Hermione instantly bristled, her little fist slamming into Draco's chest with a light but forceful punch, full of anger.
"You're the stupid one! You're the one who's lost your mind because of love! It's all because of those weird things you said that I lost my train of thought!"
He then grabbed Draco's collar and shook him, saying angrily, "Explain yourself! Otherwise, I'll not only beat you up, but I'll also completely forget your birthday and not even send you a single birthday greeting!"
Draco reached out and pressed down on her small fist that was pounding her chest, smiling helplessly:
"Silly, of course it's inherited from your parents' talents."
"Didn't you see it in the Trophy Room?"
"It has James Potter's name engraved on it, that's Harry's father, the top player at Hogwarts back in the day, Quidditch talent was ingrained in his bones, how could Harry be any worse?"
Hermione's brows slowly relaxed, and the annoyance in her eyes vanished completely, leaving only a sense of sudden realization.
She muttered softly, "So that's how it is!"
As she spoke, her cheeks flushed slightly again. She turned her head away from Draco, stubbornly adding:
"He's not exactly stupid, is he? Who knew James Potter was Harry's father? Who could connect these two things so easily..."
Draco pinched her softened cheek, raised an eyebrow and smiled, "Yes, if you were really stupid, I wouldn't have fallen for you; it would affect our offspring's genes."
Hermione blushed, her anger, which had just subsided, resurfaced, and she slapped Draco's hand away, retorting:
"Who wants to have offspring with you! What's with the vanity? I'm the only one who's reluctantly interested in you."
" Draco Malfoy, what kind of nonsense are you thinking about!"
She turned her face away, then glared at Draco, and scolded, "But Draco Malfoy, what kind of nonsense are you thinking about!"
Draco glanced at the time and chuckled, "Enough talk, enough talk, an hour's already gone by without me realizing it. Let's catch up on some sleep, we have Defence Against Dark Magic this afternoon."
Hermione leaned closer and winked mischievously. "What are you afraid of? Didn't you bring a stimulant? One sip and all your sleepiness will be gone."
After a moment's thought, Hermione deliberately dragged out her question, "Could it be... that you've run out of your precious potion?"
Draco shrugged and said, "I have plenty of stimulants. They really do make me feel awake, without any side effects."
"But I can't give it to you. You're constantly studying, and relying on medication to keep going is just deceiving your mind; the physical strain is real. I can't let our descendants suffer."
Hermione immediately clutched her forehead upon hearing this, leaning back with a headache and muttering irritably:
" Draco Malfoy is hopeless, truly hopeless. He can't stop talking about those nonsensical ideas. I'm going to drive you crazy sooner or later."
Draco shrugged, leaned back on the sofa, and patted his shoulder.
"That's easy, just come closer and sleep for a while, and I won't say anything more."
Hermione rolled her eyes at him, hesitated for two seconds, then awkwardly leaned against his shoulder and replied, "Okay, okay, I'll sleep, I'm scared of you."
Hermione couldn't resist Draco, and she was indeed a bit sleepy, thinking to herself, "So what if someone sees me? It's better than not being able to concentrate in class this afternoon."
With that thought in mind, Hermione stopped feeling awkward and leaned against Draco's shoulder.
The sofa wasn't spacious, and the two were very close together. Her faint fragrance mingled with the smell of ink from the book pages, lingering around their noses.
Soon, even breathing could be heard softly.
Draco glanced at her as her furrowed brows gradually relaxed, brushed the stray hairs from her forehead with his fingers, and, accompanied by this peaceful breath, slowly closed his eyes.
Several tens of minutes passed in a flash. Hermione seemed to have a natural biological clock, waking up before others had even gotten up for class.
She gently lifted her head from Draco's shoulder, her movements so light she was afraid of disturbing him.
Hermione's gaze fell on Draco's face; his usually roguish smile was now completely relaxed.
It appears less flamboyant and more docile.
Hermione's heart skipped a beat for no apparent reason, and a thought quietly popped into her mind: It seems... it's not a bad deal after all.
My own clever son, coupled with his face, what if what he says really comes true...?
Ptooey! Ptooey! Ptooey!
Hermione shook her head abruptly, a faint blush rising to her cheeks, inwardly blaming herself.
Granger, what nonsense are you thinking!
Hermione quickly banished those random thoughts, stretched out her index finger, and gently poked Draco's cheek.
" Draco, wake up, it's time for class."
Draco slowly woke up and asked, "Is it time?"
"Okay!" Hermione replied softly, "It's almost time for class, wake up, I'll put the sofa back in its place."
By the time Draco was fully awake, Hermione had already tidied up the sofa.
She even smoothed out the wrinkles in her own school uniform. Hermione reached out and tugged at his sleeve. "Let's go, Olivia and the others will be down by now."
Draco stood up and stretched, feeling a cool, damp sensation on his shoulder. He frowned slightly. "Wait, something feels off."
"Something's not right?" Hermione paused.
"My shoulder is wet, like something's stuck to it," Draco said, turning to look.
Hermione pressed her hand down on his head as soon as he turned his neck halfway around. Her palm was slightly cool, and although the pressure wasn't heavy, it was firm.
"It's nothing, it's just that I accidentally got a little water stain on the sofa while tidying it up."
Hermione explained rapidly, her other hand already pulling out a handkerchief. While she was holding Draco's head down, she quickly wiped his shoulder a few times.
The cotton feel of the handkerchief brushed against the school robe, and the dampness gradually disappeared.
Draco brushed her hand away, looked at her flushed cheeks, and suddenly realized what she meant, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "Water stains? Impossible."
Hermione's eyes darted away as she walked towards the door. "That's how it is. Let's go."
"So it was Miss Granger drooling in her sleep?" Draco quickly caught up and deliberately whispered in her ear.
"Tell me, what sweet dream were you having just now? You were drooling! Were you dreaming about my 'young and handsome boyfriend'?"
Hermione's flushed face turned bright red, extending all the way to her ears.
She stopped abruptly, clenched her fists, and glared at Draco. "What nonsense are you spouting! Who drooled! It was clearly your own shoulder that had something on it, and you're blaming it on me!"
Hermione's ears were still burning. Her voice was urgent and shy, but she tried to suppress it, afraid that a passing classmate would hear it.
Seeing her flustered yet hesitant expression, Draco deliberately tilted his head to tease her, "Really not?"
Hermione's cheeks flushed even more, her clenched fists tightened, her cheeks puffed out slightly, and she said fiercely:
"If you keep talking nonsense, next time... next time I won't take a nap with you!"