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(Draco pov)
"What do you say we go for a little swim?" I whispered into Hermione's ear, as I stood behind her.
"Um, sure. I've just got to do a few things first. I'll meet you in like the living room in like ten minutes, okay?" She said.
"Sure, take your time. I Love you." I said, taking her hands in mine.
"I love you too." She said. I then kissed her on the cheek, and walked away to the bedroom.
I then noticed I left my phone in the kitchen, and went back for it. There, I saw Hermione, with her back to me, on my phone talking to Neville.
"Yeah, sure, put Luna on the phone. Hey Luna…. Yeah. I was just calling to…" She then took a long pause as Luna said something, and her face lit up in a smile.
"Yeah, things are really good. Draco is… he's just so… Dreamy. I mean, he's so sweet and he cares about me, and….." She said, going on and on about how in love with me she was.
I was not about to interrupt her. It would only make her embarrassed, and then It would be really awkward. So I just smiled at her, and went back to the bedroom in search of swimming trunks. I then threw on my favorite pair of blue swimming trunks, and went to stand in the kitchen, where Hermione was ending her conversation with Luna.
"Yeah, miss you too. Give the babies a kiss for me. Okay. Bye Luna." She said, turning around to see me standing in the doorway, wearing only swim trunks.
"Um, how long have you been standing there?" She asked, her cheeks flaming with color.
"Not long. Just enough to hear you tell her goodbye." I said, making her exhale in relief. "Why? Is there something you told her that I should know?"
I walked over to her, and scooped her up into my arms. "Why no." She said, laughing when I kissed her hair. "I'm just going to go put my bathing suit on. I'll meet you in like 5 minutes." She then went off to the bathroom.
When she didn't come back for 10 minutes, I got worried and went to go check on her. I walked slowly through the hall in case I might startle her.
"Hermione….." I called as I walked into the bathroom. There, I saw her sitting on the floor, fully clothed, with her head on her knees. She was shaking, and it sounded like she was crying. "Hermione?"
She didn't answer, so I slowly walked to where she was, knelt down on the floor, and sat beside her. "Love, what's wrong?"
"I can't tell you." She mumbled, pulling her left sleeve down lower on her arm, like she was hiding something.
"Hermione, sweetheart, you can tell me anything." I said, extending my arm towards her left one, trying to see what was on her arm.
"No I can't. I-I can't. Not this." She said, sinking farther and farther into the corner she was sitting in.
"Hermione, love, Hermione look at me." I said, slight demand in my tone. She then turned her tear-streaked face towards me, I gently pushed some loose strands of hair out of her face, and rested my hand on her cheek. "I am your husband. I love you. I love you more than anything. I will never judge you, or look down on you for anything. You can feel safe with me. You can tell me anything, anything at all."
She pulled her face away from my hand, and turned towards me a little more. She looked at me, and I could really see the sadness pooling in the chocolate brown of her eyes. She had the most beautiful eyes, and they looked clouded, like something was blocking the color.
Hermione took a deep breath, and moved her right hand to rest at the bottom of her left sleeve. Ever so slowly, she grasped the hem, and pulled up her sleeve. Letter by letter, I could see 'Mudblood' engraved deeply into her arm. I just stared at it for a while, until she jerked her hand away, and started to cry again.
How the heck did that happen? Where was I? I thought, just staring as an angry scowl made it's way onto my face. Oh now I remember. It's all that witch bellatrix's fault. She freakin stunned me when Hermione and her friends were at Malfoy Manor. Thank Merlin she's dead.
"See, I know I shouldn't have shown you." She said, looking at the angry scowl on my face.
"Hermione-"
"No! I've never shown anyone that, since that day!" She half-screamed, hiding her face in her hands.
"No, love, it's okay." I said, trying to comfort her.
"It's not okay! It'll never be okay! I was never supposed to see it again! It was supposed to be an unbreakable concealing charm! It was supposed to disappear! It's just an ugly part of me-" She said, but I had to stop her right there.
"Hermione, no part of you can ever be ugly-"
"Well it is! It's hideous!" She said, only taking her hands off her face for a second.
"No, Hermione, it's not." I said calmly, trying to get her to calm down.
"How can you say that?" She asked, anger, sadness, and confusion etched on her features.
"Because I love you, dang it!" I yelled this time, making her face glaze over in shock. I wasn't about to apologize for yelling until she got my point. "Do you not know the extent of my feelings for you? I love everything about you, Hermione! Every scar, Every bump, every bruise!"
"But-" She started, but I interrupted again.
