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Chapter 11
Valentine's Day at Hogwarts
The head girl, who happened to be a Gryffindor, stuck around after class one afternoon and approached Hermione.
"Mrs. Malfoy, may I talk to you?" the blonde girl wringed her hands together in nervousness.
"'Yes Miss Lorinette, what can I do for you?" Hermione asked.
"I was wondering if you could help me with this year's Valentine's Day dance. Mr. High and Mighty Head Boy won't lift a finger to help me."
Hermione snorted and looked up at her student, who looked confused. "I'm sorry Mr. Yates reminds me of the head boy in my year. Of course, I will help. After all, I was head girl in my year. Hermione said smugly.
"You really shouldn't lie to your students like that Mrs. Malfoy"
Draco was standing at the door with his arms crossed over his chest, with his trademark smirk on his lips.
"I didn't think he was that bad." He laughed and strode over to her desk and kissed her cheek.
A look of dawning crossed over the student's face.
"You were head boy? She asked.
"Yes I was, and I loved every minute of it." he replied with a smile.
"You two were friends even though you were in rivaling houses"
She was disbelieving that a Slytherin could be with a Gryffindor, Here was proof, they were married right out of Hogwarts.
Draco braced his hands on the back of Hermione's chair and leaned down so that his mouth was even with her ear and whispered, "We're going to be late lovely."
She jumped up, nearly head butting him and cried "Oh no!" and grabbed her robes off the table.
"I'm sorry Miss Lorinette, I will owl you tomorrow morning, being it a weekend" She nodded to her Gryffindor and ran out the door.
Draco rounded on the student and leaned in close to her ear. "Don't let her get away with that rubbish. Not all Slytherins are that way. Look at me, I changed, she changed me. You might find that if you sit him down and talk to him, talk out your differences then maybe he will be more willing to help. Don't force it, just let what happens happen" He replied softly then jammed his hands into his pocket and strolled out of the classroom.
Draco sighed outside the door. It was time to have a talk with his Slytherins. Nevertheless, for now he and his wife needed to get to the Burrow. He walked up beside Hermione and they walked together to the entrance hall. Hermione stalled and looked around the castle.
"What's the matter lovely?" He asked, concern written on his face.
"It's just so strange…Seeing the students and reminding me so much of ourselves when we were students, it's so surreal."
He spun her around to face him. "Why now all of a sudden?" He inquired.
"I don't know Draco… It's just realizing that no one has changed much, even after the war, except maybe you and I." She looked down at her feet.
"Your referring to the Slytherin house, aren't you?" He asked, and sighed when she nodded.
"Hermione Jean Malfoy, I am living proof that a cold hearted Slytherin can change. Do not go there; you know it is not true. Look at our history." He sneered, letting his anger rise into him, unbeknownst that students had stopped to watch.
"After all, I grew up and was taught to despised you and your muggle born kind. Before the war, I wanted nothing more than to rid the wizarding world of the lot because my father told me so. Hence why I made your life a living hell while we were in school. The moment when I was on the good side of the battle, it felt right somehow."
Tears had slipped down Hermione's face.
"But why did you go back?" She huffed.
"I don't know Hermione…even though I wanted to stay where I was, I could not, I would not defy my parents while the world watched."
Hermione's nose wrinkled as if she just smelt something horrific and anger flooded her face.
"Then you Draco, have not changed much at all have you? It goes back to you being a selfish little always-get-what-you-want prat, Malfoy" she growled, feeling somewhat like they had just entered another impractical argument when he would insult her in the halls long ago.
"I did what I had to do so that I wouldn't be killed Hermione, I was deathly afraid of Voldemort and what he would do to us if I didn't watch my tongue in his presence!" He cried, throwing his hands up in defeat.
"If Harry hadn't saved your ass three times that night, you wouldn't even have been there to look more like a git when you gave up the light side for the dark. He even hugged you! Told you how proud he was. It's sickening Malfoy" She screamed.
"I'm warning you Hermione, don't go there." He snarled.
Anger had taken over him and he muttered 'Stupid Mudblood' under his breath.
Hermione's eyes flashed red fury and spun on her heels to face Draco.
"You foul, loathsome, evil little cockroach!" She screamed and jabbed her wand into his neck.
