The pillow under my head felt increasingly uncomfortable. I kept banging my head against it, hoping the softness would return, but it didn't. To make matters worse, Fleur's muscles seemed to have grown overnight. Her arms were too strong, almost crushing me in her embrace. Her chest felt unnaturally firm. 'When did she start working out? Did she do it without telling me?' I wondered, pushing against her body, feeling it was as hard as a rock. This wasn't the cozy, comforting embrace I remembered.
I tried to pull away, but Fleur held on too tightly. "Fleur! Get off me, you're suffocating me!" I grumbled, my voice still hoarse. I wriggled, but Fleur's firm grip only tightened. She slipped her hand under my leg, lifting it up onto herself, and then wrapped her other arm around my back. With
