The Quidditch match had turned out the Slytherins and Ravenclaws, but four Gryffindors sat on the bleaches, watching the game. Ron and Harry sat a few seats below Ginny and Hermione, watching the game intently for any openings in the Slytherin team. They ignored the two girls, who were watching the game, but having a serious talk.

"What about you wanting to wait until after graduation?" Ginny asked. Hermione had just finished telling her about taking the fertility potion.

Hermione sighed. "I don't know," she said. "I was getting changed to surprise Draco and I saw the potion sitting on the bathroom counter. I don't know why it was there, but something just screamed at me to take it. It was impulsive, something I've gotten off Draco. I just opened it and put drank it with some water. Then I got all hot and...well, I don't have to tell you the rest."

"But you could," Ginny said. Hermione stared at her friend. "Come on, Hermione," she said. "I don't have a sexy husband to give me what I want. Harry and I are too new in our relationship to think about that, but that doesn't mean I don't want to know."

Hermione laughed and shook her head. "It doesn't matter," she said. "About the potion, I mean. I just started my period. I wasted the potion." She sighed and leaned her chin on her hand as she watched Draco dodge a bludger.

Ginny leaned back. "Maybe you could ask Fred and George for another potion. Draco would never know."

Hermione shrugged. "Maybe," she said. "Could you ask them?"

The red head snorted. "Right," she said. "Ask my twin brothers to brew me up a fertility potion. They'd have a field day.

Hermione laughed, then yawned, quickly putting her hand over her mouth to catch it. "Sorry," she said.

Ginny laughed. "I wouldn't be," she said. "I know why you're yawning. Now, tell me all the details."

Hermione laughed at her friend and shook her head. "My husband. My sex life," she said.

Ginny stuck her tongue out at her and watched the match. Slytherin won, of course. "You going to tell him?" Ginny asked as they stood.

Hermione stared down at her husband as he landed and his team crowded around him. "Maybe later," she said. "I'm sure he's going to want to celebrate tonight."

Ginny groaned. "You tease the less fortunate," she said, but smiled anyway.

Hermione laughed and made her way down the bleachers. She walked onto the field and waited for Draco to pull himself away from his team. He spotted her and made his way over, lifting her up around the waist and kissing her passionately. Hermione cupped his face and kissed back, angling her mouth slightly, as she was higher up than him. He grinned and said, "That's a better reward than the House Cup."

Hermione laughed and said, "Then you won't mind when Gryffindor takes it from you. Again."

Draco grinned mischievously and said, "Those, dear wife, are fighting words. Very well. I accept your challenge." He threw her over his shoulder and strode off the field. His team watched them go, nudging one another and laughing

"Where are we going?" she asked.

"The battlefield," Draco said. "Bed."

She rolled her eyes. "You have a one tracked mind, Draco," she said.

"I haven't heard you complaining," he said as he headed toward the castle.

A few people stopped and laughed as they watched Draco carry Hermione up to the castle. Over the last few months, people had gotten use to the two newlyweds. There were multiple pools going on, too, because of them. There was the one of when they'd get a divorce, when they'd leave the honeymoon phase, if they were going to have kids soon, and even how long their longest kiss was. Given that there wasn't anything interesting until graduation in two months, bored students did bored things. Last Hermione had heard, Ron had taken over five pools and was collecting quite a bundle.

Draco carried her up the stairs to their room, but Professor Snape chose that moment to come around the corner. "Draco," he said. "Must you always carry your bride everywhere? I'm sure she can walk on her own. Even if it is to your rooms for a quick shag."

Hermione blushed. Not because a teacher had spoken so informally, but because that teacher was her husband's godfather and it was in his class that the two love birds had been at their most flirtatious. Draco slowly slid Hermione to the ground and said, "Sorry, sir. Got caught up in the win against Ravenclaw."

Snape raised an eyebrow. "I'm curious to see what happens when you win against Gryffindor," he said.

"If he wins," Hermione chimed in. "You'll be facing Harry as Seeker."

Snape snorted. "Slytherin will have an easy win, then," he said. "Try not to be too tired for potions, Draco. Mrs. Malfoy." He walked away then. Snape had yet to call her by her first name, referring to her new surname, instead.

Draco turned to Hermione and picked her up again. "Draco," she said as he carried her into their room. "You heard what he said."

"Yeah," he said. "And potions isn't until tomorrow. I'll be back to normal by then."

Hermione laughed as he plopped her down on the bed and slid his Quidditch uniform off.

AN: Okay, it's short, and I'm sorry, but I wanted to answer a few questions. The next one will be longer. Promise.