He whimpered and sobbed, knowing he crossed the line and immediately felt guilt and remorse as soon as the words escaped his lips. Students gasped in unison watching their teachers. Hermione saw them all out of the corner of her eyes and all her anger left immediately. She turned her back on him.
"I'm sorry Hermione, I… I'm sorry." He begged her forgiveness.
She turned on him and he saw it come, and did nothing to defend himself, he deserved it. She raised her arm back, punched him squarely in the nose, and stalked off down the grounds. He cried out in pain and held his now bleeding nose.
'That makes twice my nose has been broken by that woman'He told himself.
"You lot get to your commons, there is nothing to see." McGonagall called out from the back of the crowd of students.
It thinned out quickly and Minerva walked up to Draco waving her wand across his face and muttering a simple healing spell. He cried out in pain as he heard a loud crunch and his nose being realigned
"Mr. Malfoy, I swear you know how to push that woman's buttons better than anyone." She half grinned at him.
"I wasn't expecting her to punch me, again…" He whispered.
"Yes well you got what you deserved, You know that. I'd suggest in the future, you keep your fights in private. now hurry along Mr. Malfoy."
She turned back around and Draco swears he saw a widened smile playing on Minerva's lips.
"Before you go Mr. Malfoy, there is a thing or two you could learn from the Muggle sport of boxing." A grin graced her lips and Draco furrowed his brows as curiosity plagued him. He mentally reminded himself to ask Hermione what boxing was later, if she didn't give him the silent treatment for his idiocy of earlier.
Draco sat beside Harry, Hermione was sitting beside Ginny, left of Harry and cooing over baby James. Harry leaned over toward Draco.
"Bloody brilliant mate, how you managed to get on her bad side is beyond me, You do it quite well, better than me, but I would stay away from her wrath, she's pissed." He whispered.
"Too late mate. She broke my nose. Again" he thought the last word.
Harry had a bemused look on his face. "Just like old times eh mate? What in bloody hell did you do?" He asked.
Draco sighed and whispered reluctantly "I became teen Draco Malfoy, the foul, loathsome, evil little cockroach I used to be…"
Harry half laughed hearing those words again and had a brief flash of third year when, to Harry's amusement Hermione said those same words and then broke his nose.
Draco put his head in his hands "Shut it Harry" He complained.
"Hello beautiful boy, you're just the cutest little man" she cooed rocking baby James in her arms.
She handed him back to Ginny and looked around the yard. The Burrow never changes; every time she came here, it felt like a home away from home away from home. She noticed the only thing that ever changed was the amount of muggle items that littered all over the Burrow's yard, courtesy of Mr. Weasley love addiction. She turned back to the front and sighed. A large oak tree stood towering over the Burrow and under it, a large grey stone with the engraving:
Frederick Gideon Weasley
1978-1998
Died protecting his family and friends
One of the greatest pranksters in history
Draco managed to get a peak at his wife before the funeral started; she looked 'Depressed' He thought.
'Draco, what in the world was you thinking! You idiot! You promised her you would never utter that word ever again, and now you go and muck it up because you can't control your bloody temper.'He drew himself out of his thoughts and watched as a red and puffy eyed Molly came to the front of the marquee, pointed her wand at her throat, and shouted "Sonorus" so she could be heard over the crowd.
"Friends and Family, we are gathered here today in honor of the memories we now hold for Bill. First of all I would like to thank everyone for joining us here today I…" Molly trailed off and began to cry again.
Mr. Weasley comforted his wife and sat her down. He performed the same spell and continued.
"William was a great man, a great father and son. He put the needs of everyone before himself and that is truly an honorable man." Mr. Weasley was saying, Draco however was looking in the direction of a shadow that passed by his peripheral vision behind a tree.
'He wouldn't dare to show his face here after what he has done.' Draco growled to himself.
Harry turned and said "What?"
Draco shook his head and tried to concentrate on the funeral.
"We now lay to rest William Arthur Weasley," Arthur said and waved his wand, levitating the cherry colored coffin and lowered into the ground.
