Hermione stood at the edge of the dimly lit ballroom, her friends were enjoying the festivities around her and she couldn't move from her position, even if she had wanted to. Her husband had, sometime during the evening, made sure her friends gave them amble privacy. Standing a touch behind her, she felt his breath fanning her neck. He held her hand firmly in his larger one, their fingers entwined, the warmth seeping from his palm steadily crawled up her arm. You are mine tonight, my dear. I'm not sharing, were his words as he had lead them from the dance floor.
She felt him move, shifting their bodies closer as he bent down towards her smaller frame; brushing his cold nose against her flushed cheek. Her ears rang with pleasure as he whispered, "My wife," before he dropped his lips to caress her jawline.
In the distance, the couple heard a count down begin, "10. 9. 8."
"Kiss me, my husband," said his wife to him, as she turned in his arms.
"4. 3. 2."
Her hands pressed flush against his hard chest, she could feel his starched cravat crinkling under her fingers, his hands cupped her face gently, tucking a stray curl behind her ear and they welcomed the new year with suppressed passion. – It would not do to shock the present company into bedlam.
"Happy new year, Mrs. Malfoy," Draco whispered as their lips parted a breath's width. He was not ready to release her fully. Hermione lightly covered his hands with her own, noting their slight coldness even as her face felt heated, "Let's go home, my dear, I need rest and our little one is making her mama feel tired," she stated with a pout, moving one hand to cup her swollen abdomen.
"Of course, my love, we shall take our leave. You need rest, as does he. But first," he dropped his hand from her face and made to turn in the direction of one Kingsley Shacklebolt, Minister of Magic. With a determined air, Hermione moved to block his path, hand spread out to stop his momentum, "You will not importune the Minister any further. You have thanked him enough! And besides, it was the entire Wizengamot that passed the Marriage Law."
Draco looked a little put out, he only wanted to express his heartfelt gratitude to all who placed this exquisite woman in his life. But who is he to argue with a heavily pregnant Hermione Granger-Malfoy? I should send them all some Odgen's finest.