"No! There is no 'but' to this! That scar is not ugly! If anything, it's just saying how strong you are! You lived through a war! You fought for what you saw was right! That scar does not make you any less of a person or make me love you any less! You are my wife. You are my everything. Don't be ashamed for what you can't change! It doesn't matter what anyone else says! You are beautiful! You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, even with that scar!" I said, breathing heavily. She sat on the floor, looking at me with shock. Seconds later, her lip started to quiver, and tears rolled down her cheeks again.
"Hermione…." I said, my voice being drowned out by her cries as I picked her up, and set her down on our bed.
"D-Do you really m-mean that?" She said, her voice breaking.
"With all my heart." I said, sitting down next to her on the bed.
"Then c-can you please h-hold me?" She said, obviously trying to stop crying.
I nodded, and scooted over next to her, putting my arms around her and letting her cry into my chest. I rocked her slowly back and forth, mumbling comforting words, and drawing circles in her back with my fingers. We sat there for about an hour, until It was around noon. Hermione had stopped crying and she was just letting me hold her.
"Hermione...'Mione, love..." I said, looking down, and noticing that she was snoring softly on my chest. I mentally laughed at her antics, and laid her down across the pillows. I then grabbed a shirt from the dresser.
"Le sommeil serre', mon amour." I said, looking at her one last time, and going into the kitchen. (A/N: just so you know, that french term means 'sleep tight, my love')
Ha. She's not the only one that knows French. I thought as I opened the freezer door in search of something for lunch. I saw a plastic package that said 'pizza' on the front of it.
"I don't know what this is, but it's probably good." I said to myself, as I read the instructions on the package and stuck it in the microwave. I punched in '2:00' and sat at the table. Not thirty seconds later, Hermione came in.
"Draco, what are you doing!" She said, running towards the microwave. I hadn't noticed, but that 'pizza' thing had caught on fire.
"Aguamenti!" Hermione said, opening the microwave door and putting out the fire.
I didn't even see her take out her wand. Oops.
"Um….. Sorry." I said, smiling sheepishly.
"You do know that you're not supposed to put plastic in a microwave, right?" She said, smirking at me.
"I do now." I said, making her laugh.
Gosh I love the way she laughs.
~o0o~
The next two weeks in Jamaica were….. Just excellent. Hermione and I did loads of cool things. We swam with sharks, hiked, surfed, and loads of other things. We also grew closer as a couple. We now knew almost everything about each other, down to what shoe size we were. I had never felt so alive in all my life, than in the two and a half weeks we were in Jamaica. But sadly, it was time to go home.
"I guess we have to leave now, huh?" Hermione asked me, as she finished putting everything in her suitcases.
"Yeah. We've been here for two weeks. It's nice, but I kind of want to go home." I said, grabbing our bags, and putting them by the front door.
"Me too. You know, we haven't really talked about that." She said, making me confused.
"About what?" I asked.
"Home." She said.
"What about it?"
"We haven't actually discussed where we were going to live." She said, her eyebrows pushing together when I laughed.
"Why, we'll live at the my apartment, of course." I replied, taking our luggage out to the car in the drive way.
"But I don't want to live at the apartment. I want us to have a place of our own." She said, following me out to the car.
"Well, we don't really have much choice, now do we?" I asked.
"I guess not. But that doesn't mean we can't look." She said, standing her ground.
"Fine. I'll make you a deal. I'll think about moving, if we live in our apartment for a while." I said, folding my arms as she narrowed her eyes at me.
"Oh….. Fine." She said, giving me a kiss, and walking back inside to get her purse.
"Ah, love. Here, led me get dat for you." Our driver said, taking the luggage out of my hands, and putting it into the trunk of the car. I was very surprised my how prominent his Jamaican accent was.
"Thank you. Um, you're not the guy that dropped my wife and I off here. Where is Sam?" I asked, having to think about what our Jamaican driver's name was.
"Oh. Sam could not be wit us today. He is on his day off, man." The driver said, crossing his arms, and giving me a wide smile.
"I'm sorry, but I couldn't help but notice how….. Prominent, your accent is." I said, almost laughing at the look of confusion on his face.
"Accent? What accent, man? If anyone has an accent, id would be you, man. What are you, European?" He asked.
Just exactly how stupid is this guy? I thought.
"No, My wife and I are British. We live in a country, inside Europe." I explained.
"So you're European, man." He said, smiling at me.
What. An. Idiot.
"Okay sweetie, I'm ready." Hermione said as she came bounding out of the house.
I opened the car door for her as our so called driver got into the front seat. Hermione gave my hand a small squeeze, and I involuntarily looked down. I saw that she was wearing her sleeveless yellow sundress, and she was not covering up the scar on her arm.
"I love you, Hermione Granger Malfoy." I whispered into her ear. The sound of her new name sent a small chill down here spine.
"I love you too." She said, most likely because she forgot my middle name.
"My middle name is Lucious, by the way." I said.
