"Stop it... I have to get up early tomorrow..." Hermione was too tired to resist and could only beg for mercy again.
Getting up early won't delay the present.
Fingers, like snakes, probe the mountain path, winding their way through the mountain's belly to its summit.
Hermione was so aroused by him that she went limp and eventually had no choice but to give up resisting. After all that, Hermione was completely exhausted.
Of course, this unrestrained exploration was limited to this.
Below that lies a forbidden zone where humans are prohibited.
After being tossed and turned for a while, Hermione was panting lightly, her cheeks flushed, and she said reproachfully, "Are you asking for Fawley, or are you giving Fawley?"
Upon hearing this, Draco paused, then asked with a mischievous grin, "Honey, do you think this is Fawley for you?"
"N-no, that's not it!" Hermione stammered, her cheeks burning, and she ran away in embarrassment, quickly trying to cover it up. "Don't misunderstand me, that's not what I meant at all!"
Draco chuckled, not calling her out on it, but after a moment's hesitation, he said confidently, "It's no use denying it; your body is much more honest than your mouth."
Hermione, filled with shame and indignation, punched him in the chest. "You scoundrel... I've never seen anyone so eager to find fault with me."
"This is a win-win situation for both of us. I benefit from it, and you also benefit from improved blood circulation, which is good for your development."
"Grow taller than you!" Hermione almost kicked him off the bed. "Go to sleep! If you don't behave, get off the bed!"
"Okay, whatever you say, wife," Draco replied with a grin, but his hand remained in place, refusing to move.
Hermione felt that familiar tingling sensation all over her body again:
"You're here again... I already said I was going to sleep."
"I wasn't making a fuss," Draco explained innocently. "I just wanted to find a safe place for my hand."
"How am I supposed to sleep like this..." Hermione said through gritted teeth, then pulled his hand out of her pajamas and put it aside.
"Alright, I'll put it back quietly after you fall asleep, is that alright?" Draco grinned crookedly.
"You dare!" Hermione was completely defeated by him and threatened fiercely, "If you dare to touch me while I'm asleep and wake me up, you can forget about ever touching me again."
"... The real culprit." Draco sensed the seriousness in her tone and became obedient, placing his hands on her waist.
Hermione ignored him, turned over, facing away from him, closed her eyes, and tried to calm herself down.
"Want to watch the sunrise in the morning?" Draco changed the subject.
Hermione paused, her tense body and mind relaxing. She nodded obediently and softly replied, "Mmm."
Then he asked:
"... What time will we see the sunrise tomorrow morning?"
"Soon, around five o'clock," Draco replied softly, then hugged her tightly. "I'll call you."
"Good!"
The two fell asleep peacefully in each other's arms.
The faint light on the horizon grew clearer.
The sky was just before dawn, the early morning still and gentle.
The system woke Draco. He glanced at the sky outside the window, tinged with a pale purple by the morning light, rested in bed for a while to allow his body to gradually recover, checked the time, and softly called to the girl in his arms, "Wife, the sunrise is about to begin."
Hermione groggily opened her eyes, rubbed them, glanced at the brightening sky outside the window, and gradually regained consciousness.
"Mmm!" Hermione responded. Draco let her rest for a while, and after she had sobered up a bit, the two sat up. Draco draped a light blanket over her and put on his coat, as it might have been a bit chilly in the early morning. They then moved to the terrace.
The sea breeze was cool and gentle. On the distant horizon, the clouds were dyed a brilliant orange-red. The sea surface shimmered as if it were covered with a layer of broken gold. At this moment, the public deck on the lower deck of the cruise ship was already full of passengers. Some leaned on the railing to look out, some chatted in hushed tones, and most of them were travelers who had not slept all night.
They all eagerly awaited the sunrise, for their sea voyage was drawing to a close, and they were all looking forward to a new journey.
Draco used his Accio Spell to summon a sofa from inside the room, and the two sat down side by side, with Hermione resting her head gently on his shoulder.
The two sat quietly, waiting for the sunrise.
After waiting and sitting for a while, Draco was immersed in the peaceful and beautiful atmosphere when he suddenly felt a gentle, even breath on his neck, brushing against his skin.
Draco looked down in the morning light and saw that his young wife's brows were relaxed, her face serene; she had fallen asleep sometime earlier.
Draco chuckled to himself. The sky was clearly glowing with increasing brilliance, a golden-red hue, the sunrise slowly unfolding, about to usher in its most beautiful spectacle, yet no one wanted to miss a single second.
Hermione, however, seemed completely uninterested in the so-called romantic sunrise view, and simply leaned against him and fell asleep peacefully.
He was left alone here, secretly fantasizing about a beautiful scenario...
Well, Draco gently adjusted his position to make her more comfortable, then looked back at the gradually brightening sea. He decided to wait until the most beautiful moment before waking her.
Just then, he heard footsteps behind him. Draco turned his head slightly and glanced at the figure out of the corner of his eye. The figure nimbly vaulted over the suite railing and landed silently on the platform.
When she saw Draco and Hermione snuggling together on the sofa, she frowned, sullenly walked over to them, and was about to accuse Draco of being selfish and not watching the sunrise when he put a finger to his lips and whispered a reminder:
Hermione is asleep.
Trillian swallowed back the complaint that was on the tip of her tongue. She could only carefully walk to the empty seat to Draco's left, sit down next to him, and lower her voice to complain, "Young Master, you're so unfair! You didn't even invite me to watch the sunrise..."
"Disturbing someone's sleep is no good idea," Draco said frankly, then countered, "You're a thief, aren't you usually obsessed with money and jewels? You should be allergic to these romantic notions of sunrise and sunset."
Trillian pouted and retorted coquettishly, "Young Master~ I'm a little girl in love right now, okay? Of course I yearn for romance too."
If it were the ruthless thief, Trillian, who was only interested in profit in the past, she would never have been so enamored with the fleeting romance of sunrise and sunset.
Draco, who was almost choked by her, quickly stopped her:
"Speak properly..."
"I don't care," Trillian Lian snorted, "This time it was your fault, young master, you must make it up to me."
"Okay, it's my fault! Next time we're looking at scenery, I'll call you first, okay?" Draco was most afraid of her nagging.
"Really?" Trillian asked skeptically.
"Of course, a gentleman's word is as good as his bond."
In response, Trillian scoffed, her tone laced with sarcasm. "Back at the gambling den, you practically took advantage of me, touching me everywhere you should and shouldn't have. And now you're telling me you're a gentleman?"