I kissed Hermione and massaged her feet with oil, somehow I felt like I was watching someone else do everything that I was doing for Hermione and I couldn't seem to settle down into it.
“Is everything okay?” Hermione asked me as she stroked my beard.
“Yeah baby, I am” I answered. I didn't feel like staying there, something was telling me that I wasn't happy to be in the position that I was in with Hermione.
“You do not look bright,” she asked me again.
“I am fine, Hermione. I am!” I snapped, I was shocked by the anger that rose fast in my chest.
She stood up from beside me angrily and walked out of my room. I sighed sadly and began to feel an unexplainable urge to go after her, the more I struggled, it was like my blood was boiling.
I stood up reluctantly and sauntered after he
