"You don't know, do you?" Draco's smile deepened; he thoroughly enjoyed the feeling of having the upper hand in knowledge.
"I thought yoga was just a simple exercise to stretch your muscles and calm your mind," Hermione confessed.
However, she believed what Draco said, because Draco's knowledge in certain areas was indeed more extensive than hers.
Although this guy doesn't read much, the Malfoy family's influence is undeniable, and he probably knows more from it than he could learn by spending a month in the library.
"In India scriptures, the male and female genitalia are called lingam and yogini. The union of the two is yoga. Now you can understand why these movements seem strange, right?"
Draco's explanation stunned Hermione and Trillian.
The two of them simultaneously abandoned the poses and sat cross-legged on the yoga mat, looking at Draco with expressions of curiosity.
"Are you kidding me?" Hermione asked incredulously.
"Do I look like I'm joking?" Draco asked seriously. "In that country, there's a profession called temple prostitutes. They're kept in temples, specifically for bald men to engage in 'dual cultivation'."
"Dual cultivation?!" Trillian's eyes lit up.
Draco nodded. "So now you understand? Why did you find those movements strange? The cobra pose... Where do you think these poses came from?"
"And why do we meditate after yoga? Of course, it's because we're tired and need to rest," Draco added.
"So..." Hermione finally realized, her cheeks flushing, "You're teaching us yoga, so you're up to no good again?"
"I'm innocent!" Draco exclaimed earnestly.
"How can this be called bad water? It was originally used by the ancients to enhance intimacy and promote harmony between spouses. Besides, didn't you, Miss Granger, think that practicing yoga was very beneficial?"
Caught off guard, Hermione's blush deepened, and she looked somewhat embarrassed. "I didn't know the true meaning of those moves... If I had known, I wouldn't have practiced them!"
"Let's practice some basics then," Draco suggested. "Basic poses really do relax muscles and relieve fatigue."
"But aren't basic poses and advanced poses from the same system, essentially the same?" Hermione asked, puzzled.
"Pretty much," Draco shrugged. "Anyway, it increases flexibility, allowing you to perform more difficult poses."
"So that's how it is..." Hermione was speechless. So this is what the so-called basic and advanced levels meant—not a progression in the difficulty of the movements, but rather... She dared not think any further.
"What's the big deal?" Draco said nonchalantly. "As long as you don't have the wrong mindset, and you treat it as a regular stretching exercise, practicing some basic relaxation techniques, there's nothing to be ashamed of."
"That's true..." Hermione nodded slightly.
"I want to practice the more difficult ones!" Trillian suddenly raised her hand and asked, her eyes gleaming with eagerness.
"Why are you practicing this? You already fell over in that 'bow pose' earlier, and you still want to challenge yourself with something more difficult?" Hermione frowned slightly.
"Well... it's just... I wanted to challenge myself..." Trillian's eyes flickered, and she stammered.
"You wouldn't be thinking of using these intimate gestures to get closer to the young master, would you?"
"Oh, Hermione, don't make wild guesses. I just wanted to improve my flexibility, I didn't think about anything else." Trillian chuckled and waved her hand to cover up her misunderstanding, her smile slightly awkward.
"Then let's practice the basic version," Draco interjected at the opportune moment. "Anyway, I can adjust the posture myself, right, honey?"
"All you ever think about are these random, nonsensical things. You're never serious for a moment," Hermione snapped irritably.
"You're blaming me again?" Draco said, feeling wronged. "I'm very restrained every day, okay? I don't think about these things every day. If it were really like you say, I would have given in long ago."
"Agreed!" Trillian stood by Draco's side, because no matter how she tried to seduce Draco, he wouldn't cross the line.
"Then explain yourself properly, why are you so proficient in these yoga poses?" Hermione stared at Draco suspiciously.
"You've forgotten? Your husband is an expert in everything; there's nothing I can't do," Draco said smugly.
Remembering Draco's magic pocket, Hermione found herself unable to find a reason to refute. "Fine, you pass."
"Shall we continue?" Draco asked with a smile.
Hermione nodded, agreeing that practicing the basic version wouldn't hurt, since it was just some basic stretching exercises.
So the three of them continued practicing for the rest of the afternoon, until the sunlight shifted from the French windows to the west, before they finally prepared to go to the restaurant for lunch.
The dinner was relaxed and pleasant. After dinner, Draco immediately went to Hermione's side and asked softly with a hint of anticipation, "Honey, want to go to the movies tonight?"
Remembering that she had indeed promised Draco she would go to the movies today, Hermione nodded. "Okay, let's go."
Stepping out of the restaurant, night had already fallen. The man and two women headed towards the movie theater. Upon reaching the screening room, Draco asked Hermione, "Honey, what movie do you want to see?"
"Didn't you already make a decision?" Hermione glanced at him.
" Miss Granger is so clever," Draco admitted with a grin. Hermione rolled her eyes. "You're the one with the most schemes."
"I was just trying to be considerate of your feelings," Draco explained. "Next time, we can choose something you like. Besides, our tastes might even clash."
"Guess what type I like?" Hermione probed.
"Movies adapted from classic works, documentary-style educational films, historical documentaries, heartwarming and healing family films, and most importantly, logically rigorous suspenseful mystery films," Draco blurted out.
Hermione was stunned. She hadn't expected Draco to guess all her preferences. She felt a surge of sweetness, her face flushed and her heart pounded.
"Of course," Draco whispered in her ear, his voice tinged with a hint of mischief, "I can see not only into Miss Granger 'Miss Granger heart, but also into her outward appearance."
Hermione understood his implication: he had used his X-Ray Vision to see what was under her clothes. Annoyed and embarrassed, she pinched Draco's ribs. "Shut up."
"Hiss!" Draco pulled his wrist away, then chuckled. "What's wrong? Did I say something right?"
If you say that again, I'm not going to the movie.
"Okay, okay, I won't say anymore."
Seeing the two of them joking and behaving affectionately, Trillian suddenly became interested and looked at Draco with expectant eyes, asking, "Young Master, why don't you guess what movies I like to watch?"
Draco glanced at her indifferently and casually said, "Is there even a need to guess? It's bound to be a thrilling treasure hunt adventure, or a dashing rogue thief movie."
"This is boring," Trillian, her face falling.
Draco and Hermione exchanged a smile.