After Hermione cast the spell, a warm, bright, silvery-white light suddenly burst forth from the tip of her wand.
It wasn't a thin mist, but a thick, moonlit, yet powerful, silvery-white halo that fell to the ground like a flowing galaxy, quickly condensing and taking shape.
The light slowly spread out...
A round, fluffy sea otter, its tiny tail wagging, stood obediently before her, its bright black eyes wide open.
The little creature's fur shimmered with a soft, silvery-white light.
It gently nuzzled her wand, then nimbly circled the room once more.
Hermione was utterly shocked!
She stared blankly at the silver-white sea otter Patronus she had summoned.
It really is a sea otter...
He actually came right.
Not at all.
She turned sharply to look at Draco, her face flushed red from her ears to her cheeks. "... It's a sea otter. It really is a sea otter."
She even forgot to be happy; she only felt as if her heart was being gently squeezed, a mixture of panic, confusion, sweetness, and burning sensation.
He wasn't guessing.
He really knew.
He knew it from the very beginning.
Draco leaned against the desk, arms crossed, watching the agile silver-white sea otter gently sway its tail in the room.
Only after the sea otter Patronus slowly turned into silvery-white light and dissipated did he step forward and walk up to Hermione.
"Alright, Miss Granger, I won."
Hermione met his gaze, her cheeks flushed but her expression frank, and said, "This time I don't intend to renege."
I'm not afraid of you going back on your word.
"I just want to clarify one thing!"
"What is it?" Hermione's heart tightened, vaguely guessing that he was about to make another unreasonable request.
"To make up for some of my losses, the 'initiated kiss' I mentioned refers to..."
Draco hadn't finished speaking when
Hermione suddenly stood on tiptoe, hooked her arm around his neck, and pressed her lips to his.
She knew Draco too well; he hadn't finished speaking, so he must be plotting something even worse. It was better to strike first and just make a small move to fulfill the bet.
But just as she touched his lips, before she could pull away, Draco's arms suddenly tightened.
Then he pulled her tightly into his arms, holding the back of her head, giving her no chance to escape.
He wasn't going to be content with just one bite; he'd promised to make up for the loss, so he naturally wanted to enjoy himself to the fullest.
The gentle touch instantly turned fiery. Draco lowered his head and deepened the kiss, his tongue unhesitatingly prying open her teeth and probing inside.
This was their first time French kissing, and the unfamiliar yet intense sensation instantly overwhelmed them both.
Hermione's eyes widened, her body froze instantly, and she even forgot to breathe.
The tongue came unexpectedly, and the warmth between her lips and teeth made her feel hot all over.
Her fingers unconsciously tightened their grip on Draco's clothes.
He actually stuck his tongue out! That's outrageous! But why... is my heart beating so fast, and my body feels weak...?
hateful...
A mix of shyness, panic, and a vague, inexplicable flutter of excitement left her mind blank.
Hermione could only passively endure his kisses.
After a long while, Hermione's cheeks turned red and soft "mmm" sounds escaped from her throat before Draco finally released her.
She shoved Draco away abruptly, gasping for breath, her chest heaving, and scolded, "I'm suffocating... Draco Malfoy, you've gone too far!"
Draco licked his lips and said matter-of-factly, "Who told Miss Granger to make the bet so unbalanced? Shouldn't I make up for the losses?"
Hermione caught her breath and muttered softly, "Anyway, I've never won against you..."
"That's true," Draco laughed.
Hermione hurriedly turned around and ran to the vanity mirror, getting close to examine her mouth closely.
The French kiss was quite forceful; her lips were slightly red and swollen, and even the skin around her lips had a faint blush, making it easy to tell that she had just been kissed.
She looked at herself in the mirror, feeling both angry and ashamed, then turned and glared at Draco:
" Draco, you shameless bastard! You even stuck your tongue out!"
"I'm going to make up for the loss." Draco walked up behind her with his hands in his pockets and looked at her in the mirror.
Hermione looked in the mirror and gently touched her red and swollen lips with her finger:
"Your lips are all swollen like this, how are you going to go out in public like this? What will your parents think if they see you like this!"
Draco's gaze shifted from the mirror to her flushed lips, and he said nonchalantly, "Isn't that perfect? A declaration of dominance."
"Shut up!" Hermione glared at him, turning around. "Get me some anti-swelling medicine right now, the sooner the better."
Draco shrugged, feigning helplessness. "I don't have one. Malfoy Manor doesn't keep such gadgets."
"Don't give me that!" Hermione didn't believe her. "I know you're all-powerful, you're definitely hiding something. If you don't show it, I'll never kiss you again, and the bet won't stand!"
Draco's smile widened.
"It seems Miss Granger didn't dislike that French kiss just now, and might even have enjoyed it. Otherwise, why would she use it to blackmail me?"
Hermione's cheeks instantly flushed red. She reached out and covered his mouth, saying in embarrassment and anger, "What nonsense are you talking about!"
Draco chuckled and pulled her hand away, then took a small, silver glass bottle from his pocket, containing a clear, viscous liquid.
Hermione immediately snatched it away, glaring at him. "You should have just taken it out earlier, why did you have to be so talkative?"
She unscrewed the bottle, dipped her fingertip in a little clear liquid, and carefully applied it to her swollen lips.
The moment the medicine touched the skin, it sent a cool sensation through the skin, carrying a faint minty scent.
The burning, swollen sensation quickly subsided, and the skin where my fingers had touched gradually returned to its smooth state.
She applied a little more medicine and gently dabbed it on the reddened skin around her lips.
In just a moment, her swollen and red lips returned to their original state, with a pinkish hue and smooth skin, without leaving any trace of a kiss.
Hermione checked herself in the mirror several times to make sure everything was completely back to normal before letting out a sigh of relief and tossing the half-empty glass bottle back to Draco: "You're smart to know what's good for you."
Hermione suddenly remembered something and turned to ask:
What were you leaving out of your sentence? What exactly were you trying to say, asking for a kiss?
"Of course, I meant for you to initiate a kiss in the crowd. I didn't expect Miss Granger to be so clever, actually guessing my intentions and acting ahead of time."
Hermione froze instantly, opened her mouth but couldn't utter a word, her cheeks turning as red as a ripe apple.
So, by being clever and offering a kiss beforehand, she actually avoided an even more outrageous request? But thinking back to the French kiss just now, she felt like she'd gotten the short end of the stick.
Draco reached out and gently pinched her flushed cheek. "It's alright, I still have one more condition to mention."
"I'm definitely not going to initiate any more kisses, don't even think about it!" Hermione said firmly.