"What's wrong, honey?" Draco answered the Two-Way Mirror.
"Where have you been so late at night? Why aren't you back yet?" Hermione's complaining and worried voice came from the mirror.
She seemed to have returned to their suite.
The background is the familiar layout of their bedroom.
"Missed me?" Draco asked with a smile.
"I didn't miss you... It's just that the wind was strong on the ship and it was late at night, and I was a little worried because you hadn't come back."
"I'll be right back. I'm in the bathroom right now! Want to see?" Draco said to the mirror with a cheeky grin, deliberately moving the mirror down a little as he laughed.
"You shameless bastard!" Hermione's cheeks flushed red, and she slapped the mirror as she said, "Hurry up and get back here!"
"Okay, okay, I'll be right there, I'll be there in a flash. Sweetie, why don't you stay in your room and read for a while, or just think about me?"
"I don't miss you! Come back quickly, I'm sleepy!" Hermione urged, blushing, and was about to disconnect.
"Okay!" Draco was also about to hang up, get dressed, and go back when...
"Ugh... it's so hot... it's so uncomfortable... give it to me..."
A soft, delicate moan suddenly came from the direction of the bedroom, entered the sound-collecting range of the Two-Way Mirror, and fell into Hermione's ears on the other side of the mirror without any obstruction.
The voice was soft and weak.
The last vague "Give me..." is particularly suggestive and full of unspoken ambiguity.
Draco's expression changed drastically. He looked at Diana in shock, who seemed to be groaning unconsciously in her sleep due to dry mouth after S.P.E.W. and the heat brought on by the alcohol.
Then he suddenly turned around and looked at the Two-Way Mirror.
In the mirror, Hermione's blush and shyness vanished the instant she heard the voice, replaced by a somber expression.
"Wife, let me explain, it's not what you think..." Draco tried to explain, but didn't know where to begin.
"I don't want to hear it," Hermione said coldly.
"Honey, don't overthink it! It's really not what you think! I'm coming back right now! I'll explain it to you in person!"
After saying that Draco used Apparition to return to his bedroom.
Upon landing, he pulled Hermione into a tight embrace, gripping her waist and giving her no chance to escape.
"Let me go!" Hermione struggled violently, her elbows slamming into Draco's chest with astonishing force, like hard weapons. " Malfoy, let go!"
"Mind your own business, why are you hugging me!" Her eyes reddened, and she refused to lean against Draco's chest, turning her head desperately to the side, her hair brushing against her cheeks in disarray.
"Don't move!" Draco tightened his arms, locking her, who was still struggling desperately, firmly between his chest and his arms.
" Hermione, let me finish. If you still think I'm unforgivable after I've said all that, then you can decide whether to hit me, yell at me, or never speak to me again, okay?"
"... I don't want to hear it." Hermione said, her struggle weakening, but she still stiffly pressed against Draco.
"You have to listen!" Draco's voice hardened slightly, but he quickly softened his tone, trying to persuade her with logic, " Hermione, think about it..."
"If I had really done something to wrong you, I would be too ashamed to even answer your call so openly. Why would I joke with you and ask if you wanted to watch me take a shower? Would I be that stupid?"
Hermione's struggles weakened considerably, and she retorted, "Who knows... if you're just faking it?"
Feeling that the body in his arms had finally stopped resisting violently, Draco seized the opportunity and briefly summarized the situation for her.
"... That's how it is. If I've uttered even half a lie, may I..." He was eager to make a solemn oath.
"Stop talking!" Hermione interrupted him.
She stopped struggling, but didn't turn around either. She just let him hold her, standing there, lost in thought.
"I didn't lie to you, and I'm not hiding anything from you. If you don't believe me, I'll take you to her room right now so you can see for yourself, okay?" Draco felt a huge weight lifted from his shoulders.
"Good..."
So he Apparition with Hermione back to Diana's room, put his arm around her shoulder, and opened the door.
As soon as the door opened, a strong smell of alcohol hit me.
After entering the room, Hermione's gaze lingered on Draco's face for two seconds before shifting away and slowly sweeping across the entire room.
A strong smell of alcohol, a messy bed, suspicious water stains by the bedside, and... an unconscious woman on the bed.
Just then, Diana seemed to shift uncomfortably in bed due to the heat from the alcohol and the discomfort in her stomach.
Her collar was disheveled, revealing a small patch of snow-white skin. Her posture was messy and disheveled, making her look particularly alluring.
Seeing this, Hermione frowned, her expression growing even colder. Without a word, she strode over.
She bent down, reached out, grabbed the loose fabric of her neckline, and pulled it up forcefully to cover the exposed skin completely. Then she pulled the thin blanket that had been kicked off and covered Diana with it again, even tucking the corners of the blanket in.
After doing all this, she straightened up, turned around, and stared straight at Draco without saying a word.
It's as if they're asking Draco, "Your clothes are a mess, you're so drunk, and there are only the two of you in the room. How do you explain that?"
"You saw it clearly, didn't you?" Draco felt a chill run down his spine from her gaze and had no choice but to explain, "She wasn't naked at all; she was fully dressed when I was here."
After saying that, he hurriedly pointed to the carpet and trash can beside the bed:
"Look at the floor! Look at the trash can! She threw up everywhere! She just threw up all over me! My coat is in there, it's covered in that stuff, it's disgusting!"
"I had to take a shower because I was covered in vomit. Do you think I could bring myself to lay a hand on a woman who reeks of alcohol and is vomiting uncontrollably?"
"Oh?" Hermione crossed her arms and looked at him coldly.
Her jealousy didn't subside; instead, his eagerness to distance himself only intensified her displeasure.
"So, according to you, if she hadn't vomited and was lying here smelling delicious, you would have been able to bring yourself to do it?" she retorted.
"No, absolutely not!" Draco quickly waved his hands.
"Alright, I'll settle this score with you when we get back." Hermione didn't want to continue the conversation in this room filled with the smell of alcohol and women, so she asked a new question.
"Don't you have your precious ' Treasure Chest '? It's full of hangover remedies and stuff, right? Just give her some hangover cures, isn't that enough? Do you really need to be here 'close and personal' with her, to the point where she has to take a shower and change clothes?"
"I think you're just... trying to take this opportunity to do something, or at least you're enjoying it and don't want to leave, right?"