"Alright, alright," Dra said helplessly. He didn't expect his conservative wife to wear a bikini.
He then asked,
"So tell me, what kind of swimsuit do you want?"
Draco spread his hands. "So what kind do you want?"
"Hmm..." Hermione thought seriously, "I want something a bit conservative, a two-piece athletic Splinching, like a tank top and boxer shorts, covering me up completely but also allowing for easy movement."
As he spoke, Draco had already walked to the second wardrobe and winked at her. "Is this the kind you're talking about?"
Inside, neatly arranged, were rows and rows of identical athletic Splinching swimsuits and full-coverage one-piece swimsuits!
The colors are mainly conservative shades such as dark blue, navy blue, black, and dark green. The styles are simple and elegant, and the fabrics look thick and elastic, just like the ones Hermione described!
There are also a few more conservative jumpsuits with short skirts.
Looking at these styles, Hermione instantly understood!
" Draco Malfoy!" she stamped her foot in embarrassment and anger, her cheeks flushed. "You—you did this on purpose! You were all prepared! Those bikinis... you wanted to see me make a fool of myself!"
"I'm innocent!" Draco laughed. "Even if you chose a bikini, it wouldn't matter, anyway..."
He drew out his words, his gaze sweeping meaningfully over Hermione's curves, "Anyway, it's not like we haven't seen it before..."
"What did you say?!"
Hermione's eyes widened in shock. "When did you see that?! You peeping tom! Explain yourself!"
"I misspoke, I misspoke!" Draco quickly corrected himself. "What I meant was, it's not like we can't see the future... After we get married and live together every day, let alone see it, we can't even touch it..."
"Ouch!" he cried out in pain, but before he could finish speaking, Hermione pinched the soft flesh of his waist.
"Shut up! Don't say another word!"
Hermione felt her face burning up.
"I won't say anymore, I won't say anymore!" Draco quickly begged for mercy.
Hermione then let him go, but Draco rubbed his back and muttered under his breath, "Just telling the truth... why are you being so fierce..."
"You still dare to talk!" Hermione threatened to pinch her again.
"Okay, okay, I won't say anymore." Draco raised his hands in surrender, but he couldn't suppress the smile on his lips.
Hermione, too lazy to deal with this scoundrel anymore, sullenly walked to the second wardrobe and began to carefully select a sports swimsuit.
I actually felt a sense of relief.
Thankfully, Draco had prepared the normal style, but at the same time, she was still bothered by his comment that it wasn't like they hadn't seen it before.
My heart was pounding like a deer's, and I couldn't help but let my mind wander, wondering what he really was...
Did he actually see something? Was it an accident before? Or did he secretly use some kind of magic? That scoundrel!
To distract herself, she pointed to the third wardrobe at the other end of the room, which was still closed, and asked curiously:
"So... what's in the third cabinet?"
"What do you think?" Draco asked, keeping everyone in suspense.
"It should be something more conservative, like a sun-protective surfing suit?" Hermione guessed after thinking for a moment.
"No..." Draco shook his head.
What is that?
"If you choose the full-coverage one-piece swimsuit, the third locker can be opened!" Draco added a condition.
Hermione was puzzled.
A full-coverage one-piece swimsuit? Wouldn't that show even less skin?
Why does choosing that option allow you to open the third cabinet?
What's inside?
She felt a strong urge to do so.
"Sure! I'll take it!" Hermione said without hesitation, pulling a blue, full-body one-piece swimsuit from the second wardrobe and holding it up in front of her. "This one's the one! Open it and take a look!"
Draco smiled and gently opened the door of the third cabinet. Hermione peeked out curiously, and then she was stunned!
The third locker contained neither swimsuits nor diving suits.
Hanging inside were several gorgeous and exquisite gowns!
There were elegant and dignified silver gowns, lively and playful champagne-colored short dresses, deep blue floor-length gowns with delicate embroidery, and several stylish little black dresses.
Each piece looked as if it had been taken directly from a haute couture salon, radiating an air of elegance under the lights.
"This... this is..." These dresses were so beautiful, more gorgeous than any gown she had ever seen at a ball before, and each one was different in style, seemingly designed for different occasions.
"So, do you like it?"
Draco looked at her with eyes full of affection.
"I like it." Hermione nodded, reaching out to stroke the exquisite fabrics with delight, her eyes sparkling with affection.
"You like it, why don't you show some appreciation?"
Hermione blushed, but felt a sweet warmth in her heart. She quickly tiptoed and kissed Draco on the cheek.
Draco smiled with satisfaction, "There are often formal dinners, balls, or themed parties on the cruise ship in the evenings. We've practiced dancing for so long, it's a good opportunity to put our skills to the test."
"And look at our Miss Granger, how many people she stuns in her beautiful gown!" he added.
Draco walked to the armchair next to him, sat down sideways, elegantly crossed one leg over the other, rested his arm on the back of the chair, and lazily rested his chin on the back of his hand.
He watched as Hermione lingered in front of her gown, seemingly lost in admiration.
But having too many beautiful clothes can be overwhelming. Hermione hesitated in front of several dresses, picking one up to look at it, then touching another, thinking that every single one was beautiful.
"This silver one is so elegant... but this champagne one is so vibrant... the dark blue embroidery is so delicate... oh dear, this short one is so cute..." She became increasingly torn between the choices.
Finally, her little face scrunched up like a bun, and she pretended to be angry as she turned around and threw the problem at Draco.
"It's all your fault! You prepared so many beautiful things! How am I supposed to choose?" Hermione said coquettishly.
After agonizing over it for a while, she finally pretended to be angry and blamed Draco: "It's all your fault! Why did you prepare so much!"
"How can you blame me for this?" Draco was amused by her adorable, unreasonable antics and could only shrug helplessly.
Draco chuckled helplessly, "How can you blame me for this?"
"Who told you to prepare so many! Now I have no choice!" Hermione continued to complain.
"Okay, okay, it's my fault." Draco went along with her. "Next time I'll prepare less, just one set."
"That won't do!" Hermione objected immediately. "Just one set? What if I don't like it, or it doesn't suit me?"
She certainly doesn't want to see fewer of them next time.
Draco couldn't help but laugh, shaking his head and sighing, "Oh dear, my little wife is so hard to please! Nothing I do is right! It seems like everything I do is wrong?"
Hermione walked up to Draco, shook his shoulder, and said in a spoiled tone, "Hey, don't just stare!"
"Hurry up and help me choose!"