AIDEN
My heart warms at the angry expression on Hermione's face. She looks as cute as a bunny.
Her eyes radiate so much hatred as she watches me, but laughter bubbles in my belly.
She hates me, but she can't help but love me. She charges ahead, eager to leave me behind. But then, she stops abruptly, thumping back toward me.
My heart races as she bursts forward like a bull charging toward an impenetrable wall. I'm not impenetrable, and the furious expression on her face makes me hold my hands out to her.
"Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned," they say. I've given Hermione enough reason to go ballistic.
With the thought flashing on the spur of the moment, I clench my thighs together and shield my groin area, not wanting to risk being attacked there.
However, Hermione stops before