He waved his wand again, a light blue stone erected at the head of grave beside Fred's, and Molly inscribed:
William Arthur Weasley
1970-2006
A loving husband and father,
The greatest man and son anyone could ever have
Draco turned to see Hermione wiping her nose on the back of her sleeve and holding tightly to James as Ginny was incapable of holding him at that moment due to her hysterical cries. Harry turned to Draco with a serious face.
"I saw it too. He's still here," He whispered.
Draco nodded and both Harry and he stood at the same time, arming themselves with their wands and ducking out of the crowd of people who were now standing, hugging, and crying on each other. Hermione saw this action and quickly handed James to Luna, who had been sitting next to her.
She too grabbed her wand and followed them. Harry strode over to one side of the tree and Draco the other. Ron was slumped against it, with his eyes closed, tear tracks showing brightly on his cheeks. Draco nodded to Harry and Harry mimicked.
"Come out; come out wherever you are Weasel." Draco jeered in a singsong tone.
Ron's eyes flew open and he braced himself against the tree using his shoulder to help get him into a standing position and leapt to the left, only to face Harry.
He turned and Draco was now closely behind him. He was surrounded.
"You dare to show your face here, after what you've done. Destroying your family?" Harry spat.
"I will do whatever I want Potter!" Ron said through gritted teeth.
Hermione rounded on them and halted seeing Ron.
"Ron!" she cried raising her wand up at him instinctively.
Harry and Draco followed.
"Expelliarmus!" Hermione cried
"Protego" Ron shouted quickly and rounded on Draco, wand raised high.
Draco smirked. "What are you going to do to me Weasel?" Draco teased.
"What I should have done a long time ago ferret." Ron replied bluntly and too quickly for Draco to catch on, Ron shouted "SectumSempra, Defodio"
Both spells hit Draco and he was thrown back a good ten feet. His blood slashing through the air and across the grass. Soaking the lawn, the tree,Hermione and Harry
"Draco" Harry and Hermione screamed, running after him.
Ron, feeling a sense of satisfaction, disapperated.
Draco lay on the grass, wheezing and gasping for air, the smash into the ground took his breath, as did the pain.
He sputtered and coughed blood up as Hermione ran over to him. She helped him rise up just in time for him to double over and vomit a pool of blood in front of him. He gasped and held his stomach.
"Draco we need to get you to St Mungo's." Hermione said frantically.
He lay back onto the ground and wheezed. "Mione, I won't make it through a disapperation." He managed to whisper before his coughing fits started acting up again.
Hermione jumped up and casted her patronus told it what she needed and sent it away. Moments later, a healer dressed in a yellow pen straight dress appeared and shuffled over to Draco.
"What spells were used?" The healer asked immediately and started poking and prodding him with her wand.
"SectumSempra and Defodio…" Harry answered.
The Healer nodded and began to work on Draco people crowded around the three and the healer.
Hermione looked shakily at her hands, which were blood soaked by Draco's blood from when the spell originally hit him, it was the most powerful cast she had ever witnessed, yet he should have died being hit by both spells…
She jumped up, ran out towards the grassy hill overlooking the Burrow and Luna's house, and collapsed into a crying fit.
Harry heard the healer mutter the same spell he had once heard Snape mutter in sixth year when He and Draco were in the second floor bathroom.
"Vulnera Sanentur"
Harry watched as his blood seemed to seep back into his body through the respective wounds they came from. He held his breath, Draco was fading fast, and he knew it. The healer waved her wand over Draco, mended him well enough to apparate, and did so immediately.
Harry looked up and noticed Hermione was not there. He quickly muttered"Scourgify," and the blood on his hands and clothes disappeared. He walked over to Ginny.
"I have to find Hermione." He whispered quickly and sped off past the oak, having an idea where she was.
He climbed the hill and saw her lying in the grass on her side with her knees up to her chest whimpering and sobbing. Harry lay down next to her and moved her hair out of her face. Her eyes were red and puffy.
Harry pulled her to him and held her tightly and she began to cry again.
"I… (sob) should… (sob) have… (sob) been… (sob) quicker…," she cried into Harry's shoulder.
"Mione, it's not your fault. His reflexes have become quicker than ours have, it's no one's fault but Ron." Harry whispered soothingly running circles with his hand onto her back.
