Hermione trembled slightly from his sweet words and intimate physical contact, and just as Hermione tried to break free from his warm embrace...
A sudden, wet sensation came from below.
She was struck dumb, realizing what had happened, her face instantly turning bright red, redder than ever before.
She shoved Draco's chest with all her might, crying out in unprecedented shame and panic, "Let go of me! I... my pants seem to be...!"
Draco was taken aback by her sudden burst of strength and altered shout, and instinctively released his grip.
Hermione immediately jumped back like a startled rabbit.
She jumped out of bed, stood barefoot on the carpet, and instinctively covered her lower abdomen with her hands.
Draco sat up as well, looking at her with a somewhat bewildered expression.
But his gaze immediately fell on Hermione, or more precisely, on a certain part of her trousers.
There was a small, barely noticeable water stain there.
Although the area is not large
But it's still visible under the light.
Hermione followed his gaze and looked down, and was instantly struck dumb, wishing she could immediately use the Vanishing Spell to disappear.
She frantically tried to cover herself with the hem of her shirt, her face flushed crimson, her lips trembling.
At this moment, only an overwhelming sense of shame overwhelmed her. This... this is too humiliating! How could this be...!
Seeing her looking like she wanted to disappear into the ground, Draco swallowed back the teasing words he was about to say.
He coughed lightly, trying to suppress the smile on his lips and make his voice sound as serious as possible:
"... I didn't see anything... really!"
He shouldn't have said it; once he did, Hermione felt even more ashamed, her voice trembling with tears and deep resentment:
"It's all your fault! It's all your fault... for talking nonsense... and for getting so close... Now... now I'm too ashamed to face anyone..."
Hermione kept her head down, not daring to look at him at all.
Seeing that she was almost in tears, Draco had a sudden thought and redeemed a new pair of women's pajamas from his System Space.
He reached out and handed it over, softening his tone. "Here, put this on. It was someone's own... um, a bit of a 'reaction,' so why is it being blamed on me?"
Hermione was both embarrassed and angry. She snatched the pants away and hugged them tightly to her chest, as if they were a lifeline.
She glared at him fiercely, but her shyness rendered her gaze harmless; instead, it made her look pitiful.
Draco knew she was feeling both ashamed and indignant, so he looked away to avoid making her feel even more embarrassed.
At the same time, he concentrated and, facing a corner of the empty room, softly recited what he had in mind. "We need a bathroom and changing room."
The Room of Requirement responded to his needs.
The walls of the room rippled slightly.
A smooth, frosted glass door appeared out of nowhere, behind which a shower and washbasin were vaguely visible, along with a small changing area with bathrobes and towels hanging nearby.
Upon seeing the bathroom, Hermione felt as if she had been granted a pardon. Clutching her new trousers, she rushed in like a whirlwind, slamming the door shut and locking it from the inside.
The sound of rushing water came from the bathroom, and you could vaguely hear her stomping her feet in frustration and muttering to herself.
Draco leaned against the headboard, listening to the sounds inside, and couldn't help but smile again.
He could picture Hermione inside, looking adorable and wishing she could wash herself from head to toe.
Although the situation was somewhat unexpected, it also shows that... his "sweet talk attack" was remarkably effective?
After a while, the sound of water stopped.
Hermione's commanding voice came from inside, coming through the door. "Hey! Draco! I... I don't have any spare clothes! You... you conjure up a change of clothes for me right now!"
" Miss Granger, when asking for help, shouldn't you show some sincerity? Shouldn't you change how you address her?"
There was a few seconds of silence inside, then Hermione's voice, filled with gritted teeth, came through. "... Honey! Okay, okay! Hurry up!"
Draco smiled with satisfaction, then another thought crossed his mind.
A brand new set of women's pajamas appeared neatly on the shelf by the bathroom door.
"It's at the door," he called out.
The bathroom door opened a crack, and a wet arm swiftly reached out and precisely grabbed the clothes.
With a "whoosh," it shrank back, and the door closed again.
The sound of rustling clothes coming from inside could be heard.
Draco waited patiently, listening to the faint sounds inside, but images involuntarily surfaced in his mind.
Warm water flowed over her fair skin, and in the rising steam... He quickly shook his head, suppressing those inappropriate daydreams; now was not the time.
After a while, the bathroom door opened again.
Hermione was wearing dry, new pajamas, her hair was still damp and draped over her shoulders, and her face was flushed from the steam.
She walked out slowly with her head down.
"Come here," Draco beckoned to her.
Upon hearing this, Hermione hesitated for a moment.
In the end, they slowly made their way over.
Draco picked up his wand and gently waved it at her:
" Tergeo!"
A warm, dry breeze instantly enveloped Hermione, gently caressing her body and hair.
Within seconds, the moisture on her body and the dampness in her hair vanished, leaving her dry and fluffy.
After taking care of things, Hermione, blushing, quickly climbed back onto the bed, but this time she deliberately lay on the very edge.
They rolled up the blanket and used it to create a clear "38th parallel" between the two of them.
With her back to Draco, she announced in a muffled voice, "Tonight... tonight we'll sleep like this! Don't cross that line!"
She was truly terrified.
I'm afraid that embarrassing situation will happen again!
"It's all his fault!" Hermione thought bitterly.
Seeing her raise a barrier as if facing a formidable enemy, Draco almost burst out laughing again. He deliberately sighed, "Sigh, Miss Granger's reaction... is far too fragile..."
"Shut up!" Hermione whirled around, covering her face with a pillow, only her two angry and embarrassed eyes peeking out as she glared at him, her voice muffled by the pillow, "Don't say that word again!"
"Alright, alright, I won't say anymore. But... it seems someone really doesn't want Hogsmeade's financial support,"
"Then I'll talk to Madam Rosmerta tomorrow and ask her to reconsider the previous investment agreement..."
Hermione froze.
Funding! Foundation! Her ideals!
... That despicable, opportunistic Malfoy!
She struggled internally for a few seconds, but ultimately, her consideration for her career prevailed over her extreme shame.
Extremely reluctantly, she painstakingly and painstakingly leveled the "38th parallel" formed by the stacked blankets.
Then he quickly lay flat, wrapped himself up in the blanket like a cocoon, leaving only the back of his head facing Draco.
Draco smirked triumphantly, moved over with a gleeful air, and stretched out his arm to scoop the "silkworm" and blanket together into his embrace once more.