"You asked for it yourself, my trophy, Miss Granger!" Draco strolled up to her, as if admiring a rare prey that had just been captured.
Then, he slowly squatted down.
This brought his line of sight to be level with Hermione's knees.
He strolled leisurely around Hermione, his gaze undisguisedly aggressive, openly and meticulously admiring her posture from head to toe.
From Draco's perspective, one could clearly see her chest heaving slightly with struggle and shame.
The slender waistline outlined by the rope, the pert curve of the buttocks, and then the straight, long legs...
That gaze was so aggressive, as if it carried a tangible heat, and wherever it swept over, it felt as if the place had been ignited.
This made Hermione's cheeks burn uncontrollably, and waves of shame crashed against her dam of reason, making her want to close her eyes.
"Hmm..." Draco finally stopped, stroking his chin with one hand, and gave a serious evaluation, "His figure... the proportions are not bad, his legs are quite long, and his waist is rather slim."
As he spoke, he even reached out his hand.
Through Hermione's sweat-soaked, clinging clothes, he touched her most sensitive spot on her waist.
"Hmm..." The sudden touch brought a tingling and strange sensation, causing Hermione's body to tremble slightly uncontrollably, and a soft whimper escaped her throat.
She was both ashamed and angry, and tried to hide but couldn't move.
However, Draco's next words were like pouring boiling oil on Hermione's already boiling shame.
His gaze lingered for a moment on Hermione's shapely, though not particularly full, buttocks.
Then, in a critical tone, she said, "It's just... her buttocks are a bit small, which might... make it harder for her to give birth."
"Giving birth and raising children?!"
Those two words exploded in Hermione's ears!
She simply couldn't believe her ears!
That shameless Malfoy!
How could he say such shameless things in broad daylight, while she was tied up!
" Draco Malfoy!!!"
Hermione was so ashamed and furious she wanted to die!
She was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.
Even though he couldn't move, he desperately tilted his head back and glared at Draco with his fiery eyes.
"You've gone too far! Who, who gave you permission to say that! You, you scoundrel! You shameless scoundrel! What kind of filthy things are you thinking about all day long!"
This made Hermione's chest heave violently with anger. "I... I don't want to discuss anything about having children with you! Let me go! Otherwise... otherwise I'll never forgive you!"
Seeing her face flushed a startling red with excitement and shame, and her eyes blazing with anger, Draco, far from feeling insulted, burst out laughing.
Draco found her pouty and helpless expression incredibly adorable, so adorable that he couldn't help but reach out and touch her frighteningly hot cheek.
The cheeks felt smooth and soft, like a ripe peach.
"Losers should know what it means to be a loser, Miss Granger," Draco said in a lecturing tone.
"The winner has the right to comment on the spoils, doesn't he? I'm just... objectively evaluating the various... well, 'performance metrics' of my 'spoils.'"
It was at this very moment,
His complacency and arrogance, stemming from his absolute control and teasing of her, gave this "helpless" trophy in his eyes a chance to launch a desperate counterattack!
Although Hermione's body was tightly bound, her wrists were not completely tied; she still held her wand firmly in her palm, but her arm could not move much.
Her mind became even clearer amidst extreme shame and indignation, and her attention was now highly focused.
Just when Draco was most relaxed and least alert, Hermione's hand secretly launched a sneak attack!
With a sharp twist of his wrist, the tip of his wand aimed precisely at Draco's wrist!
All the humiliation condensed into one point at this moment!
" Expelliarmus!"
A beam of light, like a venomous snake that had been lying in wait, suddenly burst forth from the tip of her staff, aiming straight for Draco's wrist!
Too fast and too close!
Draco didn't even have time to react; he only felt a sharp pain and a powerful impact in his wrist.
A sudden numbness in his fingers caused the wand he was gripping to slip from his hand.
With a "whoosh," it flew out in an arc and landed on the stone ground a few meters away with a "thud."
Draco's pupils contracted sharply, his smile and mockery froze instantly, and his expression turned to astonishment!
He instinctively reached out to grab it, but his body remained in a squatting, forward-leaning posture, causing him to lose his balance.
Hermione wouldn't give him any time to react at all!
" Incarcerous!" The instant Draco's wand left his hand, Hermione swung it again!
Several magical ropes wrapped around Draco's body!
The situation reversed in an instant!
However, Draco only struggled for a moment!
"Hah..." Hermione was also panting from the two consecutive high-intensity, precise spells, but she didn't have time to calm her breathing.
She silently recited the incantation to break the spell, and the magical ropes binding her body receded and vanished as quickly as the tide.
Hermione, now free, stretched her slightly sore and numb wrists and shoulders, then tidied her slightly disheveled robes and hair, deliberately moving slowly and deliberately.
After doing all this, she slowly walked up to Draco.
Then he bent down to align his line of sight with Draco's, and, mimicking Draco's earlier gesture, scrutinized him with a critical eye.
" Mr. Malfoy," Hermione mimicked his tone, "Didn't anyone tell you that even with a decisive advantage, you must never let your guard down, much less... become complacent, before your opponent's wand leaves your hand?"
"Well... you're not bad looking, and you're pretty smart too. You 'Charms quite well..." Hermione said, pointing her index finger at his chest, which was dented from the ropes, just like he had poked his own face earlier.
"He just looks too thin!" Hermione frowned deliberately, shook her head, and said in a regretful tone.
"With those skinny arms and legs, you look like one of those scarecrows next to Hagrid's Hut, ready to fall over in a gust of wind. How are you going to protect your future wife, huh? Young Master Malfoy?"
She deliberately emphasized the words "young master".
Although Draco was bound, the shock on his face had faded, replaced by his usual mocking expression.
Seemingly unsurprised by Hermione's rebuttal and commentary, and even finding it quite amusing, he retorted:
"Skinny? Miss Granger, I have abs."
Hermione was taken aback by his unashamed boasting, and her cheeks flushed slightly, but she was not to be outdone, and the desire for revenge and proof took over.
Remembering the firm touch she occasionally felt through Draco's clothes when she was in his arms... almost without thinking, Hermione actually lifted Draco's clothes!