"Why… is… he… (sob) doing… this… Arry?" Hermione stuttered. Harry cursed himself; he never told her the reason.
"Hermione… When the Order came for me, Ron and the Death Eaters were waiting to ambush them. Ron purposely fed you that information because he knew you would go straight to the Order… It's what he had planned. However, he expected Draco to be there with them." Harry began to explain,
Hermione sobbed harder.
"He told me that revenge is driving him, revenge on Draco for taking you away from him." Harry continued.
"No…" she whispered and bolted up. Standing with anger seeping through her body she shook and disapperated.
She opened her eyes and stood in front of Malfoy Manner. She could feel the powers radiating from the place so she could not go any further. Instead she screamed at the top of her lungs.
"Ronald Bilius Weasley you come down here right now and face me like a man. You wanted me, well here I am you insufferable prat." She tightened her hold on her wand and waited.
No one came.
"Ronald I am warning you if you do not want your followers to know your most embarrassing secrets you come down this instant" She screamed in a shrilly voice.
Ron appeared at the black gates and growled.
"What in the world are you screaming about?" He asked calmly.
"This childish game of yours has to stop now Ronald Weasley! How dare you claim ownership over me. I am not yours and I never will be." She screamed.
"I haven't claimed ownership of anything Hermione!" He cried.
"Fucking grow a pair and face me Ronald, no more hiding behind your little group." She spat.
He touched the gate with his hand and walked through it, coming up short of three inches away from her face.
"I am not hiding behind anything Hermione." He whispered
"You are."
Hermione's eyes widened, stepped back away from him and raised her wand.
"What the hell do you mean I am hiding?" She screamed.
"We all know that the only reason you even shagged him on the train was because you were rebounding. This relationship you have with him is an utter lie Hermione Jean Granger, and you know it." He screamed back, his face red with anger.
Her hand faltered a little to lower but then she shook her head and raised it high once more.
"I love my husband; I am in love with Draco Hyperion Malfoy and there is nothing you can do to change that Ronald. Not even if you put me under Imperio, I will always love him, and a little under four months our family will be complete." She said
His sunken blue eyes adverted from her face, to her stomach. Tears ran down his cheeks and the red turned to pink.
"I have always loved you Hermione since first year, I was just too much of a coward to tell you… I fucked up… I was going to…" He trailed off, dug into his pocket, pulled out a small purple satin box, and threw it to her.
She opened it and gasped.
"I've had it since end of our repeat term… I was going to ask you once we got back from Australia, had the whole night planned and everything, mum was helping me get it ready…" he whispered, wiping the tears from his face.
"Ron…" The fury returned to his face. "This isn't over Hermione, I suggest you leave now before I do something stupid. I warn you, I will have you whether you like it or not, just try and stop me." He replied and walked back through the gate with his hands in his pockets.
Harry bolted up after she disappeared and whispered "Oh shite…"
He jumped up and ran down the hill and slammed into George who was talking to Minerva.
"Oi mate" George began, but quickly became worried when he saw Harry's scared face.
"Hermione went to Malfoy Manner" he cried and George's eyes went big
"Are you sure?" George inquired.
"Yes, I told her about what happened in La Memori Casa and that Ron seeks to kill Draco for revenge and she just up and disapperated!" He explained
"Harry…He won't hurt her" George replied softly.
"No he won't, but he will and can hurt her baby…" Harry's concern had been for the child, George felt admirably towards Harry.
"It's interesting, Once you have a child, everything changes and all you worry your head about is are they ok…" George whispered to Harry and smiled when he saw that Flora and Gwendolyn was chasing Victoire around the yard with fireworks.
"Listen Harry, if it makes you feel better, I'll be at Hogwarts starting tomorrow, I'll keep an eye on her ok." George whispered reassuringly
Harry nodded then arched his brow "Why?
" George laughed
"Well until I was so rudely interrupted, Minerva invited me to be a substitute potions master until Draco recovers, which by the way he is doing ok, he's stable and resting." George replied.
Harry clapped George on his back "Congrats mate, but please don't vanish your students with fast acting illusion snarks. Harry and George laughed as Ginny came up on them.
"Harry we need to get James home, he's cranky." She replied.
"Alright, let's go." He took her by the arm, waved to George and disapperated.
