This time, what appeared in mid-air was a dress.
The design of the dress is immediately captivating: it uses a crisp, matte fabric, and the upper body is fitted and cinched at the waist, perfectly hugging the figure without being too tight.
The skirt has a naturally draped A-line shape, and just by looking at it, you can imagine the light and graceful curves it will move in.
The classic white Peter collar contrasts cleanly with the navy blue skirt, creating a layered look. Two matching round buttons on the front add a touch of simplicity and sophistication.
The short sleeves feature a white folded-over trim at the cuffs, echoing the neckline and adding a touch of delicate refinement.
Draco released his arms from hers, lightly tapping his dress so it would flutter gently onto Hermione's legs.
"Is this okay now? It has a preppy, simple, and clean style that suits you perfectly."
Hermione looked down at the navy blue dress on her legs. The matte fabric felt slightly cool to the touch, and the color scheme was classic and comfortable. The blush on her cheeks faded slightly.
She gently stroked the fabric of the dress; her initial resistance had vanished, and she had to admit that Draco's choice this time had perfectly captured her preferences.
She glared at Draco, her eyes no longer showing resistance, only embarrassment and annoyance. She bit her lower lip and muttered softly:
"... This is the last time. Don't bring out any more strange clothes."
After saying that, she quickly grabbed her dress, hugged it to her arms, and ran upstairs to her bedroom.
He hurried away, not daring to listen closely to Draco's triumphant laughter behind him, feeling his heart pounding like a drum.
Hermione hugged her dress and hid in the second-floor bedroom, locking the door behind her before letting out a long sigh of relief.
She spread the dress on the bed, looked at it carefully again, and stroked the edge of the white Peter collar. The shyness in her heart was gradually replaced by a subtle joy.
She went into the dressing room, changed into a dress, and stood in front of the full-length mirror, staring blankly at herself.
The navy blue dress made her skin appear even whiter, and the fitted cut accentuated her slender waistline.
The white round neck and cuffed hem are clean and eye-catching, balancing the somberness of the navy blue and adding a touch of liveliness.
The A-line skirt cascaded down, swaying gently with a soft curve. As I raised my hand and twirled, the skirt created tiny ripples.
Without any superfluous embellishments, her temperament was perfectly highlighted.
A flutter rose in her heart.
Wow, this guy has such good taste!
I can't believe I found such a perfect dress, even more suitable than the ones I chose myself.
She usually loves to joke around with herself, but she's actually quite meticulous when it comes to choosing clothes.
She raised her hand to straighten her collar, then gently tugged at the hem of her skirt, repeatedly examining herself in the mirror, a slight smile unconsciously playing on her lips.
The thought of Draco's reaction upon seeing her made her cheeks flush instantly, and a small sense of anticipation filled her heart.
She actually... also wanted to know what Draco's expression would be if he saw her wearing this dress.
Hermione gripped the doorknob and turned it gently, her skirt swaying softly with each step as she slowly descended the stairs.
She had just reached the top of the stairs, and hadn't even finished descending the steps, when Draco, who had been leaning back on the sofa, suddenly stopped.
He straightened up, his gaze fixed on her, and he was instantly stunned.
Hermione's cheeks flushed under his gaze, and she instinctively gripped her skirt, awkwardly whispering, "Hey... why are you looking at me like that?"
Upon hearing this Draco almost immediately stood up and walked over to her in a few steps.
Before Hermione could react, he stretched out his long arm and gently lifted her up from under his armpits.
Hermione gasped and instinctively reached out to hug his neck. He lifted her up slightly off the ground, her skirt swaying gently, and her heart pounded at its fastest.
" Draco! Put me down!" She was both ashamed and anxious, her cheeks flushed red, but she dared not struggle and could only cling to him tightly.
Draco looked up at her, whom he was holding in mid-air, his eyes filled with undisguised amazement and admiration.
"No, you're dressed like this... I just can't resist. You look so good, a hundred times better than I imagined."
Hermione, suspended in mid-air, was completely enveloped in his aura. Hearing this undisguised praise, her mind went blank, leaving only her burning cheeks and her racing heart.
Draco gently put Hermione down, but didn't immediately let go. His arms remained around her waist, holding her tightly in his embrace, the two very close.
Their noses almost touched, their breaths mingling, their warm breaths brushing against each other's faces.
He looked down at Hermione, his eyes filled with intense amazement and tenderness.
Her fingers gently traced the white Peter collar.
Then, his hand slowly slid down her neck and stopped at her waist.
Hermione felt weak all over from his touch, her cheeks burning. She pressed her hands against his chest, wanting to push him away but lacking the strength, and could only whisper, " Draco..."
Then, Draco's gaze fell on her reddened lips, and he couldn't resist any longer, so he lowered his head and kissed her.
The kiss came unexpectedly yet naturally. He captured her lips in his mouth, gently caressing them, his hands holding her waist as he pulled her closer into his embrace.
Hermione's body stiffened abruptly, as if she had been Petrificus Totalus, and her hand, which was pressed against his chest, gripped the corner of his clothes.
Her eyes widened suddenly, her eyelashes fluttered rapidly, and her mind went blank.
All thoughts vanished in that instant, leaving only the warm touch of lips touching.
Draco's kiss was gentle yet urgent; he held her lips in his mouth, gently caressing and rubbing them.
He held her waist with his hands, pulling her even tighter into his arms.
After the initial shock, the tingling sensation of soft lips rubbing against each other spread throughout Hermione's body.
Her toes unconsciously rose, her back straightened slightly, and her breathing became completely out of rhythm.
The hand that was pressed against his chest slowly softened from its stiffness, her fingers loosening and then gently resting on his chest again.
She slid her hand slowly down his chest to his back, carefully encircling him.
Her eyes slowly closed, and her tightly pursed lips gradually relaxed, passively responding to his kiss.
Her tongue lightly brushed against Draco's lips, then quickly withdrew, like a startled little rabbit.
Hermione's body was no longer stiff; she leaned softly against him, her waist held tightly by his, pressing herself even closer, the blush spreading from her cheeks to her neck.
Driven by passion, his hand slipped along the fabric at his waist and stealthily reached inside the dress.
The moment his fingers touched her warm skin, a hint of restlessness stirred within them, a tentative desire to probe deeper.
But at that moment, the cool yet burning touch on Hermione's waist snapped her back to reality.
Her body tensed abruptly, her toes touched the ground, and she pressed her hands firmly against Draco's chest.
Hermione forcefully pushed his kiss away, her panic mixed with unwavering determination. "No! Draco, stop!"