Draco walked back and naturally pulled Hermione into his arms. The two of them put their heads together and looked at the camera screen.
The screen is frozen on the moment of that kiss.
Against the backdrop of a sky ablaze with fiery golden-red light and an endless sea, Draco leans down to kiss Hermione in the center of the scene. Hermione, caught off guard, wears a look of surprise and slight resistance on her face, her eyes wide open, her expression incredibly vivid.
"This one's good! Look at your little expression, you look like a startled rabbit, so cute!" Draco laughed.
Hermione took one look and was immediately dissatisfied! "What is this?! It's hideous! The expression is weird! Delete it, delete it! Retake it!" She reached out to grab the camera.
"No." Draco raised the camera, dodging her hand. "I love this one. It's so vivid, so adorable. A thousand times better than those posed, fake smiles."
"You!" Hermione snapped, "Delete it right now!"
"Delete it now!" Hermione was annoyed by his irritating appearance and made a move to pounce on him and snatch the camera.
Draco casually tossed the camera into the air, waved his wand lightly, and the camera hovered in mid-air. Then he leaned back, letting Hermione fall into his arms.
Just as she pounced on Draco, the camera shutter clicked again, capturing the playful moment.
Draco flicked his wand, and the camera flew back into his hand. He put his arm around Hermione, who was still in a daze, and looked through the photos.
His smile deepened.
In the photo, Hermione is lying in his arms in a somewhat disheveled position, her face showing a mix of anger and dazedness, her eyes wide open.
"This one's not bad either," Draco commented with satisfaction, turning the screen towards Hermione. "Look at your adorable goofy face."
Looking at her silly expression in the photo, Hermione really wanted to borrow a dolphin's fin and slap herself into the sea!
" Draco! Delete it now!" She reached out to grab it again.
"I won't delete it," Draco said, raising the camera so she couldn't reach it. "This photo is excellent; I'll treasure it."
"You..." Hermione had no choice but to soften her tone and start shaking his arm in a coquettish manner, " Draco, please, take another nice one for me, okay?"
As she swayed, Draco felt an undeniably soft touch on the outside of his arm.
"Considering... your sincere request, and even your physical act of shaking it... alright, this young master will reluctantly take a few more better pictures for you."
Hermione was a little confused, but then she realized what was happening.
Her cheeks immediately turned as red as the burning sunset on the horizon!
As if burned, Hermione jerked Draco's arm away, jumped back a big step, and glared at him in embarrassment and anger.
Hermione's eyes practically blazed with fury at this moment, and she forced out a rebuke through clenched teeth, filled with extreme shame and indignation:
"Pah! Shameless! Who actually did it? You're the one who sabotaged it! Hurry up and take the picture! Otherwise, the sunset will be gone!"
"Okay, okay, let's film it, right away." Draco cooperated this time, following Hermione's wishes. They either stood side-by-side, leaned on each other's shoulders, or simply held hands and looked into the distance.
In the last golden rays of the setting sun, I took a few "normal" group photos of Hermione trying hard to put on a bright smile.
When Hermione looked at the beautiful photos in the camera, she finally smiled with satisfaction. "These are good!" She flipped through them and thought for the second time that the photography was actually quite good.
At least, these beautiful moments can be preserved.
After the photo was taken, the two of them quieted down.
Hermione was held tightly in Draco's arms as the two stood together at the edge of the deck, watching the last rays of the setting sun.
The setting sun was slowly sinking towards the dark blue sea, and the clouds were dyed with layers of magnificent colors.
The color closest to the setting sun is orange-red, gradually blending outwards into gold powder, pale purple, and finally merging into the indigo of the horizon.
The sea surface shimmered
The last glimmers of the setting sun danced on the crests of the waves!
Seagulls in the distance spread their wings and skimmed across the sea; at this moment, the world was so quiet that only the sound of the waves and each other's heartbeats could be heard.
"By the way, how did you know the captain would thank us at the party?" Hermione suddenly remembered what happened at the dinner.
"I signed it during the exercise, didn't you forget?" Draco reminded him, "That security exercise registration form."
Hermione paused for a moment, then realized that the captain had recognized him at that moment. She sighed softly, "This captain is indeed no ordinary person."
"Hmm, a smart man," Draco commented casually, his gaze still following the last rays of the setting sun.
Just as they were speaking, the sun, which had burned all day, finally sank completely below the horizon.
Finally, only at the horizon where the sea meets the sky...
It left behind a gradually fading yet still captivating halo!
The last rays of warm sunlight fell upon the two, casting long, long shadows of their intertwined figures. Hermione nestled comfortably in his arms, her heart filled with an unprecedented peace and contentment.
As the sun sank into the sea, its last rays of warm light were swallowed by the deep blue night, leaving only a faint purplish-gray halo on the horizon.
The sea breeze also carried a noticeable chill.
Draco naturally took Hermione's hand and led her back to the presidential suite, which was sheltered from the damp chill of the sea.
The heavy door closed silently behind us, completely shutting out music, voices, and the sound of the wind from other areas of the ship.
As soon as Hermione sat down on the comfortable sofa in the living room, she looked expectantly at Draco, who was taking off his coat.
She still remembered that soul-stirring song from the piano bar.
The feeling of being struck directly by unfamiliar yet beautiful language, and the intense emotions carried behind the lyrics...
This made her eager to learn more.
" Draco," Hermione exclaimed, "What was the meaning behind that Chinese song you sang tonight?"
"Why don't you teach me Chinese? I want to know, and I want to understand all the songs you sing to me in the future."
Her intense gaze was irresistible.
Seeing her eager expression, Draco felt his vanity instantly satisfied.
He immediately switched into his theatrical form, clearing his throat dramatically and pacing back and forth on the soft carpet with his hands behind his back.
He's just like a rigid, old-fashioned scholar.
"Teach you?" Sure, but—" He stopped, held up two fingers, and rubbed them together, his face bearing the expression of a shrewd businessman negotiating a price.
" Malfoy Language Academy has a long history, a strong faculty, and an excellent reputation for teaching quality, so—it's very expensive. Miss Granger, how much tuition are you planning to pay?"
Hermione was taken aback by his sudden role-playing, then couldn't help but chuckle.