A/N: Woah Bay wrote stuff. Thing is, I'm getting stuck. Stuck stuck stuck. What do you guys wanna see? Gimme a situation that fits the story and I'll write it, otherwise this story is going to dwindle away.

LOL NO SMUT BECAUSE I COULDN'T THINK OF A SITUATION AND BECAUSE AW FLUFFY.

"I miss it already," sighed a now very tan Hermione as she looked outside their flat window into the rainy sky.

Draco dropped their luggage and walked up behind her, wrapping his strong still pale arms around her petite frame.

"I know, beautiful. I know."

Hermione turned in his arms and pressed her cheek against his chest, listening to his strong heartbeat that soothed her to sleep almost every night. She rubbed her hands up and down his back as he pressed a light kiss to her hairline.

"Let's go to bed, kitt-"

"BED?! NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE!"

Draco let out a frustrated sigh as his best friend bounced out of the fireplace.

"Oh shut up Drake. No need to sigh like my mum at me. HERMIIIIIIIIOOOONE!"

Hermione broke away from his protective embrace and threw herself at the overexcited Italian.

"BLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAISEEEEY!"

Draco couldn't help but smile as he watched his wife, yes his wife, tackle the six foot man to the ground and tickle him mercilessly. It still amazed him that the once snobby Gryffindor got along so well with his once cold, Slytherin friends.

His smile grew as her laugh bounced around the room. He followed his best friend and wife as Blaise carried her to the floo and disappeared with a flash of green to Zabini manor.

Draco quickly followed after grabbing his cloak with a small smile and a sigh.

"Kidnapping is considered illegal, Blaise" Draco called as he stepped out of the fireplace.

"Ah yes, but is wife snatching!?"

"Well... I'd assume so."

Blaise seemed lost in thought for a few seconds.

"Well. I don't car- OW PANS."

"Put. Hermione. Down. This. Instant."

Draco winced as his wife hit the floor with a loud thump.

Pansy sighed and turned away from her husband, helping Hermione up from her position on the floor where she had been brutally dropped on her bum.

For Merlin's sake Blaise, thought Draco as Hermione rubbed her bum.

"Hermione! Go home! I bet you're exhausted," said Pansy with an exasperated smile.

"HOME?! NOPE NOPE NO- OW. MERLIN WOMAN"

"Will do, Pans." Hermione said as she gave the other woman a warm hug.

Draco smirked at her as she broke away from the Zabini couple and made her way towards him. He opened his cloak and nearly sighed as she slid her arms around his torso. He wrapped his cloak around them and stepped into the fireplace, calling out their flat.

She stayed in his embrace long after they stepped from the fireplace. Eventually, Draco pulled his wand from his pocket and flicked it - a soft melody could be heard twinkling from seemingly nowhere. He looked down just in time to see Hermione's eyes slide closed and a soft smile stretch across her lips.

"Our first dance at that ministry party, our first dance as a couple, our first dance as an engaged couple, and our first dance as husband and wife," Hermione murmured. Draco hummed his approval back to her and her smile grew at the rumbling feeling against her cheek.

The couple slowly revolved in circles, Hermione feeling utterly content in her husband's warm embrace. She carefully toed off her shoes and placed her feet on top of Draco's, a soft smile gracing her features and he pulled her closer and continued revolving them. Hermione slowly felt the word sliding away from her as she descended into a world of dreams. She couldn't be happier.