A/N:

Another chapter stolen from my other story. As said before, I am moving my Silwen/Draco chapters from my "Sing me a Memory, Tell me a Tale story to this compilation.

For those of you who care, Scorpius (I think) was born in 2006 because he was 11 in 2017 which was nineteen years after the Battle of Hogwarts. Fun fact for y'all!...One more fun fact while I'm at it; Silwen and Draco married in 2001. This is set in 2002.

Warning: This chapter is sappy, cheesy, sticky and adorable filled with only a tiny bit of tension and lots of almost unbearable sweetness. If you don't have a sweet-tooth, then stay away.

"AWOOO!?"

Silwen jumped out of bed and promptly fell on the floor.

"AWOO?"

So she wasn't dreaming after all. What-where was the noise coming from?

"Awoo?"

She stood up and looked on the bed. Draco had already gotten up. Where was he? The sound came again, softer, accompanied by softly padding paws. With a creak, their bedroom door opened and in the doorway stood a...wolf. A wolf. Yes. Silwen pinched herself; yes she was awake as well.

"What are you?" she asked the animal, eyes never leaving its eyes. The looked familiar somehow...Light stormy grey and too often filled with pain. Draco's eyes. Oh no.

The wolf walked over slowly and rubbed against her. Willing herself not to get back on the bed she bent down and caressed his fur. Soft, and a smooth pebble gray color. "What happened, Draco?" The creature's shoulders shrugged and he laid his head on her lap.

"We've got to get you to St. Mungo's. I-I don't think I can handle changing you back." The wolf licked her face and shook its head. "Why not?"

"Woof!" It sounded almost like a...laugh. If that was even possible. Slowly, the forelegs turned into arms, the back legs into human ones, the snout shortened, the fur disappeared and Draco stood in front of her, stark naked. Silwen averted her eyes and went over to their bed and fetched a blanket. Blushing, she handed it to him and continued to look away.

A wolf! And such a gorgeous one too. It had taken a vigorous, year long Animagus Transformation course, but when she realized who the wolf was, she had hardly ever been prouder of him. Silwen couldn't wait to ride on his back in her form-a mouse-all over the countryside and back again. To feel the wind rushing through her fur, listen to his howl at anything that took his fancy, to play hide and seek...Vacations suddenly had more to offer now then they ever had before.

"Hey, I'm covered up." Draco walked over, only half covered, she found when she turned to look at him, and wrapped his arms around her. "What do you think?"

She turned around in his arms and rested her head against his chest. "Your Animagus form is beautiful! How did you manage something like that?"

Draco smiled proudly. "Magic."

Laughing, she dragged him over to the bed and lay down beside him. "I love it...Much better than a ferret, too."

He smirked and kissed her lightly on her forehead. "Good. I'm glad you like it. And it is better than a ferret." Slowly, Draco wrapped his hands around her waist and smiled as she moved closer to him. "I'm sorry for all the Ministry trips."

"That won't be a problem anymore, you know."

"Why not?"

Silwen kissed his chest then crept up a bit higher so she faced him directly. "The shop's repairs are finally finished. I'll be able to go with you on your next trip."

"That's brilliant! How does it look?"

"Even better than before the storm. Everything is repainted, the floorboards have been replaced and varnished with a charm that repels potions spills...It's perfect. And I even hired an assistant who lives in the apartment above. A young French girl-a cousin to the Fleur Weasley actually."

"You're amazing you are."

Silwen smirked at him and leaned against his chest once more. "After the shop was ruined last year, I was so scared it wouldn't be able to be fixed. I've almost never been so happy to see my fears contradicted."

"Well, if your husband wasn't me, who knows how the shop would have done."

She snorted. "I would have gone back to the apothecary next door and worked there to fund the repairs. It wouldn't have taken much longer, since they would pay me well, and you know it."

Draco chuckled. "But with me, it took less time."

"True. But I could have done it on my own."

His arms tightened around her as he imagined her working over-hours and weekends to finish the shop as quickly as she could by herself. Yes she could definitely do it, but she would nearly kill herself with stress and exhaustion. The thought wasn't a pleasant one. "If I ever find out who ruined your shop, they'll pay in much more than galleons."

"Draco..."

"I mean that. Whoever did that should be punished."

Silwen sighed and turned so her back was against his chest. "Then you'll have to take me to Azkaban."

"What?"

"The shop wasn't vandalized. It..."

"What happened? The Prophet said-"

"That it was vandalized when really I simply forgot to turn down the fire under one of the cauldrons downstairs."

"Are you saying that-"

"I ruined my own shop, yes, now stop this nonsense about punishing people."

"Why didn't you tell me?" his tone came out harsher then he had meant it to and he repeated himself in a gentler voice.

"Because you never asked and I...was partly embarrassed."

"Why would you be embarrassed?"

Silwen turned to face him again and grinned against his skin. "Could you imagine the headlines? 'Deceased Hogwarts Potion Master's Niece Blows Up Her own Potion Shop,' or something like that. I'd never be able to live it down or let alone get any customers!" She lowered her voice then went on. "I never lied to you. But...I didn't exactly tell you the truth either."

"I hid things from you too, so this makes us even."

"What? When?"

"6th and 7th year of school."

"Pfft. Hardly counts, darling. However if it is so important to you, I promise to not keep things from you again. Better?"

Draco nodded. "I promise to not hide things from you too." He looked down at her with a smile, brought his hand to her chin, lifted it toward his face, and kissed her gently on the lips.

When they broke apart, Silwen murmured, "Promises sealed with a kiss last longer in my opinion."

"I love you. And that keeps promises longer than kisses do."

"Pfft." But she nodded. It was all right for him to be right occasionally.