Hermione pulled Draco to his feet, and Draco followed her to the closet. His gaze swept over the dresses, then he lightly pointed to three of them. "These are different styles; they're suitable for everyday wear, evening parties, and balls."
Hermione looked at the three outfits he had chosen, and they were indeed all very suitable.
But... her gaze lingered on another pale yellow dress with a very unique design.
"But... that pale yellow one is also very pretty..." Hermione muttered softly, a little reluctant.
"That one, it really does look good." Draco had already planned his response. He said calmly, "Why don't we save it for the Christmas party and stun everyone then?"
This reason perfectly resolved Hermione's dilemma!
Yes, she can wear it for Christmas! And Draco said it would stun them, which made her very happy.
"Okay, whatever you say."
Hermione stopped agonizing and happily put the three dresses Draco had chosen, along with the pale yellow one, inside.
She secretly decided that she absolutely had to wear it for Christmas.
She carefully packed the blue full-coverage one-piece swimsuit she had just chosen into her otter handbag.
She wasn't as picky about swimsuits as she was about dresses; they were all conservative styles anyway, and...
She stole a glance at Draco.
She thought to herself with a little smug satisfaction: This guy seems to have pretty good taste when it comes to serious matters, otherwise why would he fall for someone as smart and outstanding as Hermione Granger?
After packing her things, Hermione suddenly remembered something, looked up at Draco, and asked, "I've chosen mine, what about yours?"
"I haven't chosen yet. I'm just waiting for my wife to pick it out for me! After all, what I wear has to be something my wife likes, right?" Draco smiled slightly.
Hearing this, Hermione's heart softened, a sweet warmth slowly spreading over her, and the corners of her mouth unconsciously curved upwards.
"Then I'll reluctantly help you choose some."
With that, Hermione pulled Draco toward the men's clothing section on the other side, and began to enthusiastically choose clothes for him.
Draco opened his dress cabinet as instructed.
Inside, several well-tailored men's formal suits were neatly hung, mainly in classic black, dark gray, and navy blue, paired with appropriate shirts, bow ties, and leather shoes.
"Here, that's all."
Draco stepped aside, gesturing for Hermione to choose. "Honey, whichever outfit you like best, I'll take it."
"Let me see... Hmm, this dark gray suit would definitely suit you, with that silver-blue tie..."
She was completely absorbed in the joy of choosing clothes for her future husband, her face beaming with happiness.
Then Hermione waved her hand, "Take them all! They won't take up much space. You'll have to choose your own shirt and tie, though; I don't really understand your guys' fashion rules."
"Okay, I'll take them all."
Draco was quite pleased with Hermione's "I want it all" strategy, which proved that she felt she looked good in anything.
Then, she deftly packed the three suits, along with their matching shoes and accessories, into a suitcase that had been enchanted with Undetectable Extension Charm.
After tidying up, Draco opened another cabinet, which was clearly filled with men's swimwear. "Honey, what about... swimsuits? You'll have to check these out for me, right?"
Upon hearing this, Hermione's face flushed slightly again.
Picking Draco a formal suit was fine, but the swimsuit... it was way more revealing and intimate than the suit!
After shuffling over, I quickly scanned the contents of the cabinet. There were several pairs of loose-fitting knee-length beach shorts, some close-fitting boy trunks, and...
Several very minimally sized swim trunks...
Her gaze lingered on those tiny panties for less than half a second before quickly averting it as if she'd been burned.
Imagine Draco wearing those swim trunks, his long, powerful legs, his lean waist and toned abs...
Stop! You can't think about it anymore!
"I won't help you pick out a swimsuit!" Hermione's eyes darted around, her voice a little weak. "Just figure it out yourself!"
"Alright." Draco sighed, feigning disappointment, his fingers sliding across the clothes hanger before finally picking up a pair of extremely narrow swim trunks and waving them in front of Hermione.
"I'll take this one; it looks quite cool."
"This won't do... absolutely not!" Hermione's face turned bright red. She snatched the briefs from Draco's hand and, as if holding a hot potato, quickly stuffed them back into the back of the closet, covering them with other clothes.
Although it was just a brief glance, she could already imagine Draco's pale, lean, yet well-defined figure wearing those barely-there swim trunks—a visually stunning sight that would make anyone's nose bleed.
"Didn't you tell me to choose for myself?" Draco asked.
"I've changed my mind." Hermione blushed again, pushed him away slightly, stood in front of the wardrobe, and took a deep breath.
"Why?" Draco asked again, feigning ignorance.
"Because you, you big pervert, definitely have ill intentions!"
"Alright, I'll do as my wife says."
After trying to calm my racing heart, I glanced firmly at the dangerous triangle-shaped swim trunks and decisively pointed to the more conservative, form-fitting boxer briefs and the matching short-sleeved swimsuit.
"These black pants. And... this shirt."
Looking at the swimsuits and trunks that seemed designed to cover him from head to toe, Draco suppressed a laugh and nodded obediently.
"Okay, okay, whatever you say, honey. Wear whatever you want." But he still deliberately asked, "Do you want a swimsuit too? It's just for swimming, and it'll be so uncomfortable in this."
"That's all! The ones that fit snugly are... safer, and less likely to get washed away by water!" Hermione said, trying her best to sound confident.
"Oh~" Draco drawled out.
"That's true, but then you wouldn't be able to see the muscle definition I've developed. What a pity."
As he spoke, he bent his arm.
He made a gesture to show off his biceps; even through his shirt, the smooth muscle contours were still clearly visible.
Hermione paused, then blurted out, "It seems so..."
Realizing what she'd said immediately, she hurriedly changed her tune, "No way! I don't want to see any muscles! You narcissist!"
"You really don't want to watch?" Draco asked, leaning closer.
"No! Not at all!" Hermione shoved the clothes into his arms, her face stern. "Anyway, the pants are already chosen, you decide on the clothes! No changing them!"
"Alright then!" Seeing her contradictory expression, Draco stopped teasing her, put away the two short-sleeved swimsuits, leaving only the swim trunks. "I'll listen to my wife... half of it."
"As for clothes... I won't wear them, it's cool! I was thinking of showing some skin anyway, I can't have trained for nothing, right?"
Hermione instantly understood the subtext of his words, and then felt a jolt of electricity run down her spine and up her scalp.
This scoundrel! He definitely did it on purpose!
But besides shame, a strange, secret expectation also rose within her? This made her even more ashamed and indignant.