Hermione stared at him, listening to his progressively deeper analysis, and the weight in her heart slowly lifted.
Yes, she only saw the rigidity of the rules and the cumbersome procedures, but forgot that when power is truly in one's hands, one can make rules and even rewrite them.
In the eyes of the Malfoy, this was not just a charitable project, but a perfect political maneuver.
"But..." Hermione still hesitated, asking with a last vestige of worry, "What if something goes wrong, and they use this to attack us?"
"Then deal with the person who wrote the article."
Draco reached out and pinched her soft cheek, his casual tone revealing absolute dominance and coldness.
"Anyone who dares to touch your foundation will be kicked out of the Wizarding World. With me here, no one will dare to lay a finger on you."
Hermione's heart skipped a beat at his domineering yet protective manner, and she gave him a reproachful look. "Don't be so scary... always wanting to kill people."
No one can stand in my wife's way!
Draco smiled as if it were perfectly natural.
Looking into his eyes, so close to hers, Hermione's doubts vanished completely in that instant.
She knew that no matter how much wind and rain lay ahead, this man would always be there to protect her.
She stopped talking, gently wrapped her arms around his neck, pulled him down, and kissed the corner of his lips.
The kiss was gentle and lingering, carrying her complete trust and reassuring reliance. As they parted, she said:
"... Then I'll leave it to you, Mr. Malfoy."
Draco laughed, his laughter filled with triumphant pleasure. He lowered his head again and deepened the kiss.
His tongue hooked onto her softness, lingering tenderly.
After a long silence, Draco whispered on her lips:
"It's my duty, Miss Granger."
After saying that, Draco didn't give Hermione any chance to catch her breath or think. He leaned down, his arm slipping under her soft knees, and his other hand firmly supporting her back.
With a thrust of his waist and abdomen, Hermione was instantly lifted into the air and effortlessly lifted into his arms.
"Ah!" Hermione gasped unexpectedly.
The instinct of weightlessness made her wrap her arms tightly around Draco's neck, clinging to his broad, warm embrace like a frightened kitten.
My cheeks burned almost immediately.
A mix of panic and embarrassment caused Hermione to instinctively bury her burning cheeks in the side of his smooth neck.
A muffled voice came from his collar, tinged with a hint of startled panic and deep embarrassment. " Draco! Why... why did you suddenly hug me! Put me down..."
Hermione's voice was almost powerless.
The arms around his neck tightened, and her fingers unconsciously gripped the soft collar of his pajamas.
Draco smiled, picked her up, and stood up steadily, walking with composed steps towards the bed at the back of the bedroom.
He lowered his eyes and said to Hermione with an undeniable tenderness, "It's late, time to sleep! My Miss Granger, there's no need to worry about those bills tonight."
Hermione buried her face in the crook of his neck, trying to shrink herself into his body and maintain the last bit of her dignity:
"Put me down, I can walk by myself..."
Despite her verbal protest, she actually hugged him even tighter, leaning softly against his chest.
And he didn't even try to struggle; this hypocritical behavior only intensified Draco's pleasure.
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He even deliberately lifted her lightly, causing her to let out a short gasp and tighten her grip on him.
He leaned close to Hermione's ear and teased, "Now you're shy? You weren't like this when you kissed me earlier. You were quite the taker then."
As he spoke, Draco's free hand restlessly rubbed against the sensitive flesh at the back of her knee, making her tremble slightly and almost cry out again.
"You still dare to say that!" Hermione was so embarrassed she wanted to disappear into the ground, unable to lift her head to look into his smiling eyes.
She reached out and gently punched Draco's shoulder, the force so light it sounded like a playful tantrum, more like a flirtatious gesture of resistance. "It's all your fault... You were the one who started it..."
Her coquettish expression made Draco's heart flutter, and his Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily.
However, he didn't tease her any further, afraid of really provoking this easily embarrassed little kitten.
He carefully walked to the bedside.
He gently placed her in the center of the soft, fluffy bed, the mattress sinking slightly under their weight.
Just as he straightened up, preparing to tidy up the trash, a soft hand gently pulled his wrist.
Hermione lay on her back on the soft pillows, her brown curly hair slightly loose, making her small face look even more delicate.
"Where... where are you going?" Hermione asked.
Draco's heart softened suddenly, as if something had gently bumped into it. He leaned down, bracing himself against her with one hand, enveloping her in his shadow. He affectionately nuzzled her forehead with his nose, soothingly saying, "We're not going anywhere. Tonight, and every night after that, I'll be with you."
This question made Draco's heart soften instantly.
He leaned down, placing his hands on either side of Hermione's body, completely enveloping her in his aura.
He lowered his head and said gently, "I'm not going anywhere."
After saying that, Draco didn't linger. He straightened up, went around to the other side of the bed, and quietly lifted the covers to lie down.
With a swift movement, he pulled Hermione, who was curled up under the covers, into his arms, letting her lie on her side against his warm chest, her head nestled in the crook of his arm.
Hermione seemed extremely familiar with and comfortable in this position.
Almost the instant his arms wrapped around her, she instinctively shrank closer into his embrace.
She even rubbed her cheek against the fabric of his shirt.
Finding a comfortable and pleasant spot, Hermione let out a sigh of relief and relaxed completely.
The room fell silent.
Occasionally, only the sound of the wind could be heard from outside the window. Hermione closed her eyes, feeling the continuous warmth coming from behind her, and the anxiety in her heart seemed to be soothed by this body temperature.
But she couldn't help but pray silently, muttering, "I hope everything goes smoothly... the foundation's affairs, my uncle's affairs, and our affairs... everything will go smoothly."
After hearing Hermione's sigh and whisper,
Draco didn't open his eyes, but simply tightened his arms around her, completely enveloping her in his protective circle.
Then, he lowered his head and gently pecked Hermione's hair, which exuded a faint fragrance, was covered in a kiss.
"Don't worry, everything will be fine."
"Even if the Foundation's funding from the Ministry of Magic really doesn't go through because of some idiots—"
As he said this, he felt the person in his arms stiffen slightly, Draco patted her back reassuringly.
Then he continued in that coaxing tone...
"I've already prepared another path, one that will definitely help you achieve your wishes and realize your plans."