"Change your clothes, otherwise how are you going to go out?" Draco's hands didn't stop moving.
Hermione covered her face, squeezing out a voice through her fingers. "W-won't you go to the bathroom to change?"
"What's wrong with letting my wife take a look?"
Hermione was both embarrassed and angry, and stomped her foot. "You're a pervert!"
She abruptly turned around, her back to him.
I don't dare to look at it at all.
Draco chuckled as he watched her tense back. "What are we going to do if you're this shy? Are we going to have to sleep in separate rooms after we get married?"
"Who, who's going to marry you... Besides, I definitely won't be shy then!" Hermione retorted defiantly.
"Really? You won't be shy then?" Draco asked, sounding skeptical.
Hermione was taken aback by his question, her face turning bright red. She stubbornly insisted, "I... I didn't say that! Don't misinterpret me!"
Draco chuckled and stopped teasing her, quickly changing his T-shirt and pants. "I'm all dressed."
"Don't lie to me..." Hermione said warily.
Draco just smiled and didn't say anything; the only sound in the air was the rustling of him adjusting his clothes.
Hermione bit her lip. "If you lie to me, I'll... I'll never talk to you again!"
"Alright, alright, I wouldn't dare lie to our Miss Star," Draco chuckled.
Hermione slowly turned around, carefully peeking through her eyes with her finger.
He was indeed dressed; the blue and white raglan T-shirt made his blond hair even more dazzling.
The chibi version of herself on her chest, wearing Gryffindor red and gold scarf, looks both well-behaved and has a charmingly unexpected quality.
She subtly looked him up and down, inwardly very satisfied, but outwardly she casually remarked, "... barely presentable."
"That's right, look who it is." He handed Hermione her short-sleeved T-shirt. "Your turn... I won't mind taking a second look."
Hermione snatched the clothes away, her face flushing again. "Pervert! Who wants to see this!"
She grabbed her clothes and rushed into the bathroom. Just as she closed the door, she heard Draco mutter to himself outside, "It's transparent glass... looks like I'm in luck today."
Hermione paused for a moment, then peeked out through the crack in the door, only to find that the frosted glass in the bathroom was only slightly transparent; she couldn't see inside at all.
She spat and said, "Go back! Stop lying to people here!"
Draco stopped teasing her, returned to the bedside, and sat down quietly to wait.
Not long after, the bathroom door opened gently.
Hermione came out, her blue and white raglan cropped T-shirt revealing a small section of her slender waist.
A chibi-style Draco's head was obediently pasted on her chest, and her light blue jeans made her legs look straight and long.
Her curly hair hung loosely over her shoulders, and her cheeks still bore the faint blush from changing clothes.
She stood there somewhat awkwardly, her fingers gently tugging at the hem of her dress, waiting for his praise.
Draco's gaze lingered on her for a while, then he nodded to himself, "Not bad, a perfect match for the dashing and debonair Young Master Malfoy."
"Stop patting yourself on the back. You're the one benefiting from my fame." Hermione rolled her eyes, a smirk playing on her lips.
Hermione straightened her clothes and said, "Alright, that request is fulfilled."
What are you babbling about?
Draco looked completely bewildered.
"It's about clearing the dungeon, the first... the bet I made with you, you forgot?"
Hermione's voice immediately lowered, and she slapped her forehead in frustration, "If I'd known you'd forgotten, I wouldn't have mentioned it."
"Oh? You want to renege on your debt?" Draco suddenly remembered.
"I never intended to renege on my promise!" Hermione retorted. "You're the one who forgot!"
"You actually tricked me into picking out clothes, and that's considered fulfilling your request?" Draco said, feigning displeasure.
"Just tell me if it was you who asked for it!" Hermione couldn't help but burst out laughing; she was practically laughing hysterically. "I learned it from you; it's called giving someone a taste of their own medicine."
"That doesn't count!" Draco said deliberately, putting on a stern face.
"How can it not count! I did it anyway!" Hermione said, hands on her hips, completely unconvinced.
Draco took a step closer, his eyes like those of a wolf locking onto its prey, and said in a dangerous tone, "If Miss Star tries to cheat, I won't be so polite."
"What do you want to do?" Hermione took a step back, her heart inexplicably racing.
Draco lunged at her, and Hermione screamed as she jumped onto the bed to escape. The two chased each other across the soft mattress, their laughter and panting mingling together.
Finally, Draco caught her, grabbed both her wrists, and gently pressed her onto the bed.
"So, do you want to decide now whether it counts or not?"
"Whatever!" Hermione decided to just give up.
Draco's cheek slowly drew closer, his warm breath growing ever stronger. Hermione instinctively turned her face away, her heart pounding as if it would explode.
He's not really going to stay here..., is he?
They were just making a scene, how did it suddenly turn into...?
His eyes were so serious; he didn't seem to be joking.
But I don't think I... dislike it.
Her eyelashes trembled slightly as she awaited the touch that was both expected and long-awaited.
Just as their lips were about to touch, Hermione closed her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling slightly.
But the next second, Draco suddenly pulled himself back.
"No way! I can't let you renege on your promise and then expect to give you a reward too."
Hermione opened her eyes abruptly, stunned for a full two seconds, her cheeks instantly turning red from her ears to the roots of her neck.
She was so ashamed and angry that she almost fainted.
She shoved Draco off her, sat up, and glared at him fiercely, her eyes filled with annoyance at being teased, " Draco Malfoy! Did you do this on purpose?!"
"You... you bastard! Just now, just now I thought..." Hermione's voice trailed off, finally almost bursting out through gritted teeth, "I'm never talking to you again!"
She grabbed a pillow and threw it at Draco.
Draco suddenly reached out and pulled Hermione was still bristling with anger, into a tight hug, and the two of them tumbled back onto the soft bed.
He pressed his breath against Hermione's burning earlobe, his breath lightly brushing against her sensitive earlobe. "Now... does it count?"
Hermione froze instantly.
His warm breath brushed against the tip of her ear, sending a tingling sensation that spread from the base of her ear throughout her body, like a gentle electric shock.
Her shoulders trembled slightly uncontrollably, her back instantly straightened, and even her toes curled up involuntarily.
She was held in Draco's arms, pressed against his warm chest, and could clearly feel his steady heartbeat overlapping with her own frantic heartbeat.
This made her feel weak all over, her mind went blank, and she couldn't say a word. She could only slightly open her lips and breathe rapidly. Even the strength to resist had vanished in an instant.