Chapter 42. She's a Witch

Hermione

"L-Love?" I stuttered, my palms becoming clammy with sweat as I tried to think of a plausible response to give. "No, Hugo, I don't love him." I debunked the idea and chuckled nervously.

Then he caught my chin with his thumb and tilted my face till I was staring at him.

"I'll ask you again, Hermione. Do you love him?" His voice was more demanding this time, reminding me of the strict interrogation sessions I used to have with my father when I used my powers the way I liked even though I was wrong most of the time, like making something disappear even when the owner was using it or playing pranks with the other werewolves.

Speaking of powers, I wish I still had them so I would vanish from his sight without replying to his question. And surprisingly, what I wished for happened.

In a twinkling of an eye, I found myself in my room which was brightly illuminated, with Tania rummaging through the wardrobe. A sne