"Who are you trying to impress with Lulu?!" Hermione blurted out, quickly changing the subject, not daring to dwell on this dangerous issue any longer. "Alright, alright! You've picked everything out, is there anything else you need to prepare? Shouldn't we be going?"
"Hmm, the clothes are almost done. But..." Draco's gaze fell on Hermione's hair, "Honey, how about... you get a trendy hairstyle while you're at it?"
Hermione subconsciously touched the haircut Draco had given her in their second year. "I'm doing fine now, aren't I?"
"It's great," Draco stepped forward, gesturing with his hand to show that she was now a little above his chin. "Another year has passed, and you've grown quite a bit taller."
Then he gently brushed aside the stray hairs from her forehead, his gaze lingering on her face. "Your features have matured; you're even more beautiful now!"
At this point, Draco's gaze shifted slightly downwards, his eyes sweeping meaningfully over Hermione's heaving chest, a mischievous smile playing on his lips, "Some parts... have grown quite a bit too."
" Draco Malfoy!" Hermione instantly understood his double entendre, and her cheeks, which had just cooled down a little, flushed bright red again.
She punched him on the shoulder in embarrassment and anger, "Don't you feel uncomfortable if you don't act like a hooligan at least once a day?"
"Wrong!" Draco chuckled as Hermione punched him, then grabbed her hand that had done the punch and grinned as he admitted his mistake.
"I think a different hairstyle might go better with those beautiful dresses. Would you like to try my skills again?"
Hermione, who was initially sulking, began to waver when she thought about those beautiful dresses.
Maybe... a different look would be nice?
"... Then please make it look good." Hermione also somewhat expectant.
"Don't worry, I guarantee you'll be satisfied."
Draco pulled her to sit in front of the ornate vanity mirror.
Then, he picked up a comb and gently smoothed Hermione's naturally curly long hair, then put the comb down and reached for a pair of scissors on the nearby workbench.
"Don't move," Draco, gathering a strand of hair at the back of her head with his other hand, a cold glint flashing at the edge of her hair.
"Wait a minute!" Hermione caught a glimpse of the sharp scissors in the mirror, her body stiffening instinctively, appearing somewhat flustered.
" Draco! What are you doing with scissors?! Didn't you say you were just... styling your hair? Why are you cutting it?!"
She cherishes her long hair, which she has kept for so long. Although she sometimes finds it in the way, she has never thought of cutting it short!
Draco stopped, the scissors hovering above her hair, and leaned down to say, "Do you trust me, wife?"
My heartbeat strangely calmed down at that moment.
Hermione's instinctive trust in Draco outweighed her unknown fear of his new hairstyle, and she nodded vigorously.
Draco then refocused his attention on her hair, his hand holding the scissors as steady as a rock. "Snip."
The first soft sound was particularly clear in the quiet dressing room, as a few slightly longer strands of hair drifted down.
Hermione's eyes were tightly closed, then she cautiously opened them a crack, nervously peeking into the mirror.
As strands of hair drifted down,
Her heart gradually relaxed.
After an unknown amount of time, Draco stopped what he was doing.
He put down the scissors, picked up the comb, and began to comb his hair again.
Then, with deft fingers, she gathered her long hair at the back of her head and tied it into a neat and playful short ponytail, securing it with a simple dark blue hair tie.
I adjusted the height and tightness of the ponytail, and then tidied up some stray hairs from my forehead and temples, using magic to slightly set them, creating a natural and face-framing curve.
"Alright." Draco gently tousled the ends of her hair with his fingers one last time, then rested his hands on the chair, admiring Hermione's beautiful and capable appearance in the mirror.
The girl seemed to have been given a complete makeover.
Her neat short ponytail made her look clean and refreshing. The trimmed ends of her hair were distinct and playfully curled up, swaying lightly as she turned her head.
The wispy bangs framing her face perfectly framed her features, making her bright, intelligent eyes even more captivating.
Her hairstyle was neat and sophisticated, which made her features, which were gradually losing their childishness, appear even clearer and brighter.
As Hermione approaches fourth grade, she loses some of her bookishness and gains more of the spiritedness and energy that comes with her age.
She almost didn't recognize herself!
It's not that it's not good-looking, it's just... too good-looking!
A completely new kind of beauty, unlike anything seen before!
She couldn't help but raise her hand and touch the layered ends of her hair, then touched the neatly styled ponytail.
Then a surprised smile slowly bloomed on her face.
"Do you like it?" Draco asked, knowing the answer already.
Hermione turned around, looked up at Draco,
"I love it!" She nodded vigorously. "It really... is beautiful! Draco, you're such a good cook!"
Seeing Hermione's face looking even more delicate with her new hairstyle, Draco couldn't resist reaching out and pinching her cheek.
"My Miss Granger, you look beautiful no matter what you wear. But this new hairstyle makes me dizzy while changing."
"Smooth talker!" Hermione snorted, a smile spreading across her face that captivated Draco. He stared intently at her, and Hermione, feeling the pressure, looked away first.
"Why are you still so shy, Miss Granger?" Draco gently pinched her chin, forcing her to turn her face to face him, and then looked directly into her eyes.
"Stop fooling around, Draco," Hermione, pulling her hand away from Draco's and trying to change the subject. "Let's get ready, it's getting late, hasn't the cruise ship left yet?"
"Okay!" Draco suddenly reached out and wrapped his arms around her waist, gently lifting her up from behind the chair.
"Oh dear." Hermione gasped, caught off guard, and instinctively grabbed his arm, her whole body going limp.
" Draco, put me down!" Hermione, whose waist was being held, felt weak but had no choice but to rely on his support.
"What's the rush?" Draco said.
You haven't washed your hair yet.
Hermione tried to push him away, but Draco had already carried her towards the bathroom attached to the dressing room without saying a word.
He put Hermione down at the sink, then started adjusting the water temperature. After testing it, he casually gestured for Hermione to bend over, "Come here, I'll help you finish quickly."
Hermione tried to struggle, but Draco had already picked up the magical shampoo that smelled of fresh lemons and gently began to rinse her playful short ponytail.
The warm water and magically infused foam quickly removed the slight sheen, Draco massaged Hermione's hair with just the right amount of pressure, making her almost moan softly.
Hermione blushed and obediently bent over.
I felt both shy and warm inside. This guy can be really domineering when he wants to be, but he can also be really thoughtful when he wants to be.