A/N; Not to many people said anything on a sequel. Which is disappointing.

Chapter 10: Honeymoon Blues

"You going to get off your ass and pack?"

"No."

"Why? We leave today."

"I know."

"Then pack!"

"I don't want to."

Now she was getting agitated. All day he had been sitting on his ass doing nothing, while she packed her bags. "Fine. You can stay here. I'll enjoy a nice quiet time alone." Hermione finished walking back to her room.

"I'll be there. I'm not packing my bag." Malfoy said laying across his bed staring up at the ceiling.

"Whatever." her voice echoed through the bathroom.

He turned and looked through the bathroom rolling his eyes. Why should he pack his own bag anyhow? Besides they where leaving tonight at 6:00 anyway. He had 3 hours. It wouldn't take him long to pack it, actually it wouldn't even waste a second of his life to pack. "Finney!" Malfoy yelled waiting for the house-elf to show it's face.

"Yes young master." squeaked the elf.

"Pack my bags. if you forget anything, there will be a sever punishment." he said ignoring the elf's terrified face.

"What are you doing?" Hermione asked after hearing his order.

"Packing my bags. You?" he asked looking up at the ceiling again.

"Why is Finney packing it and not you?" she asked, knowing the answer was outrageous.

"Because that's what she's here for." came his reply.

Glaring she turned to the house-elf and said to it, "Finney stop and leave. You can leave it to him."

Finney looked up at her then to Malfoy, who looked at Hermione with disapproval. "Sorry Miss, but Finney got orders from young master Draco. Finney has to follow his orders precisely." she squeaked.

"Finney, please leave. I need to speak with him. And when I'm done you can come back and finish your orders." Hermione said to her. Finney, confused, looked to Malfoy for orders. With a small movement of his hand, Finney left. Hermione turned back to him with a glare. "What are you doing?"

"I answered that already. Packing." he replied.

"Using Finney to pack for you is not packing Malfoy." Hermione argued.

"Yes it is. I have my way and you have yours. Besides, what's the use if you don't put it to work?" Malfoy returned.

"They work because they're owned. They work because they have to. If they don't they get punished! Can't you see that they're more afraid of the punishment than the owner!" Hermione yelled.

"You don't understand. They get punished when they do something wrong. If they're so afraid of the punishment, then they need to do it right the first time."

"I might not understand, but I do understand this. A house-elf is a living, breathing, creature. Not vermin. And he who owns house-elves is in fact the vermin." Hermione stated, feeling the need to stand up for those that could not. "Now, tell Finney to go back to the kitchens and you're going to pack your own god damn bag."

He stared at her. She can't order him around. She can't tell him what to do. And she definitely can't call him vermin for owning house-elves. "And if I don't?"

"You don't want to know." she threatened.

"But I do."

"Do what I said Malfoy. Tell Finney to go to the kitchens. You are packing you own bag, and then we're leaving." Hermione said turning back to her room and walking in closing the door behind her.

Shortly afterward Finney walked back into his room to finish her orders. Malfoy looked at Hermione's closed bathroom door. "Finney go back to the kitchens, I'll pack my own bag." Confused, she did as she was told.

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Hermione smiled, she was listening to all the racket coming from his room. She knew by the cussing and loud bangs that she had indeed got him to pack his own bag. "At this rate, I could have him following all my orders." she smiled to herself again. Finally turning back to her own packing. Again she heard a loud bang and a few choice words. Let him suffer, she thought to herself with another smile.

Down in the entrance hall Narcissa stood at the door with the two newly-weds standing in front of her. "Okay. When you're ready, take the port-key and you'll be on your way. I'll see you in a week and a half." she hugged the both of them and moved to stand out of their way.

Hermione looked at Malfoy, bent down, picked up her bag and Crookshanks kennel, and then waited for him to do the same. Soon after he did, holding the port-key along with his bag. "Well, I guess we should go." he said breaking the uncomfortable silence. Nodding, Hermione grabbed hold of the port-key, waited for the activation and land on solid ground again. She didn't have to wait long. She felt the jerk and the dizziness start and then land on a soft, squish floor.

"In my opinion, still one of the fastest ways to get somewhere." Malfoy stated, walking into the small living room. Hermione followed, watched him take in the tiny room and then turn to her. "What's this room?"

Shaking her head she answered, "It's a living room."

"Kind of small. So is the dining room." Malfoy said walking into the dining room situated on the west side of the living room.

"Malfoy, it's a villa. It will be kind of small. Not every thing has big elegant rooms in them." Hermione said letting Crookshanks out to stretch his legs.

"Well they should be. And did you have to bring the pig with hair?" he asked as Crookshanks causally walked out.

"Yes I had to bring him." Hermione answered going up a set of stairs that she guessed would lead her to a bedroom. "Why do you care so much?"

"Because I don't like it. And it don't like me." Malfoy answered her walking in a large circle to avoid the cat.

"You guys will get to know each other." Hermione said putting her bag down by the bedroom door and walking out onto a medium sized balcony, fit with cushy chairs and a table

"I don't want to get to know it. I don't like cats." Malfoy said following her.

"To bad. Crookshanks stays. Deal with it." Hermione said looking out at the sandy beach stretch. "Besides Malfoy, Crookshanks wouldn't hurt a fly."

"Draco." he corrected.

"Whatever."

"Not whatever. It's Draco. Not Malfoy."

"You'll always be Malfoy to me." she said watching his face.

