Full Summary: Draco had no idea the exact moment he decided that Hermione Granger was to be His woman. Probably the day she arrived home from Holidaying in Australia and raced to her Best Friend's, Harry Potter, arms for a huge hug… Draco felt as if he had been hit with a sting hex not once but twice. And when she turned, the wonder-girl smile carried over to him he, hadn't been the same wizard since. Hermione Granger, the brightest witch of her age accompanying one fiery temper, the one woman any wizard would least be able to handle… Yep, Draco was more than certain that Hermione was the woman for him.

A/N: I do not own the Harry potter Franchise, nor do I own the Brenda Jackson Westmoreland series for which this story and characters are based on… I wished I did but I don't… this is purely for my and your entertainment and I gain no monetary value from this story. Happy Reading!

Prologue

Draco Malfoy sat in the chair with his legs stretched out in front of him as he stared at the man sitting behind the huge oak desk. He and Harry Potter had been the best of enemies during their school years of Hogwarts. After the war, they decided to leave the past behind and act like "mature adults". Of course this change wasn't instantaneous, there were lots of petty arguments done with wands drawn and even a few fists fights.

They were however able to overcome this when Kingsley, the Minster of Magic, laid down the law and have them work as partners in the Auror Division or else. Much to both his and Harry's surprise, and Weasel's horror, their sharp bitter barbs to one another turned witty, and they had slowly but surely become friends with the odd insult thrown in for good measure. After all they were Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter; it just wouldn't be them if there wasn't the occasional insult, some habits are just hard to die.

After maintaining a health work relationship and friendship, he had now convinced Harry that he would be the wizard who would give Hermione, the woman he considered his sister in all but a few DNA strands, the happiness she deserved.

But Draco knew there was one minor flaw in his plan. One that would come back to haunt him if Hermione Granger ever discovered the trip to Tuscany he would offer her was for the sole purpose of getting her of familiar turf so she would finally come to realise just how much he had come to care for her.

"I hope you know what you are doing," Harry said, interrupting Draco's thoughts. "Hermione may just hex you beyond recognition, when she discovers the truth."

"I will tell her before then, but not before she falls in love with me," Draco replied. Harry raised a sceptical brow, "And if she doesn't?"

To any other woman Draco's intense pursuit might seem like a romantic move, but Harry was convinced his best friend, who didn't have a romantic bone in her body wouldn't see things that way. Draco's expression was determined. "She will fall in love with me," then the look in his eyes become almost one of desperation he continued, "Dam Harry she has to. I knew for the moment I saw her again those few years ago that she was the one and only woman for me."

Harry took a deep breath. He wished he'd had the same thoughts the first time he set eyes on his wife Daphne. Then he would not have encountered the problems he had. However, the first thoughts he had when he'd seen Daphne weren't the least bit honourable.

"You were our enemy for a long time, then slowly you became a good friend, Draco, but if you hurt my sister in anyway, then you will have one hell of an angry wizard to deal with. Remember if I can disposed of a "Dark Lord" I can easily do the same to you… your intensions towards Hermione had better be honourable."

Draco leaned forward in his chair, "I'm going to marry her."

"She has to agree to that first," harry replied. Draco Stood, "She will. You just concentrate on becoming a father to the baby you and Daphne are expecting in a few months, and let me worry about Hermione."