Upon hearing this, Draco's expression stiffened. He quickly glanced at Hermione, who was still fast asleep, and only after confirming that she hadn't woken up did he breathe a sigh of relief and say seriously, "Don't talk nonsense."
Unfazed, Trillian leaned close to his ear with a wicked grin and threatened him in a voice only the two of them could hear:
"Young Master, you don't want the Young Madam to find out, do you?"
Draco's lips twitched.
This plot... it feels so familiar!
However, having her weakness exploited, Draco had no choice but to compromise. "Alright, I give up. What kind of compensation do you want?"
Trillian's eyes lit up, and a triumphant smile appeared on her face. She said, "Since it's compensation, it has to be something practical."
"Stop." Draco looked at her warily. "The young master doesn't sell himself. You'd better nip those crazy ideas in the bud."
"Who wants yours! Stop thinking about people in such a dirty way, okay?" Trillian gave him a disdainful look. "You, young master, are just a greenhorn who hasn't even grown his hair yet... I don't want you."
Upon hearing this, Draco felt his male dignity was challenged and retorted, "You just said Hermione was lucky! Let me tell you the truth, I even have to wear tight underwear, just so I don't make others feel inferior!"
"That only means it's not fully developed yet, and there's still room for improvement," Trillian added mercilessly.
Draco's brow twitched. He abandoned the pointless argument and asked, "... So what kind of compensation do you want?"
"Just get me some fun stuff from the Wizarding World."
"That's no problem," Draco readily agreed.
"And another condition," Trillian added, "You also have to tell me how you saved that cruise ship."
"Isn't that too greedy?" Draco laughed.
"If you seize an opportunity, you have to be greedy and take the big one!" Trillian said confidently, "Otherwise, you won't have the chance to be greedy later."
Seeing that Trillian was determined not to be taken advantage of, Draco chuckled helplessly and agreed, "Alright, whatever you say."
"Thank you, young master!" Trillian was overjoyed. If Hermione hadn't been there, she would have hugged Draco and given him a kiss.
Draco gathered his thoughts, lowered his voice, and told Trillian how he had used Mending Charm to repair the ship's hull, and then used Transfiguration to transform the flooded seawater into countless marine creatures, allowing them to swim out of the cabin on their own, thus averting the crisis.
Trillian listened intently, her eyes filled with amazement and longing. Although she had already witnessed Draco's extraordinary abilities, after hearing his account of that night, she realized that this man was far more unfathomable than she had imagined.
It's not as simple as knowing a little magic; it's the powerful ability to single-handedly reverse a shipwreck.
After a long silence, Trillian said with genuine emotion, "... Magic is truly amazing."
Draco didn't reply. Trillian, snapping out of her reverie, didn't forget to remind him of the important matter, "Young Master, I've finished listening to the magic story. Don't forget the magical little item you promised me!"
"Don't worry," Draco replied casually, "I remember. Let me go back and think about it carefully, and I'll pick out a few unique ones for you."
"I love you to death, young master!"
Trillian gently wrapped her arms around Draco's neck, completely satisfied.
Draco shook his head and sighed inwardly: It's really troublesome to have such a clingy little thief. He can't shake him off or get rid of him. He occasionally causes a bunch of small troubles, but when it comes to important matters, he's obedient and sensible... and he even gives him a lot of help.
As my thoughts settled, the rosy glow of the sunrise spread out across the sky. A red sun broke free from the sea's edge and slowly rose, its golden-red light covering the vast blue sea. The shimmering waves rippled with the sea breeze, creating the most beautiful and romantic moment of the entire sunrise.
Draco naturally didn't want his little wife to miss such a magnificent sight, but a playful idea popped into his head.
Hermione was having trouble breathing and woke up groggily. Opening her eyes, she found Draco's face inches away, pinching his nose and pressing his lips to hers.
Seeing that she was awake, Draco released his hand from pinching her nose, but his lips remained pressed against hers.
Hermione was a little confused, but then she caught sight of Trillian sitting at the other end of the sofa, resting her chin on her hand and smiling at them.
Hermione's cheeks flushed bright red. She quickly pushed Draco away, finally able to breathe freely, her sleepiness completely gone. "What are you doing!"
"A wake-up call, huh? I thought the sunrise was at its most beautiful, but you were sleeping so soundly, so I had to wake you up this way," Draco said casually with a smile.
Being kissed awake in front of Trillian, Hermione was so embarrassed she wanted to disappear into the ground. She glared at Draco and snapped, "... Couldn't you just wake me up normally?"
"I'm afraid you won't be able to get up if I wake you up normally."
"Don't be shy, I'm more than envious."
Trillian said with a grin.
These words made Hermione even more embarrassed. She playfully punched Draco's arm and complained, "It's all your fault!"
Draco chuckled as he took the punch, then casually grasped her fist as it swung at him, pointing ahead and reminding her, "Honey, the sunrise is at its most beautiful now, are you still going to sleep?"
Hermione followed his gaze and finally saw the scene before her: a bright red sun had completely risen above the sea, painting the entire sky a magnificent golden-red.
The sea shimmered, and the distant clouds were dyed in layers of orange and rose red, a breathtaking sight.
Seabirds soared through the air, emitting long, drawn-out calls.
Only then did Hermione realize that Draco had woken her up because he didn't want her to miss this fleeting romantic moment.
Hermione was surprised to find herself falling asleep at such a romantic moment. Thinking about it, she blushed again and could only silently lean closer to Draco, resting her head on his shoulder once more.
However, to be fair,
This guy's way of waking people up is really...
"It's all your fault last night... You made me sleep so soundly this morning that I almost missed the sunrise." Hermione's words were vague, but the fact that she didn't say what she had done left much to the imagination.
After listening, Trillian guessed most of the reason. "It seems you two were up very late again last night?"
The perceptive Trillian, standing to the side, asked with amusement:
"You guys were up really late again last night?"
Draco smirked and casually teased:
"Nothing much happened, except she had a lot of sex last night..."
"Shut up! Don't say another word!" Hermione's heart skipped a beat, her cheeks flushed red, and she quickly covered his mouth in a panic.
She secretly fumed to herself: I told him not to move around after he fell asleep, but he's always such a restless sleeper. I absolutely can't let him put his hands inside his clothes again next time.