Before she could react, a gentle warmth suddenly flowed from Draco's palm above her head.
This warm current gently yet rapidly spread from my forehead throughout my body, like soaking in a comfortably warm hot spring.
Immediately afterwards, a strange feeling occurred.
Countless unfamiliar syllables, characters, strokes, grammatical rules, and word meanings that seem to carry a certain familiar rhythm...
Everything flooded into her mind in an instant!
Hermione seemed to instantly read, listen to, and understand countless pieces of information about Chinese. The square characters with their horizontal, vertical, and diagonal strokes were no longer incomprehensible, and the rising and falling tones were no longer elusive.
She actually learned Chinese instantly!
Hermione froze, instinctively glancing at the parchment where Draco had scribbled lyrics on it.
No, now she saw it clearly; what was written on it really did seem to be fragments of lyrics from " Legend."
But what Draco had pointed to and taught her to read was actually a personal note he had casually written down elsewhere.
Hermione paid no attention to any of that at the moment; her gaze was involuntarily drawn to the Chinese lyrics on the parchment.
Now I can understand every single word!
She gently stroked the still-wet ink on the writing.
When her gaze fell on the first line...
These lyrics struck right to the softest part of my heart!
The image of that sunny afternoon at the Wand Shop in Diagon Alley, London, appeared uncontrollably in my mind.
The crowd was bustling, so I went into the store myself.
When I looked up, I met a pair of arrogant eyes.
The little boy with platinum blond hair, a pale face, and well-dressed was staring intently at her.
At that time, Draco still carried a sense of alienation, like a stranger.
But for some reason, they showed unusual attention to this Muggle girl with messy hair.
He even moved closer to her, ignoring her obvious resistance, and began to talk incessantly about the history of Ollivander's Wand Shop and his own wand, his eyes filled with enthusiasm.
It seems like he's become a bit clingy since then?
Hermione's lips unconsciously curved into a sweet, soft smile.
So, that casual glance really left such a deep impression on Draco's heart?
Then her gaze involuntarily shifted to the next verse of lyrics, and when she understood the meaning of the words...
Hermione's cheeks flushed uncontrollably again.
Then my heart started pounding wildly...
Draco... after that less-than-pleasant first encounter in Diagon Alley and their subsequent parting, he... actually still remembers her?
Are you thinking of me day and night?
He even longed to reunite with her.
Those coincidences she thought were chance encounters were actually his long-planned display of deep affection!
This shock was far more disorienting than being tricked into saying "I love you" earlier...
How could Draco miss her flushed cheeks and flustered eyes? He smiled and pinched Hermione's chin, forcing her to lift her hidden face and look at him.
He pretended not to know and joked:
" Miss Granger... why is your face so red? Is it because the room is too hot, or... have you understood something you shouldn't have?"
Hermione, caught off guard, tried to look away in panic, but he held her chin, leaving her nowhere to escape.
Her face flushed even more intensely, and she could only turn her head away to avoid Draco's scorching gaze, stubbornly muttering:
"No, no... I just think... these lyrics are too exaggerated... Who would remember someone they've only met once... for so long..." Her voice trailed off.
Draco didn't believe her flimsy excuse, but he didn't expose her or press her for answers.
He simply released his grip on her chin, instead gently putting his arm around her shoulder, letting her lean against him, and then stayed with her, quietly looking at the remaining lyrics on the parchment.
Hermione leaned against him, her gaze following each word and sentence with burning warmth, imprinting them deeply into her heart.
When Hermione finished reading the last sentence, she calmed down and her face showed an emotion rarely seen on others.
Draco looked down at her adorable yet irresistibly alluring appearance, and the urge to tease her flared up again like a small flame.
"What's wrong? Look at your expression, you're so touched you're practically crying your eyes out, like you want to have my baby right now."
Hermione immediately lost her composure upon hearing this.
The tender feeling that had just moved me so deeply by the lyrics vanished like a balloon punctured by a needle.
Hermione jerked away from his embrace, sat up straight, turned her head, and glared at him with eyes that had just been brimming with tears, but were now burning with rage.
" Draco Malfoy! Didn't I tell you, you're not allowed to mention the word 'having babies' again?!"
"Especially at times like this!"
She was absolutely furious with him.
One second he was confessing his love with such a heartfelt song, and the next second he could use such vulgar and crude words to completely ruin the romantic atmosphere that he had created to make her heart flutter!
"You're so romantic! Can't you just stay romantic a little longer?" Hermione pouted, pouting.
"I didn't," Draco said with unusual frankness. "In my opinion, having and raising children with someone you love..."
"Then watching our little one grow up, and then staying by my side with Hermione, that's the most romantic thing in the world, isn't that right?"
Draco's completely unconventional romantic declaration left Hermione speechless.
She wanted to argue that "romance isn't like this," that "having a baby too early," and a whole host of other things...
But looking into Draco's earnest eyes...
Hermione felt...
What they said doesn't seem entirely unreasonable?
Although the approach is a bit crude and straightforward, the core... does seem to be about eternity and our future.
The blush that had just faded returned to her cheeks.
Hermione realized she couldn't argue with this guy at all!
Never...
Forget it, I'm completely helpless against this eccentric Young Master Malfoy anyway!
In the end, she could only helplessly lean back into his arms, burying her face so he wouldn't see her embarrassed state.
The person in his arms was both ashamed and annoyed, but ultimately leaned back obediently. This contradictory reaction only fueled Draco's playful spirit.
So he tightened his arms around her, pulling her closer, and then brought up that topic that had brought him so much profit, "Now do you think the tuition at the Malfoy Language Academy is still too high?"
"Huh?" Hermione asked, bewildered.
What's the tuition fee?
"Of course, it's the tuition for my Chinese lessons." Draco lowered his head, bringing his face close to her bright red ear, a wicked grin spreading across his face...