Before she knew it, it was the weekend. Hermione had planned her full-fledged Muggle date for the next two days, determined to throw Draco into the fresh and exciting everyday life.
Before setting off, Draco studied the Muggle T-shirt and jeans Hermione handed him for a long time, and finally awkwardly put them on under Hermione's guidance.
Having shed his wizard's robes and elaborate formal attire, he lost some of his aristocratic arrogance and gained a refreshing and handsome youthful charm.
He was exceptionally radiant in the sunlight, which made Hermione blush.
First stop, the Muggle subway.
Standing on the crowded subway platform, Draco was ramrod straight, gripping Hermione's hand tightly, like a wary yet curious little lion.
A subway train roared past, whipping up a gust of wind. He shielded Hermione behind him and whispered, "This thing is scarier than a flying broomstick."
Hermione couldn't help but laugh out loud, pulled him into the car, and taught him to hold onto the handrail.
The carriage was bustling with people. Draco practically held Hermione in his arms, whispering a complaint in her ear, " Muggle transportation is so noisy, Apparition is much better."
Hermione looked up at him. "But this way I can get really close to you."
With just a few words, Draco was overjoyed. He stopped complaining and simply protected her even more tightly.
Second stop, Muggle movie theater.
In the dimly lit screening room, Draco remained highly curious throughout the entire performance.
The screen flickered with light and shadow.
He was sometimes amazed that Muggle could create such a scene without magic, and sometimes he would secretly turn his head to stare at Hermione was watching the movie intently beside him.
Seeing the tense scene, Hermione instinctively gripped his hand tightly, Draco reciprocated, making his heart race even faster than the movie itself.
As the lights came on to signal the end of the show, people around him stood up. Draco was still standing there, Hermione nudged him with a smile, "What's wrong? Scared by Muggle movie?"
He coughed lightly, feigning composure. "It's just... a bit novel."
He secretly remembered the feeling of being close to Hermione in the dark.
In the evening, Hermione took him to a cozy Muggle café to meet her childhood friend.
The moment her friend saw Draco, her eyes lit up, and she leaned close to Hermione's ear, whispering excitedly:
"My God! Hermione! Your boyfriend is so handsome! His looks are unbelievable! Where did you find such a treasure?!"
Hermione blushed bright red from the teasing and secretly pinched her friend.
During the meal, their friends would occasionally tease the two of them.
One minute she'd ask how they met, the next she'd laugh and say how incredibly handsome he was, and then she'd praise Draco for being gentle and considerate, completely unlike his aloof appearance.
Draco, who was being excessively flattered, couldn't suppress the upward curve of his lips the entire time, and even gentlemanly handed Hermione dessert and wiped her mouth.
Her every move revealed her favoritism, making her friends smile like doting aunts, and they were incredibly envious of Hermione for finding such a handsome and doting boyfriend.
As dusk fell, the two reluctantly said goodbye, Draco escorted Hermione back to her doorstep.
Fearing being seen by the Mr. and Mrs. Granger inside, the two did not go inside immediately, but instead stood quietly by the small balcony downstairs.
The night was gentle, and the stars twinkled.
Draco suddenly released Hermione's hand, picked up his wand, and gently waved it.
In an instant, silent yet dazzling magical fireworks exploded in the night sky.
There are gold ones, silver ones, and light pink ones; they come in all shapes and sizes, some like hearts, some like the abbreviation of H+D, and some like tiny flying birds.
The quiet night sky was instantly illuminated.
Hermione looked up at the fireworks filling the sky, her heart pounding so hard it felt like it would burst out of her chest.
Draco walked up behind her and gently wrapped his arms around her waist.
As the fireworks slowly faded overhead, he gently turned her around, making her look into his eyes, and said firmly, " Hermione, I love you."
"It's not a passing fancy, it's a love I'm committed to for life."
"Me too."
Finally, Draco's kiss landed on Hermione's soft lips.
Besides Hermione taking Draco to immerse himself in the everyday life of the Muggle world, Draco also invited Hermione to the Malfoy Manor almost every day.
Malfoy Manor in summer is as beautiful as a still oil painting.
A vast, meticulously maintained garden unfolds along the fountain, with roses, wisteria, moonflowers, and other rare and magical flowers layered upon each other.
Draco took Hermione's hand and they walked slowly along the path paved with white pebbles.
Sunlight filters through the leaves and falls on her hair. He would stop every now and then to brush away the petals that had fallen on her shoulders.
"Do you like it?" Draco asked softly. "From now on, you'll be the mistress of the house."
Hermione smiled and nodded, but her gaze had already drifted to the towering family library tower deep within the manor.
That was the place she truly longed for.
Draco saw right through her thoughts, chuckled, and led her straight to the library.
The moment the heavy oak door was pushed open, Hermione held her breath.
This is no mere library; it's a book paradise for the Wizarding World.
Rows of floor-to-ceiling bookshelves stretch from the ground to the dome.
Ancient parchment scrolls, gilded-covered books, lost magical manuscripts, rare Potions documents, ancient rune studies, and precious records of the intersection of Muggle and magic... everything you could want.
Some of these books date back hundreds of years, and even the Hogwarts Library might not be able to find many of them.
Hermione's eyes lit up at the sight of the books, and she practically pounced on them.
Her fingers brushed over the covers of the books, her movements as gentle as if she were touching fragile treasures.
She was so happy she felt like she could fly.
"My God... Draco, is this the first original manuscript of ' The Complete Guide to Ancient Runes '? Hogwarts only has incomplete copies!"
"I've only seen this book, ' Defense Against the Dark Arts and Soul Research,' in the table of contents!"
"And this... the lost art of advanced Nonverbal Spell, the principles of Transfiguration, and a study of rare Potions ingredients..."
She flipped through the books one after another, becoming more and more excited as she read, her cheeks flushing slightly with excitement.
His speech was as fast as a machine gun.
Her usual calm and rational academic demeanor completely vanished, leaving only the joyful excitement of a little girl seeing her beloved books.
She crouched in front of the bookshelf, clutching an ancient book, reluctant to put it down, then looked at Draco incredulously. "You know what? These books... I've been dreaming of reading them all."
Draco leaned against the bookshelf, arms crossed, quietly watching her Winky, a smile he couldn't suppress playing on his lips.
"I'm glad you like it." Draco walked over and ruffled her hair.
"The entire Malfoy Library is now permanently open to you. You can read for as long as you want, borrow whichever book you want, without registration or application. I can even take you into my father's private, forbidden bookshelf."
Hermione looked up in shock. "R-really? That's your family's secret library..."
"It's a secret to others, but not to you," Draco said. " Hermione, everything that belongs to the Malfoy family will be ours from now on."
As he spoke, he lightly tapped his wand, and several stacks of the rarest and most suitable books for her to study in advance floated over automatically.
The books were neatly arranged on the small desk next to it, and even a soft cushion, hot tea, and a magic lamp with soft light were thoughtfully provided.
"You read here, I'll keep you company." Draco sat down beside her and opened the thickest book for her.
Hermione looked at the ancient book, her heart filled with warmth.
She possesses the most captivating books in the world, and the most doting boy in the world.
Hermione buried herself in the books, occasionally glancing up at Draco, who was quietly keeping her company, and a smile would involuntarily creep onto her lips.