The wind was blowing softly across the lake ahead of them, sending ripples up and down the surface. To Hermione, it was like Draco's touch. As he stroked his hand up and down her arm, it sent trembles running up and down her spine. It was their last night in France and though it wasn't cold, she was quivering with every touch.

As their honeymoon had passed, she had grown more and more attached to him and had become unexplainably jealous whenever the stupid airhead, Emiline, came up to them. She couldn't help but get a queasy feeling in her stomach whenever he spoke to the woman as if he truly did care. What if he did and was planning on leaving Hermione after the war for the bimbo?

Yet much to his obliviousness, Draco had the same worries. Hermione had made many friends in few days, many of them men. He hated the way he would get an uneasy feeling whenever one approached to speak to her and he was unsure about the fluttering feel he had whenever she smiled or kissed him.

As they stood out on the balcony, they pondered over their emotions. Hermione scowled as she saw the violet-haired girl on the lookout for Draco. "I can't take this, Draco." Hermione spoke boldly. "I want to tell her that your mine. I hate it the way she struts to you like she owns you."

Draco nodded understandingly. He didn't like it when the woman came over to them and he was confused about the wall that would cover Hermione's emotions. "If you want, you should go get a drink or something but pass her on the way. When I give you an indication, come back and we'll reveal all." He complied with a roguish wink.

Hermione cursed herself inwardly as she felt the sensible side of her melt away with his simple action. Stuttering her agreement with the plan, she quickly went to the drinks table, passing Emiline on the way but making sure to keep a keen eye on Draco.

She saw the ditzy woman make a beeline towards her husband and couldn't suppress her feeling of hatred towards her.

Draco sighed heavily as he saw the 'bimbo', as Hermione called her, make her way towards him. "Draco! How great to see you!" She exclaimed, over excitedly.

He mumbled his reply and then switched off his mind as she began to ramble on and moved his gaze to find Hermione. She was standing angrily at the drinks table yet was the most beautiful sight he had ever seen.

She had dressed herself in short, black pleated skirt and a low-cut, salmon-pink halter top that didn't quite reach the top of her skirt. It was backless, one strap at the bottom and another from under her arms holding the top together. She had a pale-pink tint to her lips and eyelids, her eyes perfectly lined. Her hair was pulled back into a half-ponytail, two stray curls framing her face.

"Draco. Draco!" He quickly looked away from the mesmerizing woman to the not-so-appealing one in front of him. "Huh? Erm…I got a bit distracted."

Emiline giggled like a lovesick schoolgirl while flipping her hair over her shoulder, obviously assuming he was distracted by her. "Yes. I was saying that you deserve better. You don't deserve a muggleborn nerd who is quite ugly. Draco…you should be with someone like me; rich, beautiful and powerful." She stated quite openly, running a finger down his arm. Draco tapped twice on the railing and Hermione came almost running to them.

She came beside him as he wrapped his arms tightly around her and kissed the side of her neck softly. She smiled softly before glaring at Emiline. If looks could kill, Emiline's death would have been almost completely confirmed. Draco took it as his cue to scowl down at the violet-haired girl. "Actually, Emiline, I am completely happy with my wife, Hermione."

Draco did everything in his power to stop himself from laughing as Emiline's 'seductive' expression turned to one of shock then to one of disgust before becoming embarrassment. "Erm…I-I…w-woops…" She stuttered quietly before running into the crowed dining room.

Hermione glared at Draco. "Wonderful." She muttered sarcastically before smiled up at him. "Now do I have you all to myself?" She asked seductively. Draco smiled back before kissing her softly, deepening the kiss while holding her tightly to his body.

When he pulled away, he rested his forehead on hers before muttering, "You'll have me for yourself forever, Mya." Hermione pulled back staring him in the eye. "I better, you numbskull." Hermione sighed heavily. "I've become attached to you. I don't want seventh year to begin." Draco nodded understandingly.

"I know. We still have to go on like we're not a couple or anything. But we could always say that our positions will be withdrawn if we aren't considerate towards each other."

Hermione smiled before kissing him. She sighed absent-mindedly as she felt the warmth of his tongue on her lips and greedily accepted it. Soon to Hermione's delight, they were playing in a raging battle for dominance. They broke apart, gasping for air before Draco quickly leaned down and captured her senses in another kiss.

Hermione sighed heavily, staring out of the window of the near-empty train. There was just the driver, Draco, herself, their owls and the Deputy Heads in it. Jayden and Aaliyah had decided to get another compartment. It seemed that during their time alone, when the newly-weds were on their honeymoon, they had come to know each other quite well and were now a couple. Dumbledore had decided it most wise for them all to return to Muggle London before the arrival of their peers and so they found themselves on this cold, worn train. They were all to stay in two small rooms at the Three Broomsticks before catching the train back to the castle they called a school.

Draco had gone to the bathroom and to ask the driver how long it would be before they reached their destination of Platform 9 ¾. As Hermione shuffled through her bag, she came upon a small book that she had forgotten about. It was a small wedding gift her parents had given her, as well as a few other things. She pulled out the small book, appraising its soft, marron velvet cover and gold wording that read, Property of Hermione Allision Malfoy. It was a journal in which her parents had hoped she would write about her married life or life in general.

