Draco gazed at her and said gently, "It's okay if you forget, I'll help you remember."
Hermione's hand, which was resting on her lap, unconsciously clenched the sofa cushion, and a faint blush rose to her cheeks.
She glanced at Draco, then quickly looked away.
He simply hummed in response, thinking to himself that he always kept these little things in mind, and was much more attentive than he was.
"But if you want to use magic in the Muggle world, I have a way," Draco said, changing the subject.
"You have another idea?" Hermione asked, frowning in confusion.
There's nothing you can do! Your husband is just that capable.
"Who called you husband?" Hermione shoved him.
She then leaned back on the sofa and remarked, "I've realized that there seems to be nothing you can't do."
Draco gently shook his head and said, "Yes."
"What is it?" Hermione asked, immediately curious.
Draco leaned closer to her, his gaze fixed intently on her flushed cheeks, and teased, "I can't make my wife blush so easily."
Hermione's face flushed crimson, and she recoiled abruptly, covering her face in embarrassment and anger. " Draco Malfoy! You did that on purpose!"
As she spoke, she secretly parted her fingers and peeked at him.
Draco chuckled, pulling her hand down and asking, "Do you want it? My method allows you to secretly use magic in the Muggle world without being detected by the Ministry of Magic."
Hermione snapped out of her reverie and said seriously, "It's better not to. It's never good to misuse magic in the Muggle world."
Draco shrugged and sighed with feigned regret, "Well, I was thinking of betting with you, but the plot didn't turn out that way."
"I've noticed that nowadays, young wives take it all for granted that their husbands can do everything for them."
Hermione playfully pinched his arm. "Who's your little wife! And who's taken it for granted? I just think you always like to play little tricks."
She said that, but she had to admit that she had unknowingly gotten used to his thoughtfulness in everything.
The two leaned against each other on the sofa for a while, and Hermione pulled out a book from her otter bag and started reading.
The mansion was quiet at this moment, with only the occasional rustling of the evening breeze through the window curtains.
Although the large Paris mansion was comfortable and elegant, it lacked liveliness, and one could easily get bored after a while.
Draco, seeing Hermione leaning back on the sofa reading a book, chuckled and leaned closer, saying, "Stop reading, it's so boring sitting there all the time. Let me play something more fun with you."
Before Hermione could respond, Draco cast his spell first, pointing at the blank wall in the living room.
A pale golden magical light swept across the wall, instantly transforming it into a transparent, dynamic light screen.
The scenes on the light screen kept changing, first showing the Quidditch Pitch above Hogwarts.
The Bludger past the camera with a whooshing sound, Seeker swooped down, stopped abruptly, and made a sharp turn.
The next second it switched to a Paris Muggle night sky fireworks display, with gold, red, purple and blue fireworks exploding in the light screen.
The final image is set in Beauxbatons ' magical garden, where layers of fragrant roses unfold and lavender ripples in pale purple waves.
Hermione's eyes widened slightly as she watched, a smile unconsciously creeping onto her lips, and she gently set the book aside.
Draco, seeing her unusually relaxed demeanor, smiled even more deeply and waved his hand imperceptibly.
Suddenly, a tiny Golden Snitch, no bigger than a palm, darted out from the edge of the light screen, its wings flapping rapidly and flashing with tiny golden light.
With a "whoosh," it began to hover around Hermione's head, sometimes high, sometimes low, sometimes left, sometimes right, being incredibly mischievous.
Hermione instinctively reached out to grab it, but just as she was about to touch it, the Golden Snitch suddenly veered away, grazing her palm and dangling in front of her as if in provocation.
" Draco Malfoy!" she exclaimed, both amused and annoyed. She immediately stood up from the sofa, tiptoeing to chase after the mischievous little creature, her long hair swaying with the movement. "You did that on purpose!"
Draco leaned back on the sofa armrest, arms crossed, watching with great interest, and not forgetting to add fuel to the fire from the side.
"Oh, you can't catch her? Miss Granger's reaction speed seems a bit off."
No sooner had she finished speaking Golden Snitch suddenly swooped down, circled around Hermione's waist, and then abruptly rose up, stopping beside the chandelier that she couldn't reach, its golden light flashing as if mocking her.
Hermione bit her lip, lunged forward, her fingertips barely brushing against the Golden Snitch's wing, but she still missed, lost her balance, and staggered.
Draco reacted quickly, reaching out to firmly support her waist, the warmth of his palm seeping through the fabric.
He leaned close to Hermione's ear and teased, "So eager to throw yourself into my arms?"
"Who wants to throw themselves at you! It's all your doing!"
Before she could finish speaking, the Golden Snitch circled back in front of her, hovering low in the air as if teasing her.
Hermione, unwilling to give up, broke free from Draco's embrace, leaned forward, and reached out again to grab him.
Draco watched her chase the Golden Snitch around the living room, deliberately manipulating the Golden Snitch so that she could reach it one moment and then it would slip away the next, making sure she couldn't catch it.
Only when Hermione, slightly out of breath, stopped and glared at him did he chuckle and withdraw some of his magic, causing the Golden Snitch to slowly land on her hand.
Hermione clutched the tiny Golden Snitch, her cheeks flushed from exercise, her almond-shaped eyes glaring at Draco, her tone feigning fierceness. "If you tease me like that again, you'll be sorry."
Draco slowly approached, stretched out his long arm, and gently encircled her in the corner of the sofa, leaving her half-encircled in his arms with nowhere to retreat.
"Then I'd like to see how you're going to make me look bad?"
He gently stroked her flushed cheek, reminding her, "I remember perfectly well, you still owe me one request: you have to wear the clothes I specified, haven't you forgotten?"
Hermione's heart skipped a beat, and the Golden Snitch in her hand trembled slightly with a "hum." Just as she was about to make an excuse to decline, Draco snapped his fingers.
A Japanese-style schoolgirl-inspired onesie bikini appeared in front of the two of them, floating in mid-air.
The dress features a light white base, a cute little square neckline, and a simple white bow embellishment on the chest.
The sides feature delicate straps that are not revealing, creating an overall fresh and youthful design.
Hermione's pupils contracted, and her face flushed red.
She recoiled abruptly, immediately covering herself with her hands, shaking her head vigorously, and said resolutely yet shamefully:
"No! Absolutely not! Draco Malfoy, you dare try taking that out again!"
Her eyes were full of resistance, and she shrank deeper into the sofa, wishing she could bury herself in the cushions.
Seeing her embarrassed expression, Draco stopped thinking about it, waved his wand, and the bikini instantly turned into specks of light and disappeared.
Okay, okay, I won't tease you anymore.
Draco gently conceded.