She smiled at me, and we rode in silence all the way to the airport. We made our way through customs and security without any problem, but just as we were about to board the plane, some guy got pretty much tackled Hermione, and latched his arms around her.
"What the heck?" Hermione said, trying to shake the small Jamaican from her waist.
"Why hellooo, sexy. Have you finished p-planning our wedding y-yet?" He said, slurring his words. He was obviously drunk.
Then it hit me. I had seen this guy before. This was the same guy that asked my wife to marry him. How many times do I have to punch this guy for him to get it through his head that Hermione is already married?
"Get off my wife, or else." I said, visually fuming.
"Loooook, man. I-I'm trying to have a pretty, pretty moment with my f-fiance." He said, looking at me.
Oh that's it. I thought, as I grabbed the man's waist, and ripped him off of Hermione. I threw him onto the floor, sat onto top of him, and started violently punching him in the face. By the time security had pulled me away from the man, his nose was broken, his eye was swollen, and there was blood on my hands and all over his face. Two guards picked up the man, and cuffed his hands behind his back, and took him away. Then, the security guard put my hands behind my back, and handcuffed me.
"What the heck are you doing?" I yelled.
"Sir, you have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be held against you in a court of law-" He said, before Hermione interrupted.
"Stop it! Stop it! Draco was just protecting me! STOP!" Hermione screamed, trying to punch the guard who had me handcuffed.
"You have the right to an attorney. If you can not afford an attorney, one will be appointed to you." He said, finishing my Miranda rights.
"Mam, I'm going to have to ask you to take your bags, and follow the officer." A flight attendant told Hermione, handing her a cart and pointing towards me.
Three security guards escorted me back into a secluded area, and told Hermione she had one phone call.
Meanwhile….. (Ginny pov)
"Harry, not there! Move it to the left more! Everything has to be perfect." I said, giving orders to my husband to move the 'welcome home' banner. We were in Draco's apartment, getting ready for the couple's return later today.
"Here?" Harry asked, levitating the banner.
"Perfect." I said, smiling at my work. Then my phone rang.
"Hello?" I said.
"Hey, Ginny, you told me to call if I got any news on the baby." Tonks- I mean, Nymphadora said.
I almost forgot she was 4 months pregnant. "Yeah! So is it a boy or a girl?"
"It's a girl!" Dora screamed.
"That's great! How's Remus taking it?" I asked, thinking about my former DADA teacher.
"Oh, he's terrified. He's thinking too far ahead about what he's going to do when his daughter starts dating. I keep telling him that won't be for another 16 years, but as always, Remus is unnaturally stubborn." She said.
"I can so Remus doing that. So are you excited? I know I can't wait for when I have a daughter." I said, thinking of my daughter somewhere in the future.
"Totally! I can't wait to buy tutus and little dresses. Enough about me, How are-" She said, getting cut off by a beep.
"Um, could you hold on a minute? I'm getting another call." I said, pressing the hold button and switching lines.
(Harry Pov)
"Um, could you hold on a minute? I'm getting another call." My wife said, switching lines.
I was in Draco and Hermione's kitchen, eating a bag of chips, when I came back out to the living room to see Ginny shocked beyond belief.
"What? What happened?" She said. She then looked over at me and mouthed 'put those chip away, you'll ruin your dinner'.
Wow. Even when she on the phone, she still has time to criticize my eating habits. I thought, rolling up the bag, and sitting down on the couch.
"How did that happen?" Ginny asked. I couldn't hear who was on the other end of the call, but the voice sounded feminine.
"Okay, so where are you know?" She asked. "Oh. Well is the guy hurt badly?"
This time I could clearly make out the voice of a girl yelling, "Heck yeah he's hurt! He wouldn't let go of me!"
"Okay, okay, calm, down. If they haven't charged you with anything, they can't legally hold you there." She said. "Yeah. If they did you need to call a lawyer, and it should be cleared up in about an hour. Yeah. Call me when it's done." She said, hanging up the phone, groaning, and sitting by me on the couch.
"Who was that?" I asked, putting my arm around her shoulder.
"That was-" She said, before a baby's cry rang out through the house. "Where is James?"
"He was asleep in his car seat in Hermione's room." I said, making her get up and started walking toward the noise.
"Wait, who was that?" I asked curiously.
"That was Hermione. She and Draco won't be able to make their flight." She said, sighing.
"Why not?" I asked, assuming it was just a delay.
"Draco's in jail." She said, before walking out of the room to console our son.
"Oh. Well…. WAIT, DRACO IS IN JAIL?" I yelled, getting up to make sure I heard Ginny right.
A/N: Yeah, you must hate me for this. So I hope you enjoyed the chapter, and thank you to all of you who actually read the author's notes.
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