The following morning, the sun was shining brightly and the sea breeze was gentle. There weren't many people in the pool on the lower deck; most guests had stayed up late and couldn't get up in the morning. Only a few people were sunbathing.
After breakfast, Hermione was reading in her cradle when suddenly a hand reached out and snatched the book from her hands.
"I was held up by Diana's matter before, but the weather is nice today, so come with me to catch up on your swimming lesson."
"Now?" Hermione was pulled out of her reverie, hesitantly asking, "But I haven't finished this chapter yet..."
"I want to read a little longer. Swimming isn't urgent; we can do it another day." Hermione knew this guy's nature.
Once someone gets the urge, it's definitely not going to be anything good.
"If you don't agree, I'll use the old method." Draco leaned closer to her. "You know I have plenty of ways to take advantage of people."
"You rascal..." Hermione's face flushed.
"Hehe, let's go." Draco chuckled, giving Hermione no chance to back out. He casually tossed the book aside, then slipped his arms under Hermione's armpits and, with a slight pull—
Hermione was scooped up by Draco like a large doll, and Draco bounced her around before heading towards the dressing room.
"Hey, I can walk by myself!" Hermione wrapped her arms around his neck and reflexively hooked her legs around his waist.
This position allowed her to hang entirely on Draco's body.
" Miss Granger, you're so hypocritical. You said you'd walk by yourself, but you were clinging to me so tightly," Draco exposed.
He then picked up Hermione and continued walking towards the wardrobe.
"That's because you suddenly hugged me, and I did it instinctively. It wasn't my intention at all..." Hermione retorted.
"Oh? Not what you meant?" Draco laughed, then playfully bounced her up, pulling her even closer into his arms until their bodies were almost perfectly aligned.
"Ah!" Hermione could only hang even tighter to avoid falling.
"Hiss! "Draco sighed inwardly.
"You..." Hermione hadn't finished speaking when Draco pinned her against the door, his arms bracing on either side of her, forming a perfect encirclement.
"I think I need to help Miss Granger change her swimsuit," Draco suggested.
"Put me down!" Hermione cried out, both embarrassed and anxious, pushing him away with her hands. "I can change myself! Who needs your help!"
But her strength was like an ant trying to shake a tree to Draco. Draco easily pulled her into the narrow space between his chest and the wall, preventing her from escaping.
"Your parents-in-law repeatedly told me to take good care of you while I'm away." Draco said this as if he were doing it for your own good, but his eyes revealed a naked aggression.
"You're just making a fuss over nothing!" Hermione's cheeks flushed red. "I'm not a baby, do I need help changing my swimsuit?!"
"Then I need it." Draco stared intently at her. " Miss Granger, as my fiancée, you should be considerate of my difficulty changing clothes. Why don't you help me change first?"
"You're dreaming!" Hermione stared at him, her eyes wide.
After saying that Hermione lowered her leg and slid down, actually managing to free herself halfway from his arms, landing on her feet.
"I'll do it myself!" Hermione shoved Draco's outstretched arm, rushed into the dressing room, and then—"bang!"
She closed and locked the walk-in closet door behind her.
Outside the door, Draco stared at the slightly trembling door for two seconds, then a joyful laugh escaped his lips.
Wow, they run fast.
"Okay, change it yourself. Call me when you're done."
Inside the door, Hermione leaned against the door panel, her heart still pounding. Hearing footsteps heading towards the other side of the dressing room, she let out a long sigh of relief, her cheeks still burning.
That bastard Malfoy... one day he'll...
After calming herself down, Hermione finally started changing into her swimsuit.
When Hermione came out wearing that conservative dark blue one-piece swimsuit, Draco was already waiting outside the door. His gaze scanned her from head to toe like a scanner, finally settling on her curves, which were becoming more and more obvious under the swimsuit.
Honey, I've noticed you seem to have gotten a tiny bit bigger?
Hermione's cheeks flushed red, but Draco, not content with that, stroked his chin and analyzed earnestly, "Tsk tsk, it seems my persistent... massage and nutritional supplements have indeed had a significant effect."
Upon hearing this, Hermione felt like she was about to explode.
Shut up! Don't say another word!
She doesn't want to hear that kind of analysis!
What massage to promote it? It's clearly his restless hands moving around every night... How could this guy say something so lewd...?
Draco, whose mouth was covered by her, could only make "woo-woo" sounds, but his eyes curved into crescent moons with laughter.
"I'm going to the pool! You can be smug all you want!" Hermione felt uneasy under his gaze, and if she stayed in this room filled with an ambiguous atmosphere any longer, she was afraid she might actually hit him.
Hermione abruptly pulled her hand back and fled.
"It's better to be bigger, it'll be more comfortable to hold." Draco muttered to himself as he watched her hastily flee.
After saying that, he followed him out.
Under the sunlight, Hermione was already soaking in the pool, trying to cool off the heat on her face with the cool water. Meanwhile, the culprit was walking over unhurriedly, sunlight shining on Draco's face, which wore a smile that Hermione both loved and hated.
Draco entered the water, Hermione slightly distanced herself.
"Today I'll teach you freestyle." Draco said casually, clearing his throat as his eyes darted over Hermione. "First, keep your body level, alternate arm strokes, and whip your legs..."
Draco then gave her a simple demonstration of the movements.
Hermione followed suit.
"I'll take you for a swim, so you can get a feel for the rhythm," Draco said, pressing himself against Hermione's back.
"Wait, wait a minute! You don't need to be so close, do you?" Hermione froze, the warm touch and masculine scent from her back making her scalp tingle and unable to concentrate.
"This is called immersive learning; feeling the resistance of the water is the most crucial thing," Draco said, spouting nonsense with a straight face, while his arms began to guide her in the water. "Relax, follow my rhythm..."
What rhythm? Hermione felt like a puppet being manipulated by him, her back pressed tightly against his chest.
Every time they practiced swimming, their bodies would interact, causing Hermione's mind to buzz...
They didn't care about paddling techniques at all!
"Stop! I'm not learning anymore!" Hermione's cheeks flushed red. She finally couldn't take it anymore and struggled to break free from his embrace.