"You're still talking! Stop talking!"
Hermione pounced on him, and the two of them laughed and played around. Finally, breathless, she was subdued by Draco. Hermione muttered under her breath, "Don't even think about that! I'm only fourteen!"
"Okay, okay, I won't hit you," Draco assured him. "But things might change when you grow up!"
" Draco!"
"Haha, I'm not going to say anymore!"
"If he does it again, the next time I see my uncle, I'll tell him that you call him 'Laodeng ' and that you're wasting his money!"
Hermione threatened.
"But that's exactly what I called him to his face. Didn't I call Old Dumbledore to his face too? He didn't get angry."
Hermione: "..."
Thinking about it carefully, it seems... that's really true?
Draco did indeed call Dumbledore "Old Dumbledore, and the old headmaster never seemed to mind.
"That's different!" But Hermione quickly grasped another key point. " Professor Dumbledore knows that ' Old Dumbledore ' is a nickname."
"Your uncle probably has no idea what ' Laodeng ' means! What if he finds out that ' Laodeng' is a somewhat disrespectful internet slang term in Muggle? Let's see what you do then!"
"My wife found out! I hope our future children will inherit your brilliant mind."
"You, you're doing it again!" Hermione's face turned bright red. "No more talking about children! It's too early for that!"
"What's there to be ashamed of?" Draco found her embarrassment amusing. "Don't you want a little baby as handsome as me and as smart as you?"
"No, no way! You're not allowed to say it now!" Hermione covered her ears, looking like she was saying, "I'm not listening, I'm not listening."
"Alright, alright, I'm not saying anything more."
"Tell your uncle what this word means?"
Hermione changed the subject,
"It means 'Dad'! They say it's what young people call him, it sounds very friendly," Draco replied.
"Friendly? I think it's more like asking for a beating!"
"Then... will you tell him?" Draco asked slowly, then moved closer to her, revealing a 'threatening' look in his eyes.
"That depends on... how someone behaves in the future. If they bully me again..." Hermione left out the rest of the sentence.
Seeing her shy yet trying-to-keep-her-feeling expression, Draco chuckled with satisfaction, "Hmm, as expected of my wife, she's definitely on my side."
"Who, who's on your side! I'm on the side of justice and thrift!" Hermione retorted, blushing.
Okay, considering he took her out to play and was so open with her, she'd reluctantly... keep Laodeng's little secret for him.
After all, they are now indeed in cahoots.
Draco lay back down on the bed, satisfied.
Well, spending Laodeng's money, taking his wife on a top-notch trip—that's life's greatest pleasure.
At exactly four o'clock in the afternoon, the soft background music in the cabin was replaced by a female voice broadcasting, which was repeated three times:
"Ladies and gentlemen, please note. All passengers, please proceed immediately to the designated assembly point for a safety drill. Repeat, all passengers, please proceed immediately to the designated assembly point."
As soon as the announcement ended, knocking on doors and the crew's patient calls echoed in the corridor outside the cabin.
The crew members, dressed in white uniforms and carrying stacks of orange-yellow life jackets, went door-to-door.
With each knock, a voice announced, "Safety Drill! Please put on your life jackets and proceed to the designated area!"
There was a gentle knock on the door of the presidential suite. Draco got up and opened it. A crew member outside smiled and handed him two life jackets. "Sir, Madam, these are your life jackets."
"Thank you." Draco took it, and before the door was even fully closed, he had already snatched Hermione's life jacket, turned around, and reached out to put it on Hermione.
"Oh, I... I can do it myself..." Hermione was taken aback by his sudden offer of service and shrank back.
"Don't move!" Draco still gripped the life jacket strap tightly, his other hand already around her shoulder.
"I'm not a child anymore, I can dress myself!" Hermione felt embarrassed, with the crew still standing at the door.
"People panic when things get really tough," Draco said, his hands still busy adjusting her bra strap.
"If we think of each other at this moment, then with mutual help, we can put on life jackets more easily, increasing our chances of survival."
"You're full of twisted logic! It's just an exercise, don't try to get sentimental. I might be able to put it on myself faster!" Hermione said helplessly, but still obediently raised her arm for him to put on the sleeves.
"Hmm... that actually makes sense." The crew member at the door scratched his head and muttered to himself, "Two people helping each other put on clothes seems much faster than one person doing it alone, and they can also check each other."
Ignoring the crew's murmurs, Draco gently gripped Hermione's waist, holding her firmly in front of him.
Then he bent down and focused on adjusting the shoulder straps of her life jacket, and carefully fastened the clasp at her chest.
Watching Draco's practiced movements, the crew member at the door couldn't help but chuckle, "Sir, you're quite skilled. Well then, I won't disturb you two any longer. I'll go knock on the next door and give you a heads-up!"
After speaking, the crew member seemed afraid of disturbing the two of them.
He slipped away quickly, turned tail, and ran off.
When they left, they thoughtfully closed the door for the two of them. As the door closed, a faint, suppressed chuckle could be heard in the corridor, but it was immediately shut out by the thick door.
Only the two of them remained in the room.
Draco didn't stop, carefully tightening the life jacket's belt to a comfortable level that met safety standards without making her feel uncomfortable.
Finally, he even patted the area where the life jacket padding was on her chest, making a muffled "plop" sound.
"Alright, standard attire, full marks."
Hermione was jolted by his final tap, clutching her chest, her cheeks flushed, and she glared at him, embarrassed and annoyed.
"Alright, stop touching me! Where are you putting your hands?!"
"I was just checking if it was tight or not," Draco explained.
"I don't believe you!" Hermione wasn't buying it; her gaze fell on the other life jacket beside him that hadn't been touched yet.
She found her point of attack, "And what about you? Why aren't you wearing your life jacket? Don't try to slack off or break the rules, Mr. Malfoy. Safety drills are everyone's responsibility."
"I can swim, I'm a very good swimmer, and I can handle things easily in the sea," Draco explained.
"Oh, really?" Hermione crossed her arms and began to lecture him, mimicking his tone, "Most of those who drown are good swimmers. Don't think you can ignore the rules just because you're a little skilled."
"You really hope something happens to your man? How can you be so heartless? If I really fell into the sea, wouldn't you cry your eyes out?"
"Who wants you to get into trouble!" Hermione retorted, her face flushing even redder. "I was just reminding some self-important gentleman that safety rules apply equally to everyone; don't be a special case."