"... Just the last spoonful!" Hermione conceded. She knew Draco all too well; putting it in his mouth was definitely not a good idea!
After saying that, she quickly ate the spoonful of mousse.
Draco completely ignored her words and, to Hermione's incredulous gaze, scooped up a third spoonful.
"You..." Hermione was practically speechless with anger.
The fourth spoonful.
The fifth spoonful.
He fed her with such skill, and with each spoonful, Draco would watch her with a smile, as if performing some kind of amusing ritual.
Hermione went from initially resisting, to eventually giving up, and finally being trained to develop a conditioned reflex.
When the spoon was brought to her lips, she instinctively opened her mouth.
The small raspberry mousse was quickly finished.
To everyone's surprise, Draco put down his spoon, leaned over, and brushed his thumb across the corner of her lips, his fingers carrying a lingering sweet scent.
"I got some on my lip, so I had to wipe it off myself!"
Hermione's heart skipped a beat, a sense of foreboding rising within her. Just as she was about to turn her head away, he grabbed her chin.
The next second, a kiss landed on the corner of her lips, and Hermione felt as if she had been struck by a subtle electric current, her body trembling slightly.
Her eyes widened, her breath caught in her throat, her pupils filled with shock and disbelief, and she froze in her chair.
She tried to turn her head away, but Draco held her chin firmly, leaving her sitting stiffly with her eyelashes trembling slightly.
Only after the kiss ended and his breath subsided slightly did Hermione snap out of her petrified state. She nudged Draco and said, "You're being completely unreasonable!"
"What, can't I even kiss my own wife?" Draco laughed, in an extremely good mood.
"Stop it... Let's go, let's get out of here right now." Hermione pleaded, tugging at his sleeve, feeling like she would evaporate from shame if she stayed in that chair for even a second longer.
"Alright!" Draco finally took pity on her and nodded, standing up and pulling her up from the chair as well.
He added later, "However, you have to return it."
"Give back what?"
"I kissed you, you have to give it back to me."
" Draco, don't push your luck!"
After fleeing the restaurant in a flustered manner, Hermione was too embarrassed to stay any longer, and fearing that he would continue to demand repayment, she tried to shake off Draco's hand and walked quickly forward, creating some distance between them.
Draco had only taken two steps when he saw that there was no one around. He raised his finger slightly and silently cast a spell.
Hermione paused, feeling an irresistible force lift her up, and her body flew uncontrollably towards Draco.
The next moment, she fell into Draco's arms, her arms tightly encircling him as he had been waiting.
You can't escape!
" Draco!" Hermione exclaimed in alarm, her voice low and sharp, "You've misused magic again! And on Muggle ship!"
"Without magic, my wife is going to run away!"
Since it had already happened, Hermione was helpless. She could only glare at him angrily and struggle, but she couldn't break free from his iron-like embrace. So she turned her face away in annoyance.
"Now that everyone's gone, it's time to pay back what you owe me." Draco grabbed her chin, turning her face back to demand payment.
"Who owes you anything... You're the one who messed things up."
Draco ignored her feeble explanations and leaned closer. Their breaths instantly mingled, and Hermione's cheeks burned. She pursed her lips but did not pull away.
That appearance was clearly...
They say no, but their actions say otherwise!
But Draco didn't kiss her. Instead, he pulled her close, wrapped his arm around her waist, and Apparition with them, disappearing from the spot.
The scene shifts, and they are now at the bow of the ship in the presidential suite.
The sea breeze caressed Hermione's face, ruffling her slightly curled hair. The setting sun hung on the horizon, dyeing the entire sea a molten gold and orange-red hue, shimmering and expansive yet gentle.
Draco embraced Hermione from behind, his arms encircling her waist, pulling her into his arms. He didn't say anything, just watched the magnificent sunset with her in silence.
"How beautiful!" Hermione exclaimed softly at the sight.
After a long while, as the sun sank further and the sky grew even darker, Draco finally lowered his head and kissed him.
It wasn't that light, fleeting touch of the corner of her lips like before.
As Hermione trembled slightly, Draco sucked on her lower lip, gently tracing its shape with the tip of his tongue.
The deep kiss left Hermione weak all over, so she could only grab his arm that was wrapped around her waist and passively endure the kiss, her senses amplified to an extreme degree at that moment.
As Draco suckled, Hermione's body gradually went limp, her grip on his arm loosened, and she even began to respond to him, but at that moment Draco pulled away...
Under Draco's gentle yet somewhat forceful touch, Hermione gradually softened like melted sugar water, her fingers, which had been tightly gripping his arm, slowly loosened their hold.
Then, with his eyes closed and head tilted back, he responded to Draco.
But just as she let go of all her inhibitions and became completely absorbed in the kiss, Draco suddenly pulled back slightly, ending the kiss.
This caught Hermione off guard. With her lips still raised, she instinctively wanted to chase after him, as if to reclaim all the tenderness she hadn't gotten yet and sound the horn of her counterattack.
Her nose bumped only against his collar, and she opened her eyes abruptly to find Draco's face with a mocking smile.
In an instant, a feeling of shame and annoyance welled up inside me.
Hermione's cheeks flushed red, her eyes were soft and confused, and her lips were slightly swollen and red. She looked at him, so angry that she couldn't speak for a long time.
"You did it on purpose..." That little bit of unconscious initiative just now became evidence that made her feel utterly ashamed.
As she spoke, she clenched her fist and punched Draco in the chest.
" Draco, you're so mean..."
"I'm almost suffocating, Miss Granger, aren't you satisfied yet?"
These words were like a spark, completely igniting all of Hermione's pent-up shame and anger. She grabbed his collar, pulled him down forcefully, stood on tiptoe, and kissed him without saying a word.
This kiss lacked the previous awkwardness and panic; it was filled with defiance and a counterattack, crashing hard onto his lips.
Draco paused for a moment, then his teasing turned into doting affection. He wrapped his arms around her tightly, letting her playfully entangle him, indulging her rare impulsiveness and initiative.
That kiss was entirely driven by shame and anger.
Hermione, who had little experience in taking initiative, moved clumsily and hastily, merely venting her anger by rubbing her lips against his.
Draco was both amused and exasperated, so he gently but firmly took over the reins and returned the kiss earnestly.
The sea breeze, carrying the warmth of the setting sun, gently caressed their hair. Hermione's tense body gradually softened, her hands gripping her collar slowly loosened, and her breathing became erratic. No matter how embarrassed or annoyed she was, she could only obediently succumb to his tenderness.
After an unknown amount of time, the two separated slightly, their breaths mingling, both breathing lightly.
Hermione then belatedly realized how impulsive she had been, lowered her head, and said shyly, "You're not allowed to laugh at me..."
"I won't laugh at you, Miss Granger is very brave."