Hermione looked up abruptly, her gaze returning to the mirror, her pupils contracting slightly. "Could it be... inside the Magic Mirror?"
Draco nodded slowly, showing no surprise whatsoever.
" Merlin's beard..." Hermione exclaimed softly, involuntarily taking a half-step back, filled with admiration.
"As expected of Professor Dumbledore, only he could come up with such a method... No wonder he said before that those with impure intentions can never obtain it; now I understand what he meant..."
Draco looked at her. "Our Miss Granger has a pure and innocent heart. Just stand in front of the mirror and think of the Philosopher's Stone, and it will appear in your pocket."
Hermione immediately shook her head, somewhat uneasy. "No, thank you."
"First of all, we don't even need the Philosopher's Stone, and even if we did take it out... how would we put it back? We don't know the restoration spell at all."
Draco said mysteriously, "What if I told you I had a way to put it back?"
Hermione was stunned, and her heart was filled with turmoil.
There's a way to put it back? Then his magical skill must be approaching... Dumbledore's level?
Before she could think it through, Draco said in a tempting tone, "So... how about we make a bet?"
Hermione's lips twitched slightly, then she fell into a dilemma.
She simply couldn't believe that Draco could just take out the Philosopher's Stone and put it back exactly as it was; that was too outrageous.
On the other hand, she really didn't dare to gamble.
This guy has never lost a bet with her; he always gets it right, and every time he makes her willingly fall for him.
Looking at Draco's confident face, she felt a pang of panic, wanting to shake her head and refuse...
"It seems our Miss Hermione is questioning my abilities again..."
These words struck a nerve with Hermione's strong-willed nature. She immediately raised her head, her eyes filled with a stubborn refusal to admit defeat, and bit her lip as she spoke:
"I'm not questioning you, I absolutely do not believe you can break Professor Dumbledore's spell and put the Philosopher's Stone back just like him!"
Draco's smile deepened, like a gentle trap, as he softly pressed, "So—to bet or not?"
Hermione seemed to have made a desperate, all-or-nothing decision, and said decisively, "I'll bet! You name your terms!"
Draco leaned slightly closer to her ear, lowered his voice, and said with a hint of ambiguity, "You lost, so you have to wear the clothes I prepared for you, how about that?"
The thought of Draco preparing embarrassing clothes for her... Hermione's mind went blank.
Just imagining herself wearing it made her cheeks flush bright red.
Draco shrugged innocently. "I didn't even say what kind of clothes they were!"
Hermione's cheeks burned, her hands gripped her wand tightly, and she glared at him, both embarrassed and annoyed.
"You pervert, I knew you'd make me wear... wear those embarrassing, weird clothes!"
She spoke softer and softer, her mind uncontrollably filled with images of overly cute and overly form-fitting styles, making her wish she could disappear into the ground just thinking about them.
Draco chuckled at her flustered and blushing appearance, took two steps forward, and stood up to her, looking down at her.
"Oh? Miss Granger, so these are the kinds of things you usually think about?"
"I didn't!" Hermione suddenly looked up, angrily retorting, but because they were so close, her gaze darted away in a flustered manner, unable to meet his eyes. "It's you... it's you who always has ulterior motives when you make bets!"
" Miss Granger," Draco sighed, slowly approaching, "You... how badly do you think I am?"
The Mirror of Erised stood quietly to the side, reflecting the two figures standing very close together, one blushing and her heart pounding, the other beaming with a triumphant smile.
"I haven't even said what kind of clothes they are, and this little idiot has already filled in the blanks in her head?"
Hermione was forced to the point where her back was pressed against the cold frame of the magic mirror, with nowhere to retreat:
"Stop pretending! You pervert..."
"I know even without you saying it, it's definitely one of those... those super short, super tight clothes that are so embarrassing you wouldn't dare let anyone see them!"
"Either it's a weird or strange style... I don't want to wear it!"
She spoke more and more urgently.
Draco finally couldn't help but laugh out loud, tugging a finger through her curly hair. "Oh? That gives me a new idea."
Hermione became even more agitated upon hearing this, and gently pushed his chest with her hand, but he easily grabbed her wrist.
" Draco Malfoy!" she cried, her voice rising slightly with a mixture of anxiety and embarrassment. "You—you actually remembered that! You're such a scoundrel!"
She tried desperately to shrink back, but behind her was the hard, cold Mirror of Erised, leaving her nowhere to retreat.
She could only be trapped between the mirror and Draco's embrace, and she could even smell Draco's scent with her own breath.
"Me, a scoundrel?" Draco leaned closer. "You're clearly a lady who's thinking up some strange things."
"I didn't!" Hermione bit her lip hard, covering her burning face.
He reached out and gently pried her hands off her face, teasing her on purpose:
"Now you know what the bet is? Do you still dare to bet?"
Hermione bit her lip, feeling both ashamed and angry, but her competitive spirit was fiercely aroused.
"I... I... I'll still bet! I refuse to believe you can really do it!"
"But... but you can't go back on your word! You can't... you can't force me to wear this out!"
Draco smiled contentedly and gently pinched her flushed cheek, "Don't worry, you'll only wear it for me."
One sentence sent Hermione's embarrassment soaring to its peak.
Hermione retorted, forcing a smile, "Then if you lose, you'll have to wear the clothes I prepared for you!"
Draco asked, "Is it also only for you to see?"
Hermione choked instantly.
Draco, seeing her completely speechless, added:
"So it seems... our Miss Granger is quite the flirt after all?"
"I'm not!"
Hermione punched him lightly, but her eyes darted around, not daring to look at him. "You, you're talking nonsense! I was just... just trying to be fair!"
"Oh, so it's for the sake of fairness." Draco deliberately dragged out his words.
Hermione's cheeks tightened. "If you keep doing this, I'm not gambling anymore!"
"Alright, alright, I'll stop teasing you." Draco stopped teasing her. "Then, Miss Granger, please."
Hermione gently pushed him away and stood in front of the Mirror of Erised with her back to him.
But the mirror was too big, reflecting her entire body clearly, even her nervous pursed lips and blushing face couldn't be hidden.
She bit her lip and whispered, "Turn around."
Draco paused, then asked, "Why?"
"For no reason!" she said, forcing herself to maintain her composure.
Draco obediently turned around. "Okay, okay, I'll turn around... Our Miss Granger is shy."