Hermione had thought the idea of a journal ridiculous yet she pulled out a quill and ink and began to write on the neatly lined, blank pages.

31/08/1999

Dearest Diary,

When Dad and Mum gave this book to me, I thought they were going insane. They had said that I would 'start going through emotional changes' that I haven't before. Much to my regret yet joy, I have to say that they were right.

Upon finding out about the need for a marriage between Draco and I, I was appalled. Of course, I wasn't as upset as I usually would have been, after all he did save me but I wasn't too happy about it. But with our honeymoon now over and school about to begin, I've realised that my feelings have developed.

The feelings of jealousy that spring up in me whenever a girl flirts with Draco aggravate me to no end yet I know that it is a good thing. With the school term beginning, Draco and I will need to revert back to our old selves, minus the bickering. I want to be able to shout our relationship from the highest tower of the castle but I know that I can't.

I know that when the school term starts, all the seventh year girls will begin falling at Draco's feet, not to mention blabbering over 'his great hotness' as Lavender and Parvati call it. I just wish I could tell them all to shut up because he is my husband and mine only.

These feelings of jealousy and protectiveness are supposed to be a good thing, I've heard. At least I can be assured that my husband is not one that I will hate for my heart is already being handed over to him. Sometimes I wish I could tell him the truth but what would he say?

I don't really think that he feels the same about me. He seemed like he did in France but I'm almost certain that it was for show, to spite Emiline. He did continue to behave in almost the same way afterwards but perhaps it was just because he had realised the reaction it caused in me or because he had become accustomed to it.

Either way, I don't think I'll know how he truly feels for quite a long time. I have neither the bravery nor strength to tell him and I doubt he would tell me. If only there was a way to find out. I know that someone like Ginny would be able to find out but telling her would be a catastrophe, not to mention that no one can know.

This inner battle I am having with myself is completely frustrating and I just wish that I could tell him my emotions the moment he walks in the compartment doors. Whenever I'm without him, I feel empty. Perhaps this is just a side-effect of the prophecy but nevertheless, it is what I feel. It is almost like my life is dependant on him.

Yours truly,

Hermione Allison Granger Malfoy.

Hermione shut the book with a heavy sigh and put it back into her bag. As she did this, Draco re-entered the room, looking quite pensive. Something was definitely on his mind. Despite her desperate hopes that it was the same mental battle as she was experiencing, she doubted it.

She smiled softly as he seated himself beside her, wrapping his arms around her. "I'm going to miss this." He whispered softly, causing those familiar chills to race up her spine. "At least we have our own common room. It will be just you and me, alone…in our own silk bed." He added cheekily. Hermione laughed gleefully after slapping him lightly.

She shifted down in the seat, laying her head in his lap so she was looking up at him. He gazed into her eyes, running his hand through her locks. She closed her eyes, savouring the moment which she thought would be one of their last. Both of their friends would want them to spend time with them and would question if they didn't.

"You know what, Mya?" He asked rhetorically. "I think I'm becoming dependant on your being. It's almost like I need your presence to live." Hermione felt her heart skip a few several beats at his word. Could he feel the same? Was it possible?

She nodded. "I know how you feel." She whispered almost incoherently. "I know exactly what that feeling is like." Draco smiled before his face became very serious once more.

"Erm…I was thinking before I came back. I…I don't really know if I could tell you this…but…I…" He sighed heavily. "Never mind." Hermione looked up in surprise. "Oh no, mister. You are going to tell me. You what?"

He looked down at her, his eyes clouded with worry and anxiety. "I…I th-think I'm falling." Hermione's eyes widened as the realisation of his statement hit her. His eyes darted around her face, searching for some reaction yet he was surprised when her face broke into a wide smile. "Then let us fall together." She whispered, pulling him down for a kiss.

Draco and Hermione had been quite disgruntled when they were disturbed from their 'alone-time' by two slightly-dishevelled teenagers. Jayden had merely smirked before informing them that they were almost there and it was time to ready to leave the train, while Aaliyah had blushed to no extent.

True to their word, the train slowed to a stop meagre minutes later and the four unloaded themselves and their belongings from the rackety, yet reliable train. They pushed themselves through the barrier and then caught a taxi close to the pub that led to the Three Broomsticks.

Tom, the barkeeper, had happily welcomed them in and showed them to their conjoined rooms. Draco and Jayden were given a room to share while Hermione and Aaliyah got one to themselves. Hermione had playfully pouted at Draco who grinned.

They had all gone out that night for dinner, to the local Muggle pizza store. Draco and Jayden, being purebloods, were astonished by the taste of the food, happy with the all-you-can-eat deal they had received. By the end of the night, they were all full.

Hermione smiled as she drifted asleep. The next day would prove to be quite a challenge as they faced their friends, away from each other. It would only be during the nights that they could find solace in the other. Draco, in the next room, was lying quite awake pondering over what would happen the next day.

It was vital that they put forward a façade of forced friendship. It would be terrifyingly hard for them to cope but nevertheless, they would try. It was to be one of the many obstacles they would need to overcome.