I was originally shooting for just a quick oneshot but it got a little long. It's two parts now. Draco is a slightly OOC but not overly so. I hope you like it. Please review.

Draco Malfoy gazed around the Great Hall during his 10 year reunion seeing many familiar faces but not seeing the one in particular face he was looking for. He was standing in the corner sipping on a butterbeer, pissed that he was there.

As he drained the last of his drink, he wandered back up to the bar, spotting a bushy head of hair chatting with a ginger woman. Neither paid him any attention as they two yapped on and on about nothing.

"Another butterbeer," he ordered from the bartender.

"Malfoy," a man with red hair to match his sister's grunted as he stepped up to the bar.

"Weasel."

"What are you doing here?"

"The same reason you are."

"Yeah, only no one wants you here."

"Fuck off wanker."

"Listen here ferret," the weasel spat.

"Ron, knock it off," the she-weasel stepped in. "Come on. The photographer wants pictures of you, Harry and Hermione."

Ron shot him a glare over Ginny's shoulder before nodding and following her out of the hall. Draco looked back towards the bushy haired woman from earlier but she was gone. He groaned. The stupid weasel was going to pay.

Draco went back to his corner to glower at his former classmates. He stood with his arms crossed over his chest, sipping his drink.

"Drake, is that you mate?" a dark skinned man greeted.

"Zabini," Draco nodded back.

"Where have you been mate? No one's heard from you in years."

Draco just grunted in response as he caught sight of a sexy little number walk into the room. She was wearing a tight red dress with silver beading on the bodice. His eyes didn't leave her as she chatted with someone he didn't recognize.

"Oi, are you listening Drake?"

Draco grunted again, not quite sure what he was responding to since he wasn't really paying attention to one of his closest friends from school.

"Ah, cat got your tongue I see. Or should I say lioness?" Blaise joked. "Granger sure has grown up into quite a beauty now hasn't she?"

Draco shot a glare at his friend that Blaise didn't notice before he moved into the crowd towards the bar again. He ordered another beer then leaned against the bar as he waited.

"Excuse me, can I get another one of these?" a woman asked, holding a glass out for the bartender.

"Yeah, get her another wine. The oldest one you have, my tab."

He turned towards the woman and gave her the most charming smile he had.

"It's an open bar," she told him.

"Forever the know-it-all, aren't you?"

She scowled at him. "Forever the git, aren't you?"

A frown covered his face for a fraction of a second before his smile returned.

"So Granger, how's your night?"

"Just lovely, thank you."

"Well at least some of us are enjoying ourselves. You see, I really would rather not be here. I never planned on coming back."

"Then why are you here? No one forced you to come."

"Well, you see I pissed off a woman who is very important to me-

"I'm sure your mother will forgive you."

He scowled as the bartender set her drink on the counter. She reached for it but he yanked it out of her reach.

"Now that wasn't very nice Granger."

"Just give me the wine."

He smirked. "You have to say the magic word first."

"Give me the drink."

"Not until you hear me out on why I'm here."

"I think I'll need my drink to listen to you talk."

"As I was saying before, I upset a woman who is very important to me. She wanted to come to this stupid reunion." He heard her huff but carried on. "And you see; now I'm here to make it up to her but she's avoided me all night and I'm pretty sure I even saw her flirting with a Ravenclaw. So, since you're the know-it-all, how can I make it up to her Granger?" he asked.

"It's Malfoy now."

"Is it really?" he teased.

She rolled her eyes at him but smiled back.

"So Malfoy, how can I make it up to my wonderful wife?" Draco asked.

"Well, to start, you can give her her wine back."

He extended the glass to her and she took it. "Now what?"

"Well, my policy has always been kiss and make up."

"Damn. My policy's been shag in a broom closet and wake up."

"Well, you have to start somewhere so how 'bout starting off with a kiss."

"Oh fine," he grumbled before leaning forward.

He pressed his lips gently to hers as his hands went to her hips to pull her closer to him. She wrapped her arms around his neck, smiling against his lips.

"What the bloody hell?" a familiar voice screeched.

The couple pulled apart then looked over to the man. Before they can register what was going on, Hermione was yanked from his arms, and shoved behind a lanky body. Malfoy was shoved back against the bar, hard.

"What the fuck?" Draco growled out as he looked for his wife.

Before he could find her a fist met his jaw. Draco roared.

"Ronald Bilius Weasley!"

"Don't worry Mione. I'm taking care of it," the red headed insisted, pushing her back.

"Ronald, leave him alone."

"Just step back Hermione," the weasel repeated, pushing her back to Scarhead and Weaslette.

"Oi! Weasley, if you want to keep your hand, you'll stop touching my wife," Draco snarled.

This made the ginger pause as he replayed what Draco had told him.

"Harry let go of me," Hermione pleaded, struggling to get to the blonde against the bar.

"That goes for you too Potter."

Harry's arms dropped to his side in shock.

As soon as she was free, Hermione ran towards her husband. She assessed his wounds, healing his bleeding nose first. She healed a cut under his eye then kissed where the cut had been.

"Are you okay?" they asked each other at the same time.

"Fine," they both replied, again together.

"Mione, what is he talking about?" Harry asked.

"Yeah, what's he talking about?" Weasley joined in.

Hermione glanced at Draco who took her hand and nodded. Everyone in the room was silently watching the scene unfold, some expecting what was coming but others were in for quite the surprise.

"Draco and I are married."

"Bloody hell," Ron grumbled.

"Since when?" questioned Potter.

"Since eight years ago."

"Do you have kids?" the female Weasley asked, excited.

"Yes. Like you and Harry we have three. Scorpius is the oldest. He's seven. Then there's Lyra and Leo, the twins, who are four."

"Oh my goodness. Why didn't you tell me earlier? Do you have pictures?"

"Of course I have pictures," Hermione scoffed, pulling out her wallet.

The girls were so busy chatting away that they didn't notice Ron getting redder and redder in the face. Draco however was carefully watching, waiting for the snap. Sure enough the weasel didn't let him down.

"WHAT THE HELL! You married the ferret? You were supposed to marry me. You were supposed to love me!"

"Ronald, you're already married in case you forgot," Hermione told him.

"Yeah, but…well…uh!" Ron groaned before storming out.

"Sorry about him Hermione. He'll come around," Ginny assured Draco's wife.

Draco extended his arms and Hermione moved into them. He hugged her tightly and watched as people, sensing the drama had unfolded completely, began to move back to the dance floor or tables or friends.

"It'll be okay. You heard the Weaslette. He'll come around."

"I know but I hope it's quick. I just got them back and I don't want to lose them again."

"You won't love," he assured her.

She sniffled as he rubbed her back. "Can we go home now?"

"Sure."

With that he guided her out of the room and to the floo to return home. He led her to the master bedroom where he helped her into her pyjamas then tucked her into bed. He held her close as she drifted off to sleep, still rather upset.