Hi everyone! Happy New Year (well it's just 7 days, not too late to say that)!

I have been absolutely busy these days, working on essay and revision (I admit I still haven't finished them yet), applying for home student fee.

I bought two games from Steam, which caused to binge playing until my laptop gets really overheated. Apart from that, I also watched Youtubers streaming The Walking Dead. When I watch Season 2, I have the feeling that I potentially have Stockholm Syndrome, I find myself liking and justifying for Carver, which shocks me a bit.

If you had not noticed, I published the first chapter of a new story a few days ago, it's called "Maiden". If you have time, go check it out.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy!


Soon as Hermione got off the plane, she passed the custom and raced outside the airport. Finally, she could enjoy holiday, without worrying anything.

She took the bus to the resort. The resort was so renowned that one could hardly get a room, not to mention getting one for ten days.

It was a strange feeling when she lay on the bed, sleepiness emerged quicker than she expected. The softness of the bed and quilt was far more captivating than her bed at home. Perhaps she was tired after travelling for hours, so she fell asleep.

When she woke up, night had fallen and her stomach was growling, it was then she realised she had slept for five hours straight. She did not want to leave, for some reason. But then hunger pangs struck badly like a bull ramming into her abdomen and she was forced to leave the room for a decent dinner.

The moment when the lift door opened, she thought she was dreaming. She had no idea why he would be here.

"Mr. Malfoy?" blurted Hermione, unable to believe her eyes.

"Am I not allowed to stay here in his resort for some quality relaxations?" asked Lucius.

Hermione shook her head, still unmoved.

"If you want to stand there for the whole day, I wouldn't mind."

As she heard his words, quickly she leapt into her lift door. When the door closed, she asked,

"I thought you would be working."

"Who says I can't be working and relaxing at the same time?"

Seeing his beam, Hermione knew he was quite pleasant this evening, so she wore a smile and said,

"Are you going out to dine?"

"Yes."

"In the restaurant downstairs?"

"Actually I'd prefer dining out."

The lift door opened and they walked out.

"Never thought you would go out alone," said Hermione.

"And what you do you mean by 'go out alone' ?"

"Without Narcissa."

Lucius looked into her eyes, then quietly said,

"You seem to know quite a lot."

"As little as the others know."

"Are you sure? After that music box."

Hermione giggled and said,

"Maybe a little more than the others."

Hermione gawked at the sight of the car as they went out of the resort. Never had she expected that Lucius would actually hire a car and a chauffeur on vacations.

"Is Savva suitable?"

"Huh?"

"Do you want to dine in Savva?"

Hermione did not know how to answer him, Savva was one of the best restaurants in the city. She heard if one wanted to dine, reservation must be made at least a month ago since it was always on the top ten recommendation list.

Seeing her puzzled face, Lucius asked,

"You don't like the cuisine?"

"No! It's just…too grand."

"I hope you notice a gentlemen always pays when dining out with a lady."

"No, I mean…mine doesn't match the dress code—"

"I have the dress for you, get in."

Before she could reply, Lucius made her get into the car. He gave her a paper bag and she took out a black dress.

"It's….backless," said Hermione. "I don't think my….mine would blend in—"

"It's in the bag."

Hermione dug into the bag and blushed at the sight of the strapless backless bra. Numerous questions emerged in her head. The moment when she looked back at Lucius, he immediately said,

"I picked them. They are not hers."

Hermione thought for a while, 'hers', was it Caitlin or Narcissa?

Quickly, Lucius added,

"Caitlin once had a dress like this, but she only wore it once and she gave it away."

Hermione was relieved. She did not feel good wearing a dead person's clothes, even though it was from someone she knew.

Soon as she got off the car and went into the restaurant, waiters greeted them and led them to their seats. Lucius said,

"Bathroom is over there. Go change your clothes."

Hermione nodded, she got up and hurriedly dashed into the bathroom. After taking off all her clothes, she examined the label on the dress and .

She had never worn anything as expensive as that, the price of the clothes she wore today was not even half of an average Chanel dress.

With care, she wore the bra and put on the dress. Perhaps she was not used to wearing luxury brands, she felt particularly chilly. Still she came out of the bathroom and with a slight hint of discomfort, she went back to her seat. Lucius smiled and poured some wine into her glass.

"Sometimes you have to learn to showcase your beauty instead of hiding it," commented Lucius.

"To whom am I showing?" asked Hermione. "I don't need anyone to appreciate my appearance."

Lucius smiled and signalled her to taste the wine. As she watching the clear wine, Hermione mumbled,

"I…don't drink."

Lucius raised the glass and took a sip. Seeing that, Hermione bit her lips and also took a sip. It tasted like lingonberry, so she took another big sip.

Dishes came after one another, Hermione had never eaten that much food, usually she ate as little as possible, not for slimming, but because of money. A pack of spaghetti could serve 4 normal portions, but she always managed to serve herself 6 portions, by eating less, she would not need to buy so much and thus ended up saving more money.

As their glasses clinked, Hermione took the last sip of wine. She was feeling sleepy and hot, and she said,

"I think it's time for me to go back."

As she stood up, her vision blurred and almost fading. Before her legs fell onto the floor, a warm embrace propped her out of the restaurant and into the car.

"Do you have your room key?" asked Lucius.

Hermione groaned and shoved her key card into his palm. Lucius eyed on the number, then smiled. It was just a few rooms away from his.

Soon as the car arrived at the resort entrance and he carried her all the way to her room. After swiping the key card, he entered the room and carefully placed Hermione onto the bed. The longer he stared at her, he felt his ears growing hotter and hotter, and it became more and more difficult to restrain himself from getting closer. So he asked,

"Where are your pyjamas?"

She pointed at the desk and Lucius followed her direction. Her light blue night gown was neatly folded, as though it was packed for another trip. He went towards the desk and picked it up, but the moment he turned around back to Hermione, she was right in front of him, smiling. Her hand slowly reached his shirt and pulled his tie, pulling his face closer to hers. Then, she pressed her lips to was demanding, inviting Lucius to open his mouth. No longer able to control himself, Lucius walked forward and pushed Hermione onto the bed, causing the kiss to break. Hermione stroked his face and said,

"You are so captivating."

"You are drunk."

"I won't deny it, but it boosted my confidence."

"What confidence?"

Hermione giggled and whispered to his ears,

"You know what I mean, silly head."

Lucius was surprised by her words, convinced that she was drunk, he smiled and attempted to get up, but Hermione clutched his tie. Lucius began,

"I hope you know when to stop."

"Why should I stop?" asked Hermione, giggling.

"You might regret what you are doing when you wake up in the morning."

"I know what i want, and I know what I feel…about you."

Her lips were once again pressed onto his, Lucius could not hold himself, he actively replied her, trying to let his tongue slide into her mouth. But then, Hermione coughed and Lucius withdrew himself.

Lucius wryly smiled, slowly pulling her hand away from his tie and helped her change into her night attire. Then he lay back on the chaise lounge, watching her as he fell asleep.