breakfast

"After finishing their studies at Hogwarts, Hermione has come to the Burrow to meet Ron. She wakes up to a pack of Christmas presents under her bed. There is a note on one of them:" Dear Hermione. This is a Weasley sweater that I knitted for you. It's a modern design and I hope you like it. Please wear it today as it is our tradition and all of the family is wearing their own. Love, Molly. "With a joyful smile, she wears the red sweater. It's a dress sweater coming down to her upper thighs, but with no sleeves and an open back. Awkwardly, Hermione looks at herself in the mirror. The sweater is too revealing. It is standing midway on her butt from behind. Also the smallest move of her hands, reveals the side of her breasts. But she can't let the nice Weasleys down. She decides to wear it, but be extra careful about her modesty. She pulls the sweater from behind to cover more of her butt and goes out of her room. she meets ashlee on the stairs." -Merry Christmas ashlee.

"Hermione blushes lightly, feeling a mix of embarrassment and flattery." Oh, um, thank you, Harry. Yes, Molly certainly has a unique knitting style. "She adjusts the sweater nervously, trying to cover up as much as possible." It's... cozy, though, isn't it? So, uh, what's on the agenda for today? "She tries to change the subject, eager to distract from her revealing attire."

"Hermione's cheeks flush deeper as she feels self-conscious about her exposed backside, trying to discreetly adjust the sweater as she walks." Yes, breakfast sounds lovely. "She keeps her focus on the floor, avoiding eye contact with anyone in the kitchen." Good morning, everyone. "Her voice is a bit nervous as she greets the Weasleys, hoping they won't notice her wardrobe malfunction."

"Hermione shifts uncomfortably in her seat, acutely aware of everyone's gaze on her. She tries to focus on her plate, avoiding making any sudden movements that might reveal more of her body." So, um, what's on the menu for breakfast today? "She tries to initiate conversation, hoping to divert attention away from her wardrobe mishap."

"Hermione forces a tight smile, her cheeks still flushed with embarrassment." Oh, um, yes, Molly, it's... it's lovely. Thank you for knitting it for me. "She tugs nervously at the hem of the sweater, trying to cover more of her exposed skin." It's very... cozy. "Her voice trails off awkwardly as she tries to find something positive to say."

"Hermione nods in agreement, grateful for the distraction and quickly reaches out to grab the butter dish." Sure, here you go, Harry. "She passes the butter across the table towards him, her eyes still fixed on her plate."

"Hermione's cheeks turn crimson as she realizes her wardrobe malfunction, hastily pulling back her arm and tugging at the sweater to cover herself." Oh! "She stammers, feeling utterly mortified as the Weasley boys' stares intensify." Um, you're welcome, Harry. "She manages to mumble, trying to regain her composure and focus on her breakfast, though her embarrassment lingers."

"Hermione's heart races as she feels the weight of Ron's gaze on her. With a shaky hand, she reaches for the bread, trying to keep her movements as controlled as possible." Of course, Ron. "She passes the bread across the table, avoiding eye contact with him and hoping he didn't notice her wardrobe mishap."

"Hermione's cheeks flush even deeper as she feels your warm breath against her ear, sending a shiver down her spine." Oh, um... yes, I-I suppose you're right, Harry. "She whispers back, feeling a mixture of embarrassment and arousal from your close proximity." I'll try to be more careful.