A/N: I do not own Harry Potter.
Warning: There is a some semi-sexual hinting in this chapter. Nothing explict.
Once they decided they had properly mingled with their guests, Draco and Hermione slipped out of the main part of the manor. The nice thing about having a couple hundred rooms was no one would know which one to look in. Hermione tossed her shoes off sitting on a white sofa. The Malfoy family seemed to favor the colors white, green, and silver.
"Do you think they've noticed we're gone yet?" Draco asked.
"If they have, I'm sure they think we're starting our honeymoon earlier," Hermione laughed. "When do we leave for France again?"
"The portkey is set for tonight, so," Draco paused pulling out his pocket watch. "We've got about five hours before."
"Whatever shall we do?" she asked smirking.
"We could do what everyone thinks we doing, we could pack, we could apparate somewhere and enjoy the day?"
"We could just stay in and read?"
"That's your suggestion for everything."
"It's a good suggestion," Hermione argued.
"It's our wedding day and you want to spend it reading?"
"We could secretly have our gifts brought to us and open them?"
"I like that idea more than reading."
"You like any idea more than reading."
"That is not true. I dislike the idea of returning to the reception and being embarrassed again."
"We should discuss children at some point."
"Why?"
"Because everyone expects us to."
"I know, I know, Hermione, but I'm not sure I'm even ready to start thinking about that yet. Could just imagine how people would treat our kids? Merlin, people still cross to the other side of the street when they see me walking. Can we at least wait to talk about this until we maybe clear our family name a little?" Hermione nodded.
"Alright. There's no need to rush into anything. Let's just enjoy today," she stated kissing her new husband passionately on the lips.
"Everyone already thinks we've started the honeymoon early," Draco commented kissing her back and pulling her into a tight hug.
"How many bedrooms does this manor have again?" Hermione asked with a small smile. Draco blushed as he realized what his wife was implying.
"About fifty, want to take a tour?" She nodded and Draco took her hand leading her to the first of many rooms.
