Upon reaching the room door, the two quietly said goodnight to each other.
Goodnight, Draco.
Goodnight, Hermione.
Hermione had just turned around and grasped the doorknob when her wrist was suddenly and gently pulled back.
Hermione felt a warm touch on her lips.
Her eyes widened instantly.
She saw other tenants walking by across the street, and her heart pounded as if it were about to explode, her cheeks burning hot.
How dare he... he's here... with so many people...?
Draco released her with satisfaction.
"You've pulled another surprise attack..." Hermione, both embarrassed and exasperated.
"Because it seems like there hasn't been a single day today... so I'm making up for it," Draco explained.
Hermione was about to say something when she happened to see several guests in the hallway stop and look at them with expressions of amusement.
A wave of shame washed over her, and she couldn't stay there any longer. She frantically swiped her room card.
With a loud bang, he slammed the door shut, effectively separating himself from Draco on either side.
Then she threw herself onto the soft bed, buried her face in the pillow, her cheeks flushed.
Oh no, oh no, oh no, they all saw it... They must have all seen that Draco kissed her just now.
Draco, really, of all people, he chose to do it in the hallway, with people coming and going, without even trying to be discreet.
Just as her heart was pounding under the covers, a gentle voice drifted into the room from outside:
Goodnight, Granger.
Hermione heard it all clearly, her heart skipped a beat again, and she buried her face even deeper.
The footsteps outside the door gradually faded away; Draco had already returned to his room.
Hermione remained buried under the covers, her cheeks burning hot and unable to cool down, her heart pounding like a frantic little bird, unable to find any peace.
After what seemed like an eternity, she finally lifted the covers, revealing a pair of timid eyes.
She took a deep breath and pulled out the only photo of the two of them taken that day under the Eiffel Tower from her bag.
He carefully traced the edge of the photo with his fingers, looking at himself and Draco standing side by side in the picture, and couldn't help but smile foolishly at the photo.
I couldn't help but sigh in my heart:
Why did I only take so few photos today? There were so many beautiful scenes; I could have taken more.
Holding the photo, she became more and more moved and engrossed in it, forgetting all about the mountain of schoolwork.
At this moment, Hermione's mind was completely absorbed in romance, her head filled with Draco's smile, his coquettishness, his unintentional protection, and his unexpected kiss.
The more she looked at this guy, the more she liked him; the more she thought about him, the more her heart fluttered; she even felt genuinely fortunate—fortunate that after all the twists and turns, she was the one who finally held his hand.
But the next second, Hermione snapped back to reality.
She patted her burning cheeks and mentally warned herself: No, Granger! You're the one who should be in charge, how can you keep letting Draco lead you by the nose?
We can't let ourselves fall into this trap anymore. Next time, we must stay calm and not let him manipulate us so easily!
She gently pressed the photo to her chest, but the unruly smile on her lips betrayed her resolute determination to say one thing and mean another.
Meanwhile, Draco was already leisurely lying on his large bed in his room, stretching out with a long yawn.
Then, humming a tuneless little tune, he casually tugged at his collar, picked up his pajamas, and headed to the bathroom. His mind was completely devoid of complex emotions, filled only with simple and straightforward joy.
Once inside the bathroom, he ruffled his blond hair in front of the mirror, then smugly touched his cheek, singing, "I love taking baths, my skin feels so good!"
The next morning, Hermione slept until nine o'clock, which was unusual for her.
She stretched, rubbed her eyes, and her face still had a rosy glow from just waking up.
At that moment, the light blue nightgown she was wearing seemed to wrap the entire night sky around her.
The soft sky-blue background is adorned with white and light gray stars of varying sizes.
The neckline and cuffs are trimmed with delicate white lace, and a thin ribbon of the same color is tied in the center of the small square collar.
The ribbon was gently tied into a bow, and the loose lantern sleeves hung down her sides, highlighting her girlish languidness and dreaminess.
She fumbled in her bag and took out Two-Way Mirror, calling out to Draco. Draco's image quickly appeared in the mirror.
He was clearly almost done getting ready, and when he saw Hermione, he smiled slightly, "Awake? Granger, you're dressed... like you've been taken from the Astronomy Tower."
Hermione glanced down at her star-studded nightgown. "Stop joking, Draco. Have you ordered breakfast yet?"
"It's all booked already, just waiting for my Miss Star to wake up. Five more minutes won't hurt, I'm not in a rush."
Draco leaned against the window of his room.
Hermione tucked a stray curl of hair behind her ear and said, "Who's your Miss Star... I'll get up now."
But when she looked at the star pattern on her body in the mirror, a smile crept onto her lips.
Smiling, she seemed to remember something, went to Draco's door, and knocked. "Open the door, Draco."
The door clicked open, Draco leaned against the doorframe, asking teasingly, "What, you're already so eager to see me after just one night?"
"Who's in a hurry? I just... I just have something important to discuss with you." Hermione blushed and denied it outright.
As she spoke, she quietly recalled her dream from the previous night.
In my dream...
"Hurry up and get ready, come to my room." Hermione shook her head, trying to shake off the embarrassing image on her face, avoiding his gaze, and turned to go back to her room.
Draco was a little confused, but he grabbed his coat and personal belongings, closed the door, and followed.
As soon as he entered Hermione's room, he couldn't help but ask, "What's all this secret?"
Hermione took several neatly folded matching outfits from her otter bag, placed them on the bed, and looked at him. "It's your turn to pick out your outfit today."
Draco's gaze fell on the several sets of matching outfits, each with a different style, then he looked at her, a mischievous smile playing on his lips.
"Should I choose? If I don't choose well, will my Miss Star nag me all day?"
Hermione crossed her arms and snorted:
"Who told you to be so domineering at home yesterday? Consider it punishment, you get to choose today."
Draco's gaze swept over the several sets of clothes on the bed, finally settling on the blue and white raglan couple's T-shirts. He then pointed to the chibi version of himself on Hermione's cropped top.
"This one will do."
"That way, everyone will be able to tell at a glance that I'm yours." Draco grinned mischievously at her.
"Who wants you to be mine... Stop flattering yourself."
At this moment, Draco began to unbutton his pajamas.
Hermione's eyes widened instantly, and she hurriedly covered her face with her hands, her voice trembling. "Y-you! What are you doing?!"