A/N: I do not own Harry Potter, or Hermione, or Draco. I do own a Lego Snape!
This chapter contains mentions of sex. I promise, nothing explicit!
Hermione blinked her eyes open with a smile. Warm sunlight filled the room. She could hear Draco snoring next to her. She bit back a laugh. Of course Mr. Perfect snored.
"Morning, husband," she whispered kissing him lightly on the cheek. He groaned, rolled over, and pulled the blanket over his head. Hermione laughed sliding out of the bed. She pulled on a robe glancing around the room. She'd unpack later. She stretched marveling over everything.
Yesterday seemed almost like a dream.
They had barely made their portkey. Draco had given her a tour of her new home. She'd seen about half a dozen of the rooms before they'd married. There were more rooms than she would ever know what to do with.
"I think there are some here I haven't even been in," Draco commented one time. She didn't doubt it. There were, in fact, several bedrooms, all furnished for guests. They had taken advantage of this fact more than once.
A small smile played across Hermione's face as she made her way to the kitchen of the cottage where they were staying. Her and Draco had spent nearly a week deciding where to take their honeymoon before finally settling on a small island off the coast of France.
"You awake?" Draco asked groggily.
"Yes, for a bit now. I was about to start breakfast, want something?"
"Sure, whatever you're having. Just no scrambled eggs," he shuttered slightly at the thought. Hermione smirked knowing one of these days she was going to get that story out of either him, or one of his friends.
"Scones alright?"
"Yes, scones are alright. It's nice this place comes with a fully stocked fridge."
"For the price we paid, a magic fridge is a small perk," she replied starting breakfast. Soon the air was filled with smell of frying bacon. Draco had pulled on a deep green robe and joined her in the kitchen.
"Morning Mrs. Malfoy," he said kissing her quickly on the lips.
"Good morning to you too," she kissed him back leaning back against him.
"How long do you think we have before someone decides to interrupt our honeymoon with either the world needs saving or something completely trivial?" she asked.
"Give it two days. We could put up wards, keep the owls out."
"I don't want to hurt them, besides, I'm sure your mother's owl will be arriving shortly asking about if we consummated our marriage yet and how long does she have to wait for a grandchild," Hermione laughed as Draco's face turned red.
"Can we please add that to the things to talk about later? Right now, I just want to think about how beautiful my wife is." Draco stated wrapping his arms around Hermione.
"Didn't we just get out of bed?" she asked allowing Draco to lead her. She quickly turned off the stove with spell before falling back into the bed.