Hermione's appearance changed drastically when she returned to her class Thursday morning. Nearly a week spent in despair. They wouldn't let her go back and see him...
Her eyes were sunken and had dark circles under them, her hair was frizzy and curly and unmanageable, and her clothes were wrinkled. Her temperament was on edge, shown when she lashed out on a second year student for disrupting class. He was supposed to be correctly using Fera Verto to turn his rat into a water goblet but instead thought it was funny to turn it into a miniature fire-breathing dragon that burned up half the books and parchment around her classroom. The fourth years sat down when the bell rang and Hermione jumped up and waved her wand at the board
Numididae Verto
Guinea Fowl- Guinea Pig
100 page essay on the correct way to cross-species transfigure animals
"Turn to chapter one ninety-four in your books. As always, include your lesson number and name in the first post of the task. I want you all to write an essay on the correct way to use cross-species transfiguration and it's many benefits in everyday life. I expect it to be on my desk by Wednesday."She replied
Sittingt back down in her chair as the students moved to grab their quills, ink and parchment and begin writing. A knock came at the door.
"Come in" She squeaked.
George opened the door and peeked in.
"Professor Malfoy, may I speak to you for just a moment?" He asked.
"Of course Professor Weasley." She replied and walked up the classroom
"No talking, I'll be right outside the door." She announced to her class before shutting the door.
"Hermione, you look awful, What has gotten into you? One of my students approached me in the dungeons this afternoon and told me that you laid into him, and mentioned that he's never seen you this way before. Please talk to me." George's brown eyes bore into hers.
"I haven't been getting the greatest amount of sleep lately George. Ever since I confronted… and Draco..." She trailed off and sighed.
"I understand love, I think you need a break. I have no more classes, why not let me take over your classes for the rest of the day and you go rest?" George suggested.
"I can't George, The Valentine's Day ball is tonight and I am a supervisor." Hermione quickly responded, a bit agitated.
"Alright mate; it was just a suggestion, no need to curse my ear off." George threw his hands up defeated and a sly grin crossed his lips. A George Weasley kind of grin if she had ever seen one.
'What is he up to…'
Then it hit her like a ton of bricks and she slapped him on his chest.
"OW dammit Hermione" George cried playfully.
"That was NOT funny George!"
She couldn't contain the fit of laugh that she now was in. She had not laughed like that in a long time, she mentally reminded herself to thank him later when she was able to control her laughter as she waved to him and entered back into her classroom.
She composed herself quickly and returned to her chair at the front of the class when a smug looking blonde boy raised his hand.
"Yes Ayden?" she responded with an arched brow.
"Professor" he said smugly with a smirk that reminded her faintly of Draco.
"I would never question your teaching methods, but do you not think it is fair to make us write this essay because a second year turned his rat into a miniature dragon that terrorized the classroom?" His voice was cool and calm, a smirk that could easily rival Draco's trademarked one creased his lips once more.
"Mr. Rookwood, I suggest that if you want to stay out of detention, you will mind yourself and not question me." She said angrily.
"But Professor…" He began and she flashed him an angry look and stood up.
"Just because you are Rodolphus and Bellatrix's ward does not mean you rule over everyone Mr. Rookwood."
She emphasized his last name and shot him a glare when his smirk vanished and was replaced with a grin.
"I don't know how you know that information PROFESSOR, but if I must remind you that my Godmother is dead and my Godfather is…" He trailed off and growled.
"Of course, your part of the Order of the Phoenix, of course you'd know Bella and her husband took me in after my father was murdered IN FRONT OF ME by one of your so precious members."
He cried and began shouting,
"Oh right, it looks like my lord took down the Order didn't he?" He laughed hysterically and regretted it immediately when Hermione grabbed him up by the collar of his shirt and dragged him out of the classroom. She pushed him into the corridor
"You will go and see the Headmistress Mr. Rookwood, and don't even think about trying to skive off, I'm sending word ahead of you that your coming" She said smugly and turned sideways and shouted
"Expecto Patronum" A silvery mist shot out of her wand and instantly took form of an…beautifully white peacock. She was momentarily distracted, her patronus changed… She thought of Draco and sighed,
'of course this is the first tragic event between us…'She pulled herself out of her thoughts and talked to the patronus then sent it away.
