I Remember

Okay, so, this is my first fanfic and it's sort of a guess-who. You won't know who in heck Hermione is talking about until the end-it might be easy to guess, though ;)

This is just a oneshot, please review and I may continue with stories about their children. Please review with opinions about that idea!

Thx, Jennyloveslumione

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters, and I don't make any money off this fanfic. I am not JK Rowling. (I mean seriously, if I was, would I really be wasting my time writing fanfics?!)

And now, without further ado, the story.

I was sitting in our bedroom, remembering. I remembered when he asked me to marry him. There were no speeches, nothing like that; he just came out and asked: "Hermione, darling, will you marry me?" I had thrown my arms about his neck, whispering into his ear,"Of course I will." As I spoke my answer, I remember thinking about how changed he was; during the Wizarding Wars he had been so cold, callous, and cruel; now he was the opposite: friendly (for him at least), caring, and considerate.

I loved him.

There was no denying it, so why try? I married him three months later, in the midst of some people rejoicing, others being sullen and mean.

I remembered breaking the news of my engagement to my friends. Ginny Weasely had been so happy for me; she is truly my best friend.

Yet my other friends were so mean; ridiculing me, threatening me, abandoning me. I had been so devastatingly sad; yet he comforted me. Now I ask myself, how could I have been sad when I had him? When he had changed so drastically to please me? He was always there to comfort me, to guide me, to strengthen me; to make me laugh, to love me.

I remembered the wedding; the few friends who had not left me were there, there were sparkling candles, beautiful music, my parents, and, best of all, HIM. I can recall saying those fateful words, 'I do', with my heart welling with happiness, my eyes brimming with joyful tears. I heard and saw him say 'I do', his face radiant, his voice strong. I remember that kiss that sealed the marriage, the most beautiful kiss I've ever had. When I had looked up, his dazzlingly bright expression of joy made me forget the existence of everyone and everything else-he seemed to be the only one there. I remember breaking out of my wonderful daze when he grasped my hand and led me away. During the party afterwards, I remember dancing with him, his arms around me, feeling him close, an expression of pure bliss on my face-I was unconscious of my surroundings, of the passage of time. That night was a night of pure, unadulterated happiness, with his undivided attention. I was content while sitting in his protecting arms; I never wanted it to end.

And nor do I want it to end now. Though we have been married eleven years, I still feel loved, protected, safe in his arms. I have four beautiful children of my own now-yet I do not feel that they are safe unless he reassures me.

Oh my husband, Lucius Malfoy!