The pillow absorbed most of her shyness, but it couldn't stop the warmth emanating from behind her.
Hermione's fingers were still gripping the sheets, but the grip gradually loosened, and her fingers curled up gently, pressing against the soft fabric.
My heart was still pounding, but it slowly began to sync with the heartbeat of the man pressed against my back.
His arms were wrapped around her waist, very gently, without any feeling of restraint, just a steady circle. The warmth of his palms seeped through her clothes, making her waist and abdomen feel weak.
She could smell his scent; the aroma gradually seeped into her nostrils, slowly relaxing her tense nerves.
She was still muttering to herself, cursing him for being domineering and taking advantage of her, but her body honestly relaxed, and even her stiff back unconsciously leaned closer to his chest.
Draco seemed to notice her softening, chuckled softly, and said nothing more, simply adjusting his position to make her more comfortable.
"Be good, close your eyes."
Hermione bit her lip, stubbornly refusing to close her eyes, but her eyelids gradually grew heavy.
The shyness was still there, the excitement was still there, but even more so, there was an unprecedented sense of peace.
She finally closed her eyes slowly, her fingers completely loosening, and gently resting on the back of his hand that was wrapped around her waist.
Hermione's breathing became light and long; although she was still conscious, her body had already become attached to this rare sense of peace.
Draco's embrace behind her was broad and warm, and he didn't make any inappropriate moves; he simply held her.
Draco's heart pounded, one beat after another.
Like the gentlest lullaby, it soothed all the anxiety and unease in her heart little by little.
She subtly moved her fingers and gently rubbed the back of Draco's hand that was resting on her waist.
Draco noticed her subtle movement and, while maintaining a comfortable position, tightened his arms around her waist slightly.
Hermione snuggled closer to him, like a little sea otter who had finally found its home, and completely relaxed her tense body.
At this moment, consciousness gradually drifted into a hazy drowsiness.
The afternoon sun filtered through the silk curtains, casting dappled golden rays onto the bed, where the two slept soundly in each other's arms.
Draco still had his arms around Hermione from behind, his arms loosely wrapped around her waist, but his palms were still pressed against her side.
His legs naturally curled up, gently pressing against her calves, encircling her completely in his embrace.
Hermione nestled in his arms, her head tilted slightly to one side, her cheek rubbing against the soft pillowcase, and a faint smile unconsciously curving her lips.
Her hand rested on his arm that was wrapped around her waist, her fingers curling slightly, as if she were instinctively grasping for support.
His previously taut shoulders relaxed completely, and his hair fell loosely on the pillow, intertwining with his blond hair.
Occasionally, her breathing would tremble slightly, and her eyelashes would flutter gently, but she remained sound asleep without waking up.
Their breathing gradually synchronized, one deep and one shallow, creating a gentle rhythm in the quiet room.
Their bodies would gently press together with each breath, and occasionally Hermione would snuggle closer to him, at which point Draco would unconsciously tighten his arms.
Both were exhausted from their morning trip to Diagon Alley and the afternoon's Dementor adventures, and slept soundly.
As the sun begins to set in the west, it is dusk.
As dusk slowly crept through the carved French windows of the Malfoy Manor, bathing the room in a soft, warm orange glow that settled on the velvet-sheeted beds.
The two, still fast asleep in each other's arms, remained deep in their dreams.
In the corridor outside the room, Narcissa's footsteps were so light they were almost inaudible; dinner at the manor had already been prepared.
Lucius sat in the main seat, his fingers lightly tapping the table, waiting for the two to come downstairs.
Narcissa had come to call Draco and Hermione for dinner, but when she reached the door and her fingertips touched the cold brass doorknob, she found the door locked from the inside.
This made her frown slightly. Draco's room was never secure in the manor, and locking the door seemed rather unusual to her.
Teenage boys and girls, spending every day together, gradually develop feelings for each other. When she's alone in a room with the door locked, it's hard not to overthink things.
A hint of worry crossed her mind, fearing that the two children might lose control and taste the forbidden fruit.
With that thought in mind, she raised her hand, drew her wand, and with a slight flick of her fingers, murmured an unlocking spell.
A faint silver glint flashed at the tip of the wand, and the door opened silently without making a sound.
She pushed the door open quietly, her gaze immediately falling on the bed.
When she saw what was happening, her heart, which had been hanging in suspense, instantly settled down, and the worry in her eyes turned into a gentle smile.
On the bed, the two were fully clothed and simply nestled together, fast asleep, without making any inappropriate movements.
The room was filled only with their soft, intertwined breaths; there was not a trace of the ambiguity and recklessness she had anticipated.
Narcissa watched quietly for a few seconds, then tiptoed out of the room and used magic to lock the door again.
They moved very gently, afraid of disturbing the two sleeping people.
She was completely relieved, and secretly pondered to herself:
Her son, who used to be arrogant and aloof, was now protecting Hermione with such tenderness.
They slept peacefully in each other's arms, without a trace of youthful impulsiveness, showing that he had settled down because of Hermione.
This gesture taught him restraint and appreciation, and he was no longer the willful and unruly young master Malfoy.
Secondly, despite their deep affection, the two maintained their boundaries and did not rashly indulge in forbidden fruit.
This was the best protection for Hermione.
Hermione is Muggle-born, and in the world of Pure-blood families, she is already easily criticized. If the two of them really do something inappropriate, she will be the one who receives the most criticism.
Draco's restraint is both a sign of respect and protection; this thoughtfulness is rare and precious.
After thinking it over, Narcissa turned and slowly walked downstairs to the dining table, handed the empty tray to the House-elf beside her, and then sat down in her seat.
"Why did you take so long? Where are the two children?"
Lucius looked at her and asked.
Narcissa picked up her silver knife, gently cut a small piece of steak, and said, "They locked themselves in their room and are asleep. They must be tired from shopping in Diagon Alley today."
"Don't worry, both children are very well-behaved. They were simply resting and didn't do anything inappropriate."
Narcissa added.
Lucius paused, then nodded slightly, asking no further questions, a hint of relief flashing in his eyes.
The heir of the Malfoy family eventually learned what responsibility and cherishing are.
Narcissa, looking at the two empty seats at the table, still had a relieved smile on her lips. She simply instructed the House-elf to keep the dishes warm and serve them when the two woke up.
After giving the instructions, Narcissa immediately asked her House-elf to fetch paper, a quill pen, and ink.
After casting a silent writing spell, the pen moved smoothly across the letter, conveying a few words to the Mr. and Mrs. Granger.
Hermione is currently resting at the Malfoy Manor and will be having dinner there. Everything is fine, so they don't need to worry.
After writing it, he quickly sealed and sent it using magic, completing the task in a short time.
Only then did I feel at ease enough to pick up my utensils and start eating.