She turned to Ayden. "You best get going if you know what's good for you." She growled, spun on her heels, and reentered her classroom.
The bell rang above her head and she sighed,
'finally the school day is over.' She thought, but instantly remembered today was Valentine's Day.
She groaned loudly and picked up her robes off her desk and headed out into the corridor. Her feet started moving before her mind knew where she was going she arrived in front of her common room. She entered and decided that she would take a quick nap. She threw her robe onto the couch and plopped down, watching the fire intently. Her body slumped and fell deeply into a dream-filled sleep almost instantly.
"Everyone knows you just shagged him on the train because you were rebounding." Ron growled…
Hermione inwardly snorted when she heard Draco say " "
He smiled down at her briefly and she noticed his usual steely grey eyes where soft and calm, with a hint of…'what is that? Lust?' She thought to herself just in time for it to be proven to her. She saw a smirk grace his features and covered her lips with his, pleading her silently for entrance to explore her mouth. ' ' She was thrown out of her thoughts when her body trembled slightly as a response to him. ' Maybe he didn't realize she done it, maybe… but just as she thought it couldn't get worse, it did when Draco leaned in further, deepening the kiss. Her lip had parted for a gasp, but was instantly repressed when Draco attacked her tongue with his lustfully. A realization hit her as she responded back to his kisses, '
"Stupid Mudblood" It was barely heard, but she caught it and she was shocked to hear those words come out of him again. Before she could think, she shot him a deathly murderous glare and spun on her heels to face him, anger was taking over… "
"Draco!" She and Harry screamed in unison, she was shocked that Ron's ability at wand-work had changed so drastically. She threw herself to her knees beside Draco's mangled, bloody body on the ground ten feet away from where he had been previously. She tried hard not to cry in front of everyone as she summoned her silvery otter patronus to alert a healer at St. Mungo's that they needed assistance at the Burrow at
She looked into his grey eyes as the healer was assessing him, they were almost as if the light in his eyes were fading and his skin was paler than normal. Her hands shook and she looked down at them, his blood dripping from them… She shot up and ran, trying to escape the thought of loosing Draco.
"it's no one's fault but Ron." Harry's words stuck in her mind. Ron…
"Hermione?"
She heard her name being called; it awoke her immediately and sat up. George was hanging over her with a frightened look in his eyes.
"The ball starts in an hour" George replied to her silent questioning look.
"Shite!" She jumped up and ran to her room to dress. She bolted down the stairs, George was still there, she felt relieved that she wasn't alone. She noticed now that George was dressed smartly in a bright red dress robes and had a rose held out for when she came back downstairs. She took the rose and smiled softly.
"Why thank you George." She curtsied and he smiled brightly at her then took her arm in his and walked down to the great hall. As soon as they entered the hall, her jaw dropped.
Even she was outdone on this one!
The Hall was doused in a low glow of red and pink fairy lights that danced around the hall, red and white rose petals littered the floor. Low natural white candles lit each and every heart shaped table littering the sides of the hall. The candles hovered inches above and center of the tables and red, white and pink glitter graffiti beads littered the tables. George lead her to the dance floor and placed one hand on her waist and the other in her hand, but kept his body a bit distant from hers, which she was glad of.
Three hours and several dances later, she was back on the dance floor with no other than George Weasley, she noticed he was grinning widely. She closed her eyes so that she didn't listen to her urge to lead the dance. She didn't open her eyes when she felt George's hands leave hers and a much more firm hand took her by her waist and pulled her body in close to him and placed his other free hand in hers. She froze, when her head rested on her partner's chest. She knew that scent
…It was spicy…
Her eyes shot opened and she was floored, her jaw dropped as she looked up and saw Draco dressed in a dark red dress robes, his sleek blonde hair was cut above his ears and was slicked back. His grey eyes were, to her greatest relief full of life again and a smile was playing on his lips. He bent down so that his lips were even with her ear and whispered.
"I've been waiting to dance with you all night."
She burst into tears in the middle of the dance floor, wrapped her arms around his neck and crushed her lips into his. She broke the kiss moments later and held him tightly.
