(This is my fifth fanfic and I hope you guys enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. The chapters are short, and the storyline isn't brilliant but it is okay for a third attempt, I suppose. This is the last in a trilogy of 'The Stress of…' series, so I advise you read the first two before you read this

I don't own the characters; they belong to JK Rowling and her fabulous imagination. The plotline is mine though, unfortunately.)

Chapter One

Paris had been wonderful. Venice had been too. Bora Bora, Vienna and Casablanca were equally as romantic. Turkey, Malta, Argentina, Portugal and Greece had been fantastic also. In one month Lucius and Hermione had been all over the place. Their honeymoon had been one of the most brilliant things that had ever happened to each of them. Together they'd been to some of the most romantic places in the world.

They had wined and dines and sixty-nined; as well as many other positions. Their first evening together had been magical, romantic and…well...orgasmic. Of course, it had been painful at first for Hermione, but after the initial entry she slowly began to feel pleasure instead of pain. Together, Lucius and Hermione had climbed the peak of sexual pleasure. It had been amazing.

After their month of honeymoon bliss though, they returned back to England. Firstly they took their suitcases to Malfoy Manor, where Lucius and Hermione would be living; despite all the memories encased inside its walls. Once they'd returned their things to their new home, they flooed to the Burrow and into a room of Weasleys eating breakfast.

"Hermione!" Mrs. Weasley had screamed at the top of her lungs at the sight of the newly-wed. She had jumped into the fireplace and hugger Hermione tightly, knocking her backwards into Lucius who got crushed against the back wall of the fireplace.

"Molly….Lucius…Crushed." Hermione managed to say, even though her lungs were being crushed by her ribcage which Molly was squeezing tightly. Mrs. Weasley let go.

"Of course Dear. Sorry. Morning Lucius." Molly greeted him warmly as Hermione stepped out of the fireplace and Lucius was freed from the wall.

"Morning." He said, slightly stiffly. He walked out of the fireplace and Molly followed. Hermione was surrounded by the Weasleys, each hugging her and asking her questions. Ginny's voices were loudest.

"What was it like? Was it romantic?" Ginny was asking in an excited voice. Hermione smiled and nodded. "Tell me! Please….what happened?"

"I'll tell you later. Right now I'm quite hungry." Hermione said, turning to Molly. Molly's face brightened.

"Right away." She said; loving the role of hostess. Promptly Lucius and Hermione were sat at the breakfast table with Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Ron, Ginny and Charlie (who was back from Romania) and large plates of food in front of them. Fred and George were in Diagon Alley, Percy was still shunning the family and Bill was busy with Fleur in France.

"So. How was the honeymoon?" Arthur Weasley asked, leaning forward expectantly. Lucius turned to Hermione, kissed her cheek, before starting on an hour-long tale of their honeymoon; the best bits and the worst bits (Hermione falling off the Gondola into the canal). The hour was filled with smiles, laughter, sighs and other similar sounds. At the end of the tale Lucius leaned over and kissed Hermione. Ginny watched Avidly, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley looked at one another longingly, Charlie grinned and Ron blushed before looking away.

"Anyway. Thank you so much for breakfast Molly." Hermione said as Molly replied 'you're welcome', "but we're here to collect our gifts actually, so we can return home and prepare ourselves for married life."

Mrs. Weasley nodded and left the room. A few minutes later a large pile of gifts had been levitated into the room. Then she shrank the pile until Hermione could fit them all inside her bag. She did so, and then the couple stood in the fireplace, ready to leave.

"Thanks again Weasley's. We'll visit soon. You'll have to come over for dinner sometime. Goodbye." Lucius thanked them before throwing the powder over himself and Hermione and called out "Malfoy Manner."

The newlyweds left in a flash of green light and smoke.