He stepped forward and teased, "You said you didn't want Pheobe and Gabrielle to be envious, but you're wearing this outfit today, aren't you?"
Hermione's cheeks flushed instantly. She gently pushed away his face, stubbornly saying:
"Who's doing this to make them envious! It's just... it's just that this outfit is comfortable, and I'm too lazy to change."
She turned her face away and hurried towards the door, but couldn't help glancing at the hem of her skirt out of the corner of her eye.
I secretly thought to myself, maybe being envied a little wouldn't be so bad.
Draco, seeing her slightly smug expression, smiled and followed her, taking her hand and interlacing his fingers:
"Comfortable? I bet you're secretly enjoying it immensely, but you just won't admit it."
Hermione struggled twice but couldn't break free, so she could only let him hold her hand. She deliberately put on a stern face and said, "Don't be so smug. It's just a coincidence. I didn't wear it specifically for anyone."
As soon as the two reached the entrance of the manor, they saw Pheobe and Gabrielle standing by the flowerbed, waiting for them not far away.
Pheobe was still wearing an elegant French-style long dress, her curly hair cascading down her shoulders, while Gabrielle wore a petite dress and obediently held her sister's hand.
Upon seeing Hermione, Gabrielle's eyes widened in amazement. She tugged quietly at Pheobe's sleeve and pointed in Hermione's direction, chattering a few words in French.
Pheobe also looked up and glanced over, her gaze lingering on Hermione's navy blue schoolgirl dress.
His face, which had been tinged with pride, showed a hint of surprise, but when he saw Draco's gaze, he understood.
Hermione felt a little uncomfortable under their gazes and quietly tightened her grip on Draco's hand.
Draco, with Hermione in tow, walked towards the two of them, heads held high and chests puffed out.
Gabrielle trotted over, looked up at Hermione with her little face, and said softly in English, " Hermione, you look so beautiful today! This dress suits you so well!"
Hermione blushed at the compliment, knelt down, patted Gabrielle's head, and replied, "Thank you, you're cute too."
"It seems Mr. Malfoy has a very good eye," Pheobe said with a smile as she approached.
"Of course." Draco accepted the praise.
Hermione secretly pinched Draco's waist from behind, telling him not to get too cocky.
Draco winced in pain but didn't flinch; instead, he laughed even harder and gripped her hand tightly in return.
The group chatted and laughed as they walked down the street, with Hermione in the middle, occasionally glancing down at her dress.
Feeling the warmth of Draco in her palm, she couldn't help but smile, a sweet feeling welling up inside her.
It turns out that being praised, being protected by him, and walking in the sunlight wearing clothes he picked out feels so comfortable.
She glanced furtively at the triumphant Draco beside her, thinking to herself, "It seems... going along with him a little now and then isn't such a bad thing."
The group had a light and lively trip in France, exploring the magical districts of Paris and checking off the sights near Beauxbatons Academy of Magic.
Gabrielle was always clinging to Hermione, chattering away, while Pheobe would occasionally bicker with Draco, but she would also thoughtfully recommend local desserts. They chatted and laughed all the way, and the holiday flew by.
As the holiday drew to a close, Draco and Hermione said goodbye to Pheobe and Gabrielle.
Gabrielle clung to Hermione's arm, reluctant to let go, and repeatedly promised to meet again next time.
Pheobe smiled and ruffled her sister's hair, then politely said goodbye to the two of them. Draco nodded slightly.
After saying goodbye, Draco and Hermione met their parents at the agreed-upon café.
Lucius, Narcissa, and the Mr. and Mrs. Granger were already waiting there.
The Mr. and Mrs. Granger were completely immersed in the Muggle world of France, visiting the Eiffel Tower and the Louvre.
I tried authentic French cuisine and street desserts, and even learned to ride the subway and browse flea markets.
It was my first time experiencing the lifestyle of Muggle in a foreign country, and I found it both novel and interesting. My holiday was fulfilling and full of new experiences, and I can honestly say it broadened my horizons.
The Lucius couple, on the other hand, focused on exploring the magical world of France, visiting old friends at the French Ministry of Magic.
We explored a hidden magical market in Paris, sampled unique local Potions ingredients and magical wines, and also visited the magical gardens outside Beauxbatons Academy of Magic.
Having escaped the social minutiae of Pure-blood families Britain family, the holiday was leisurely and enjoyable.
The parents' eyes quickly fell on Hermione's navy blue schoolgirl dress.
Narcissa's eyes lit up, and she smiled, praising, " Hermione, this dress is so beautiful! The cut and color scheme suit you perfectly, making you look fresh and lively. You have such good taste!"
Lucius glanced at it and said casually, "It's decent enough, more pleasing to the eye than those flashy styles."
Mrs. Granger smiled and took Hermione's hand affectionately, saying, "You look good in anything."
"This outfit is quite unique, much more stylish than your usual school uniform. Did Draco help you choose it?"
Hermione blushed at the question and nodded slightly.
"I knew it," Mrs. Granger said with a smile.
Hermione puffed out her cheeks and whispered in protest, "My taste is excellent, okay?"
Draco smiled and agreed.
"Yes, yes, our Hermione has the best eye, it just so happens that she has the same good eye as me, and picked the same item."
Hermione was even more embarrassed by his reaction. "Don't talk nonsense."
Mr. Granger put down his coffee cup, looked at his daughter's charming appearance, and smiled gently.
He shook his head without saying anything, finding the young people's interactions particularly amusing.
Narcissa covered her mouth and chuckled softly, her gentle gaze falling on the two of them. She softly echoed, "That's right, Hermione has excellent taste, and she and Draco are a perfect match."
She was delighted to see the two getting along so well.
At this moment, Draco volunteered, "I'll take care of the Apparition. Let's take Uncle and Aunt home first."
Lucius looked at Draco in surprise, then a slight smile appeared on his lips. He didn't object, but simply nodded slightly, tacitly approving of Draco's actions.
"Okay, be careful and control your magic." Narcissa gently instructed, feeling quite at ease.
The Mr. and Mrs. Granger were taken aback by what they heard. Although they were already familiar with Apparition magic, they still couldn't help but feel nervous.
The two exchanged a glance, both seeing unease in each other's eyes. Draco thoughtfully reminded them:
"Uncle and Aunt, you just need to hold Hermione's hand. You don't need to exert any force. Just follow my rhythm."
Having said that, Draco gently grasped his father Lucius's sleeve with his right hand. Lucius straightened up slightly and cooperated with Draco's movement, his arm hanging down naturally without any resistance.
He silently transmitted a trace of magic through his sleeve, both as an aid and as a covert protection.
Narcissa stood beside Lucius, gently supporting her husband's arm, her gaze fixed on Draco, her expression calm and completely trusting.
Draco held Hermione tightly with his left hand, Hermione's fingertips gripping his hand, while her other hand immediately pulled Mrs. Granger away.
Mrs. Granger's palms were damp with sweat as she hurriedly gripped Hermione's hand and then reached out to pull Mr. Granger close beside her.
Mr. Granger gripped his wife's wrist tightly, his body taut, so tense that he even held his breath.
"Ready? Let's go." Draco shouted, and before the words were even finished, he activated his magic to Apparition.
A pale blue magical aura flashed, and the group vanished from their spot, reappearing a second later in an empty alley near Granger family.
It landed steadily and safely.