"What's wrong lovely?" He asked curiously.
"I thought I'd never see you again…" She whispered, then broke into renewed tears
"I'm so sorry I hit you Draco, I don't know what had gotten into me"
He cupped her chin in his hand and pulled her up to meet her eyes.
"You have no reason to apologize Hermione I should have never EVER uttered that word. It's sickening. I got what I deserved when you punched me."
He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her body into his.
"I'm so sorry Hermione, I'm so sorry. Please forgive me." He begged her.
Hermione rested her head on his chest and closed her eyes.
"Of course love, No matter how much of a prat you are some times, I will always love you." She whispered.
She felt his grip on her tighten and then release her. He offered his hand to her and she took it with a smile and allowed him to guide her to a table.
"Are you ready?" He asked her watching the students file out of the great hall chatting loudly.
"I must stay for a little while to help right the great hall. I'll be home soon love." She smiled and kissed him,
he smirked and disapperated.
She stumbled through the dark house and turned on each light as she went. It took her a moment to realize that there were rose petals of red, pink, and white littering the floor of the flat. Curious she followed them. As she entered the bedroom, Draco was lighting the last hovering candle around their room with his wand.
She gasped and looked around to see thousands of candles hovering around the room, soft music playing classical and the rose petals she had been following lead straight to their bed and more lay sprinkled atop their bed. He walked over to her; she noticed that he only shed his dress robes but left on his white button up, now unbuttoned and his slacks.
He took her hand and instead of leading her to the bed, led her to the bathroom where the overly enormous tub that could possibly fit four was drawn and rose petals of all three colors floated in it.
Her jaw dropped.
At some point he moved behind her and was rubbing his hand up and down her arm. She allowed herself to close her eyes and enjoy the electricity now thrumming through her body at his touch. He kissed her neck and she jolted as sparks flew through her and made her tremble. Draco smiled softly and trailed kisses down her jaw line and down her neck to her collarbone, all the while unzipping her dress and letting it slide slowly from her body.
His hand flew up immediately and explored her entire exposed body tenderly. Every touch or brush of his slightly shaky touches made her body tremble and envelope the sizzling heat from his touch.
He slid his hand down her stomach and raked his nails across her inner thigh, which caused her to moan softly. She spun around and crushed her lips against his passionately. Her hands found their way to the button of his slacks and then the zipper, he took that moment to break the kiss and gasp for air He gestured to the tub and removed the rest of his clothing as she did the same with her undergarments. He sat down before her and guided her over to sit between his legs. He played with her hair as she laid back against his chest and closed her eyes.
"Happy Valentine's Day Mrs. Malfoy." He whispered softly.
She smiled softly
"Happy Valentine's Day Mr. Malfoy. Thank you" she whispered back.
For a while they rested in the tub and sometimes a brush or a movement in her favor, made him inhale sharply or moan. When the water began turning cold, they got out and toweled off, afterwards he went into their bedroom and she followed. He was laying flat on his back, staring up at the canopy when she climbed on top of him and straddled his hips, but hovered inches above so she wasn't actually touching him.
He tore his gaze from the ceiling and onto his beautiful, sexy, know-it-all wife and smiled when she leaned down and kissed him softly.
'Oh Hermione, who are you fooling woman? Lust radiates from your body, I know what you want. Tease' He thought
seizing her by her hips pushed her down on top of him and kissed her lustfully. She cried his name and he obligingly guided her hips to grind against him.
He flipped her over, sat up on his knees. He grinned then picked up one of her legs and rested it on his shoulder, grabbing her hips, he pulled her body towards him effectively guiding in. He dug his nails into her skin and thrust her forward against him hard and fast.
A look of shock fell over her face when he first set her in the position, but soon it was forgotten when she was already crying out his name, thrice. Her third and final release, downed every inch of will he had left and finally he thrust his hips hard into her, digging his nails deep into her hips as he held her body tightly against him and groaned 'MERLIN HERMIONE' He came hard and his entire body trembled. He collapsed on top of her and she held him tightly.
A/N Phew this is one interesting chapter! 6,273 words, I think my longest one yet! I couldn't stop writing. As always, please R&R My inspiration to continue this story comes from all of you reviewing! Thank you to those who did!