{HERMIONE} NEXT DAY

“Babe, you okay?” I ask, whisking the pancake batter a little too aggressively.

Zara is leaning against the kitchen counter behind me, her arms crossed. “Yeah, I’m good. Just… a bit on edge this evening.”

My hand stops moving and I look at her, “Awnnnn, we both need a hug. I’m feeling the same too.”

I wipe my hands on a towel, and pull Zara into a tight embrace.

“Your body is so soft and warm,” I coo, burying my face in her shoulder for ...