POV Hermione Jean Granger
Momo gently washed the tired and sleepy girl, and Hermione was grateful for her help because she honestly realized that she wasn't capable of doing anything like that right now: She wasn't capable of that now; she could take a shower before this wonderful bath, but not after entering this room... although considering the size of the living room, and the fact that the bathtub itself could easily hold ten people, it couldn't be called a room, it was more like a bathhouse, especially since there were four other bathtubs a little further away, smaller and in a different style. As the Zashikiwarashi explained, — The lord had something on his mind, and he decided to have different types of baths, like one where the strength of the bubbles rising from the bottom and walls of the bath could be regulated, or one where the temperature never changed, remaining at room temperature.
Anyway, what kind of nonsense is this? We already have a normal bathtub, and it's even bigger than necessary, so no... — and so on and so forth. Momo turned out to be a cheerful and talkative girl, and for the exhausted witch, such a neighborhood only brought back the warmth of spirit, it seemed, that had been washed away by the terrible captivity and the kidnappers' promise to perform some horrible ritual over her.
The girl shuddered with frost on her skin at a memory of the physiognomy of the kidnappers and their friends, but moderately hot water, caring, skilled hands of the assistant, immediately dispelled bad thoughts and memories. When the last traces of foam had been washed off the witch, Hermione was about to leave, although she didn't want to, but Momo stopped her, telling her that she should take care of her skin from an early age, and then began to rub the Gryffindor's skin with some of her own personal lotions.
The scent of herbs and flowers made her dizzy and her body languid, and a silly, contented smile of a fed cat crept onto her face. An illogical thought crept into the girl's mind: "Maybe it's not so bad? Maybe this terrible ordeal was worth it just to be in this wonderful place?" but it didn't linger long, washed away by the balm with the soft scent of morning forest freshness that Momo had coated her hair with.
And skillful actions of dexterous fingers with the scalp almost led to an unplanned orgasm — about this side of life the doctor's daughter knew everything and in detail, but she would never have thought that she would experience it in the bathroom, and even from a skillful, but still a head massage ...
She was dressed in a simple white robe down to her mid-thighs, and another robe, heavier and warmer than the first, was thrown over it. Hermione didn't protest and obediently went where Momo led her. Despite the weakness and lazy exhaustion, the girl's mind did not go anywhere and she returned with interest to the familiar hall where only she was waiting.
The girl approached the group of people waiting for her return, and she was not ashamed of the fact that she had been delayed longer than planned, she was just happy and there was no need to worry.
— Ready? — Sora asked rhetorically, casting a quick but attentive glance at her, noticing how the tired tension vanished from the slender figure, smiling slightly, but in a friendly way that also showed his fatigue. The boy rubbed his face with his palms. — So, the ritual really only requires you to be in the circle — it's diagnostic, but much deeper than even those used in Britain. Appreciate it! — Sora grinned broadly, and Hermione couldn't help but smile back, noticing that the guy himself had relaxed considerably, even stopped getting angry, after talking to his family in a calm environment.
— It might take two or three hours, though, and you are forbidden to sleep, so hang in there. — The young witch nodded in understanding. — Any questions? No? Strange. — The boy shrugged. — Then come into the circle and lie down, the sooner we start the sooner we finish. — Hermione didn't feel like lying on the floor, not now, not after the procedures she'd been through.
Noticing the signs of displeasure on his ward's face, the boy grinned again, mischievously, and then simply took her hand, gently but insistently, led her to the circle, and carefully removed her top robe. Although the witch was shy, she did not resist, for there was no lust in the boy's eyes, only care and concentration.
Throwing the robe into the hands of the dexterous Momo, the guy suddenly, to the amazement of all present, somehow quickly picked up the young witch in his arms and ... lifted her into the air. The girl did not even immediately realize what was happening, and then began to feel the space beneath her, but her hands found no support. Nevertheless, in some unimaginable way, she really was floating in the air, as if on a moderately soft and elastic mattress. As soon as she relaxed her hands, they found this strange, invisible support.
All the while, the guy was standing nearby, openly amused by the girl's reaction, but somehow not at all offended, but that didn't stop him from embarrassing the girl with his open emotions and behavior. With another smile and a reassuring squeeze of the palm of his hand, the guy stepped out of the circle. The girl could not see Sora's face as he moved away from her, so she could not appreciate the serious, even somewhat frowning look of the owner of the house, who with a single gesture activated the most complex ritual complex for diagnosing the body, soul and essence of a living intelligent being.
The air around the ritual circle shook, went in waves, became transparent and fluctuated, so the girl couldn't see any faces anymore, so she couldn't judge the reaction of those present to Sora's sudden change.