Hello everyone. I would like to say thank you to one and all who have been patient enough for me to get this chapter up. I know it has taken a long time, so here it is. Let me know if you enjoy it or not. PBPGIFWMY

The Honeymoon

Hermione awoke from one dream into another. She could hear the waves crashing against the beach outside, feel the sun's rays warming her skin, and a soft breeze whispering against her flesh. She rolled over in bed to feel warmth against her fingertips and she looked over to find Harry sleeping peacefully. She reached over and pulled a hair out of his face.

He has been so understanding I wasn't to love him so much. Her heart ached inside.

So why can't you? Argued her head.

Because loving him is comfortable, there isn't fire, but there is warmth. I want passion!

Give it a chance.

Just then, Harry opened his eyes, he smiled.

"Mornin' Sleepy." Hermione whispered.

"Mornin' Beautiful." She blushed and lowered her head. Harry lifted hear head and kissed her, leaving her head spinning. Then, he bounded out of the bed and made a dash for the shower, smiling at his advantage.

"Oh no you don't, Harry James Potter! I was up first!" Hermione threw back the covers, scrambling to reach the bathroom door. But she was too late, he shut and locked the door.

"No fair, you cheated and I know it! If you don't let me in…" She threatened at the door.

"You'll what Mrs. Potter? Dared Harry, opening the door revealing he was only in a towel around the waist. Hermione stood there completely shocked; mouth wide open as she took in her husband's choice of apparel or lack there of, and the muscular body that was his. Harry was not in bad shape at all. True this was her husband, but in the last two nights, Harry had chosen to sleep in a t-shirt and sleep pants. She knew his chest was muscular and his arms were strong to hold her because of the way he always held on to her at night, but she had never imagined the sight she had now. The whole body was pure sinew and muscle; nothing overpowering, but still there along with the six-pack set of abs. When she looked back at his face, he was smiling sheepishly, but still looking at her for her approval. When she didn't give him one, he took advantage of the situation again, and pulled his unsuspecting wife back into the bathroom with him. Hermione squealed with laughter all the way.

Draco watched as Pansy was trying on outfits in Paris. She looked absolutely fine in them, but…

But what?

He hated the fact that She was married, so was he, but there was nothing he could do about it. Earlier in the day, he red in the Daily Prophet the wonderful couple were staying in Dominic; a little tropical island with plenty of scenery. In the featured picture, Hermione looked distracted, but Harry was with her.

Draco tried again to see her mind, but she was very preoccupied in the bathroom and wasn't alone.

It's not like he was wallowing in misery; just that he wanted to know that he wasn't so easy to replay, but he deserved it, oh, how he deserved it.

-Flashback-

The wind was soft at times and completely unruly in others, tossing her beautiful curls all over. The clouds overhead looked menacing and if a wizard didn't know any better, he could have sworn she was bringing it on herself. But, he did know better. Still he approached her with caution. She snapped her head up.

"What do you want?"

"I wanted to see how you are doing?"

"Why? I'm just a filthy Mudblood worth a couple of Galleon, right?" Temper flaring in her tear-shed eyes.

"Hermione, it's not like that." Seeing her arched eyebrow, he admitted the truth. "Well, okay, it is like that, but that was before…"

"Before what, Malfoy? Before you found out hat you could love me? That I am the perfect girl for you? Before what!" Her voice held all of the sarcasm and hurt she always had towards him. He didn't think the truth would come easily, but he didn't expect her to make it this hard on him.

"Before he slept with me!" piped in Pansy.

-End of Flashback-

Draco snapped back to the present. Not only had he used Hermione as a bet; C'mon, the "Prefect Couple" were separated for the whole summer, who in their wizarding mind didn't want to separate that, but he had let her fall for him, then fell for her himself, and that's when his whole life fell apart. Just when things couldn't get worse, Pansy had to bring that into the mix. The revelation of Draco and Pansy had pushed Hermione back into Harry's arms, and he was left with Pansy. He couldn't turn pansy away and let the world know about this pain over Hermione, so he moved on, on the outside. He supposed it wasn't fair to Pansy, but he also knew the only thing she wanted was the Malfoy name. Hell, she hadn't even consummated their marriage yet, which as fine with him. He didn't care.

"I'm going back to the mansion" Draco stated nonchalantly. Pansy looked up and waved a hand at him. With that he was gone.

After arriving at the mansion, Draco locked himself in his old bedroom and focused on Hermione. This time she was receptive. He could see her sitting on a rock, looking out at the sea. After a few seconds, they were alone in their own world again, face to face.

"Hello, Draco." Hermione beamed.

"Hello." was his cold reply.

"I didn't expect you."

"Obviously." His attitude was showing.

Disgusted she replied, "What do you want?"

"How's your honeymoon?" he asked sardonically

"Umm, good, I guess. How's yours?" she asked sencerely.

"You know how Pansy is, she gets my name and I get to be alone."

"Oh, I'm sorry," Hermione whispered. "So, why did you marry her anyway?"

"Why do you think?" To retaliate against you!" How can you marry him, love him with all we had?!"

"The same way you could tell me you love me and yet sleep with Pansy!" Draco stood there, fire coursing through his veins. Damn, she was sexy when she was pissed. He was mad also, but more than anything, he wanted to rip to shreds that little sundress she had on and do everything he had ever dreamed about to her. Unable to control himself anymore, he slammed his lips into hers.

She pushed him away with the same fire showing in her eyes. She raised her hand to slap him, but he anticipated the move and grabbed her wrist.

"Why don't you think about that when Potter tries to kiss you. He may make you melt, but he can't bring fire to your eyes like me. He is warm air, but I am the fire inside you." With that he was gone again.

Draco returned to present surroundings, satisfied with him. His pants felt a little tighter, but the look of vulnerability in her eyes told him he was still there, somewhere. There was still a spark of the romance they shared and now all he needed to do was fuel the flames a bit. A sinister smile played on his lips as he relived the moment in his head once again.

Hermione sat on the rock in complete shock. She let him in because they were married to their respective others; that should have stopped him from going too far. But then again, it was Draco and neither one of her men, Draco nor Harry knew the meaning of the words rules or boundaries. Honestly though, she wanted to see him; just see him. Nothing better or worse. Just to see what he looks like. Now she wished he was just gone, and in his place stood the normal single tear.