"So what if I was born in the Year of the Dog?" Hermione shoved him away forcefully, immediately sat up, and rubbed her reddened eyes.
Then he immediately brought up that matter again. "He's still better than some people! He's so caring and considerate towards other women, saving them in the middle of the night, personally feeding them medicine and taking care of them!"
"I'm really scared of you, Hermione Granger! I... I'm still a virgin!" Draco was completely worn down by her persistence.
These words made Hermione freeze, her face immediately turning bright red. She understood Draco's subtext: he was using the most direct way to prove that there was nothing between him and Diana that had crossed the line!
"What nonsense are you spouting! Who asked you that! And... and how would I know if you're lying!"
"Fine! You don't believe me, huh?" Draco was exasperated by her stubbornness. "I can prove it to you!"
" Purity of Spirit and Flesh!" He used a special spell, chanting the incantation. A soft, moonlit silver halo slowly drifted towards Draco, enveloping him entirely.
A halo of light swirled around Draco for a moment.
Immediately afterwards, several characters gradually emerged from the center of the silver halo, forming a short phrase:
Intact and pure.
This spell is Purity Detection Spell, capable of detecting the purity of the soul and body. Its results cannot be faked, nor can they be deceived or reversed by any known Potions or magic.
The halo and runes slowly dissipated into the air, and silence returned to the room. Draco bent down again, holding the still dazed Hermione tightly in his arms, and asked with a wronged expression:
" Miss Granger, do you see clearly? 'Intact and pure,' the spell's effect doesn't lie. Now, can't you prove that I have nothing left with her, or with anyone else?"
Hermione was stunned. Her earlier aggressive demeanor, like a fierce little lion, completely crumbled after witnessing the result of the ancient spell.
The shimmering silver runes were like the loudest slap in the face, striking her reason, which was clouded by jealousy and unease.
Overwhelmed with shame, her cheeks burned intensely. Under Draco's gaze, she turned her face away in a fit of anger and whispered:
"... Who's the same as everyone else? What's there to be so smug about!"
Hermione regretted it as soon as she said it, and her face turned even redder.
"I know," Draco said with a silly grin.
"My Hermione is the best and most devoted. It's my fault. I shouldn't have taken care of someone else alone so late at night, making you suffer!"
"If you dare do this again, just you wait..."
"So... shouldn't we... discuss how to get rid of this 'title' together?"
Hermione felt weak all over and her heart pounded as he hinted at his words and moved closer. Her earlier jealousy had long since vanished. She tried to pull away in shame and indignation, but he easily grabbed her wrist, intertwined their fingers, and pressed her down onto the soft bed.
"Don't do anything reckless..."
"Who told you to get jealous so easily and accuse me without even knowing the facts? I've decided, I'm going to eat you up tonight."
"If you dare to do anything reckless, I will never forgive you..."
"Call me husband! Otherwise, I can't guarantee what I might do..." Draco pressed down on her, straddling her.
Hermione groaned softly under his weight, sinking into the soft mattress. Draco's warm breath brushed against her neck, making the fine hairs on the back of her neck stand on end.
"You... you get up!" Her face flushed instantly, and she tried to push against his chest with her hands, but her strength was insignificant under the pressure exerted by Draco, and it was more like a feigned rejection.
Actually, a single sound wouldn't have mattered to her, but at this moment it carried a hint of punishment. Feeling ashamed, she bit her lip, refusing to speak, yet not daring to struggle too much.
I'm afraid that any action might trigger even more "uncontrollable" consequences.
"Not calling?" Draco's voice carried a dangerous undertone. "Then I'll have to take some other measures, Hermione."
"You... you're shameless!" she finally couldn't help but shout.
"Shameless?" Draco nuzzled her neck with his nose. "Compared to the bite you just took, what is this?"
"Will you call me or not?" He moved even closer.
"My lord..." Hermione finally gave in.
"What? I didn't hear you." He frowned, pretending to be upset.
"Husband!" Hermione raised her voice in annoyance and turned to glare at him, only to meet his smiling eyes.
"That's more like it, Miss!" Draco smiled with satisfaction.
"Can you get up now? You're so heavy!" Hermione said coquettishly, pushing Draco off her.
"Not angry anymore?" Draco smiled, bracing his arm beside her and lifting his body to give her some space, but he didn't leave completely, still hovering above her.
"Who's angry... I'm not." Hermione turned her head away.
Upon hearing this, Draco lay down on his side, pulled her into his arms again, and said in a possessive tone:
"My first time, of course, should be reserved for this... the most jealous and most uncontrollable Miss Granger."
With a "boom," Hermione's mind went completely blank.
"You shameless person!" She panicked and didn't know what to do. She grabbed the messy blanket next to her and pulled it up with all her might, covering herself completely from head to toe, curling up into a small, bulging ball on the bed.
"What, you don't want it?"
"Who, who took your virginity! Stop talking!"
Her voice, filled with shame and indignation, came from under the covers.
Looking at the violently heaving "blanket roll" on the bed, Draco chuckled and reached out to gently pat the bulge, "I won't say anything more, you little jealous devil. Don't suffocate yourself."
"Shut up... Don't call me 'little jealous girl'!"
Another muffled protest came from under the covers.
"Are you coming out or not? If you stay inside any longer, you'll suck up all the oxygen." Draco knocked on the door as if knocking on a door.
"I'm not coming out!"
"If the little rabbit doesn't come out, the big bad wolf will have to go in!" Draco also crawled inside, embracing the curled-up body from behind. The space inside was cramped, and their breaths began to mingle.
Then a hot hand slipped inside, its palm resting against the delicate, soft skin of her waist, gently caressing it.
"Ugh..." Hermione felt as if she'd been struck by lightning; her already sensitive body instantly went limp. Instinctively, she grabbed his wandering wrist, her voice trembling as she tried to stop him. "Don't touch me like that..."
"Can't I even have a little fun? Wasn't the proof just now enough?" Draco let her hold him.
"You said you wouldn't touch me... Stop it..." Hermione was burning from the caresses, her waist twisting slightly under his palms as she tried to avoid the deadly touch, her voice soft and trembling.
"That was before, I didn't say now." Draco pressed his advantage, his hand tracing the graceful curve of her waist, slowly moving upwards, already touching the lower edge of her ribs...