A/N: This is the follow up fic to M for Murder. You probably will want to read that first to really understand what's going on. For those new to the series, there is a guide to the order on my profile.

Stepping out of the hotel lobby and onto the street, she was dazzled by the bright May sunshine. Slipping sunglasses onto her face, she felt her husband reach for her hand as he joined her on the pavement.

"So what's this musk thing you are dragging me to?"

Hermione rolled her eyes. "'The Alhambra Mosque' up there on the hill," she told him, pointing across the street.

Draco frowned. "I don't see anything except trees, love."

"It's not far, google says it's a three minute walk." She smiled, pulling him across the street.

"You know, this isn't how normal newlyweds spend their honeymoon," he complained, pulling her back towards him and into his arms.

She smiled up at him coyly. "And how is it that normal newlyweds spend their honeymoon?" she asked.

Bending down to kiss behind her ear, he whispered, "They don't normally leave their beds."

Hermione frowned. "We spent the first two days in bed, that, I am sure, is plenty!"

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"So what is this bit called?" Draco frowned, flipping the pages of the guidebook over.

"The Court of the Myrtles," Hermione replied wistfully, totally in awe of the beauty of the architecture.

Draco's head snapped up. "Seriously?! She isn't here is she?!"

Turning, confusion etched across her face, Hermione stared at her husband "Who?"

"Moaning Myrtle."

Hermione rolled her eyes for the umpeenth time that day. "Don't be ridiculous."

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"Oh no you don't," he murmured, steering her away from where she was headed.

"What now?" Hermione hissed, turning as Draco's grip on her waist tightened.

"You are NOT going to spend our honeymoon in bookshops!" he told her, nodding towards the entrance to the Charles V Palace bookshop.

Hermione pouted silently, looking up at Draco's scowling face through her eyelashes.

"Fine," he relented, releasing his grip and watching his witch skip triumphantly away.

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Stepping out of the shower, he forwent the towel, striding over to where his wife lay on the bed reading, attempting to remove her book from her with a growl.

"Hermione…." he complained, his arms braced on either side of her.

"Draco," she mimicked. "You are dripping all over me."

He threw her a coy smirk. "I'd rather it be the other way round."

Hermione sighed, "You're incorrigible. Anyway, did you know the Alhambra tiles are remarkable in that they contain nearly all, if not all, of the seventeen mathematically possible wallpaper groups?"

"No, strangely enough, I did not know that. Interior design is more my Mother's forte….oww." He glared down at his arm that now smarted from her slap.

"It's not about interior design, it's about mathematics!"

"Semantics, wench; and you will pay for that," he growled, snatching the book from her and tossing it onto the couch.

Hermione's giggles were suddenly interrupted by tapping at the balcony doors.

Draco growled loudly, glaring at the doors.

"We are on honeymoon. Who the hell would send us a letter?! Is it too much for me to want to fuck my wife in peace on our honeymoon?"

Wriggling out from under him, Hermione padded over to the doors and let the owl in, untying the note.

"I swear to Salazar, if that is Potter….." his words were cut off by the look on his witch's face.

"What's the matter? What's happened Hermione?"

Tears glistened in her eyes as she looked up at him.

"It's Pansy. She's been kidnapped"

A/N: Once again I must thank xxDustNight88 for her invaluable help. Loves ya!x

This was deliberately short and sweet ;) I will try and post updates frequently but currently it wont be as quick as M for Murder was updated...sorry! Looking forward to your reviews :)