up half of the bathroom, and she could not use it up in a year or two.

Although Hermione had stopped being a fan of Professor Lockhart in her second year, she chose not to throw him away like garbage. Her original words at the time were, "Are you blind enough to like someone and then throw away shampoo and pollute nature?"

"I didn't use it," Hermione said, "I was worried there might be some special ingredients in it that might conflict with the spell, so I used the regular shampoo you bought earlier and didn't use."

It was bought by Kerston when he took her away from the party. Narilian only used it for one summer vacation before she stopped using it because she thought it was not as good as the shampoo she bought in the wizarding world.

"You are so careful," said Nalilian, combing her hair with her fingers and tying it into a bun. Hermione had thick hair, and the bun was big and fluffy, which made her face look smaller. However, the color was too monotonous. It would look better with a hairpin.

Thinking of this, she subconsciously reached out to take the hairpin on her head, but when she touched nothing, she remembered that she forgot to wear a hairpin today.

Since Kersten was often away from her, she always forgot to put the hairpins in when she had to tie her hair herself.

When Nalilian saw the rose, she had an idea and picked up the branch and pinned it on Hermione's bun.

The pink flowers look particularly beautiful against the thick brown hair.

"It's done," Narilean said, taking out her wand and turning the dinner plate into a mirror for Hermione to look at.

Hermione looked at herself in the mirror and touched her hair. She didn't agree with Narilian, but stared at the rose in her hair with curiosity. "Where did you get the flowers?"

Nalilian paused, looked up at the sky and asked, "Isn't it beautiful?"

"Did Senior Diggory give it to you?" Hermione ignored her attempt to change the subject.

"But it's really beautiful," Nalilian said guiltily.

"Lillian," Hermione drawled.

"Who are you talking to, Nalilian?"

But before Hermione could find out, a voice came from behind them, saving Narielian. She turned around and saw Ron and Harry.

"H-Hermione?"

Before Ron could continue asking Narilla, he saw Hermione's expression changed drastically and his eyes widened.

"Why have you changed?" he asked in surprise.

"What a fuss!" Hermione was speechless. "I just tied my hair up, and you can't recognize me?"

Harry only had time to look at Nallylian for a few seconds before his gaze fell on Hermione. Seeing the smooth bun, he paused, his face confused. "Is the effect of the hair beautifying spell so good?"

He stared at his forehead, which was still messy despite the spell, feeling confused and aggrieved. Could it be that the spell also treated different people differently?

"Of course not," Hermione shook her head, "I also combined it with the hairdressing spell that Parvati taught me to achieve this level."

"Oh, it's Seamus's hair-protecting spell," Ron realized, staring at Hermione's bun. "But if you want to do a spell, just do it. Why put it in a bun?"

"Don't you think it looks good?" Narilean asked, leaning against Hermione.

"It feels rather strange," Ron said.

"It's very pretty," Harry said almost simultaneously with Ron.

Ron heard his brother say this and looked at Harry, and Harry looked at Nalileen, who was smiling at him because of Harry's compliment. Ron felt deeply betrayed.

No, man.

"Ron, you really should reflect on yourself," Hermione said, "Not only do you not take a shower every day, but you also don't know how to appreciate it."

Ron turned his head and said, "Hmph."

Narilean smiled even more happily, and happened to meet Harry's eyes. He was looking at her and smiling. She paused and turned her head to look at Hermione, but when she shifted her gaze, she felt a gaze, and turned her head away, but found nothing.

strangeness.