"No it won't." he said stepping closer to her. "I can't call you Granger, and you can't call me Malfoy."

"Gee, you could have if my parents said I could keep it." she said blowing her bangs out of her face.

"Well you can't. And I can't."

"No, but I'm still a Granger."

"I know. But I'm not going to call you Granger, and you're not going to call me Malfoy." he said, inches from her lips.

"Fine. But don't you kiss me." Hermione said and walked back into the bedroom.

Scowling he followed her. "So I can't kiss you all week?"

"I never said that. Just don't kiss me now." she answered picking up Crookshanks.

"Can't try right now anyway." Malfoy said and walked down to the living room. Hermione smiled, scratched Crookshanks ear and walked back down to the living room too.

"I don't think so. You're sleeping on the couch." Hermione said walking out of the bathroom to see Malfoy, lounging on the bed, in his boxers.

"Why?"

"Because I said." she answered, setting her hands on her hips.

"Well the way I see it, is you don't feel comfortable sleeping in the same bed as me." she said watching her blush. "And we are married. And we are going to have to share a bed anyway. So why not start now?"

"Married or not, you are sleeping on the couch."

"Nope. This is part of marriage, you'll have to get use to it."

Annoyed, Hermione walked over to him and struggled to pull him off. "Get off the bed Malfoy!"

"Draco. And I'm not going to." smiling at her attempt to pull him off.

This time, she walked around to the other side, got on the bed and kneeled next to him, and tried to push him off instead. But still he didn't move. "Get off the bed!" she threatened, inches from his face.

Taking his chance, Malfoy lent up and kissed her. He felt her tense up, and decided to deepen the kiss. He lifted his hand and placed it on her cheek. Slowly her tenseness left. Carefully he pushed her back onto the bed.

Breaking the kiss, Hermione pushed him off her and got off the bed. "What are you doing?"

"I believe I was kissing you." he answered a little confused.

"Yes, I realize that, but you took it to far Malfoy."

"Draco." he corrected.

"Whatever. I told you I didn't want to weeks ago." Hermione said, her finger tips on her lips.

"Hermione, it was a kiss. Nothing more." he said sitting up.

"I know it was a kiss. But you wanted it to be more. I can't let it be more. I won't let it be more. And to keep you from doing it again, you're sleeping on the couch. You can object and complain all you want, but that is the final decision." she said holding back tears.

Standing up, he walked to the door. Just before leaving he said, "I'm sorry you feel that way. But we're going to have to go further sometime."

Malfoy woke up the next morning to pain in his neck and back. Groaning her struggled to sit up. Finding his wand he said a relieving charm and the pain disappeared. Standing, he walked into the kitchen, only to walk back out again due to the fact the Crookshanks was sitting on the floor in front of the refrigerator. "I hate cats." he said to himself. Walking up the stairs to the bedroom he didn't get to sleep in, he found that the bed was empty. Curious, he walked to the open balcony door. There sitting in a chair was Hermione, sipping something from a cup. "Are you going to spend all morning out here day-dreaming?" he asked taking a seat in the other chair.

"Morning." she said instead.

"Yeah, for you. I woke up with pain in my back and neck." he grumbled.

"That's not my problem." she said setting her cup on the table next to her.

"Well that damn cat of yours is blocking the path to the refrigerator." he stated, his stomach grumbling for it's morning meal.

"Move him out of the way then." she said standing and walking back into the bedroom.

"I would, but I told you already, I don't like cats." he said following her.

"And I told you, he wouldn't hurt a fly." she said grabbing a change of clothes and going into the bathroom.

"I'm sure he wouldn't." Malfoy replied sarcastically.

"Just move him out of the way." Hermione said closing and locking the door behind her.

Rolling his eyes he walked back down to the kitchen. Crookshanks licking himself in front of the refrigerator. Malfoy walked toward him and moved to try Hermione's way. Crookshanks stopped and looked at him, some sort of glare on his pinched face. Giving up, Malfoy backed away, grabbed a chair from the dinning room and sat down in it.

Hermione came down to the kitchen to Malfoy sitting in a chair and Crookshanks on the floor in front of the refrigerator as Malfoy had said. An obvious glaring contest between the two of them. "Oh for heaven's sake." Hermione said stepping forward and picking up the cat. "Grow up Malfoy." she said letting Crookshanks down in the living room.

"Its Draco. And I swear that cat could and would hurt a fly." he said finally able to get to the fridge.

"Its just a cat. He wouldn't hurt you." Hermione reassured him.

"I don't like cats." he stated.

"I know. But they wouldn't hurt,"

"A fly." Malfoy finished for her.

Glaring at him she grabbed the eggs off the shelf in the refrigerator and went to work on breakfast. Muttering things to herself as she cooked.

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Sitting down to bacon and eggs, Hermione began questioning things about the man sitting in front of her. After giving it some thought she asked, "Why do you hate cats?"

He looked up at her. "I don't want to talk about it." he answered.

Nodding she turned back to her plate. Another question running through her mind. "Draco, if at first you hate me, and then some how like me, then what is it you're thinking when it comes to how you feel about me?" she asked, careful to word her question right.

Confused he looked at her. "I don't understand." he answered.

"When it comes to me, now that I'm in your life forever, what do you think? What do you think of me?" she asked, trying to word it for him to understand. Instead of answering, he sat dumbfounded. Giving up, she said, "Never mind."

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