Chapter 36: Drama

A/N: J.K Rowling owns everything except the plot! That's mine, I swear!

Hermione Granger woke up within a ball of silk sheets with a heavy object wrapped around her waist and as she gradually began to get used to the sunlight streaming through the window, she felt the warm breath on her exposed neck as her fiancee breathed a "good morning, love" in her ear. The curly haired witch turned around, closing her eyes as her blonde haired man kissed the tip of her nose and snuggled into his chest, the happiest she had ever been in her whole life. All of a sudden, she realized that this was the first time that she didn't have any nightmares when she was asleep since the end of the war. And it was all down to the man kissing he neck and wrapping his arms around her in a tight embrace. 'Dumbledore was right...love really does conquer fear and hate' the young woman thought in complete amazement and awe at the overwhelming passion and love she was feeling for Draco Malfoy at this moment and somehow she knew that their relationship would last a lifetime.

"I love you..." she murmured tenderly, kissing his clothed clad chest. She felt him tighten his grip on his soon to be wife as she looked up at him with big chocolate eyes full of love and adoration.

"I love you too, Mia" the blonde man replied, all the while wondering how he managed to get the love of such a spectacular human. She was the light to his darkness and he could not imagine a world without his Gryffindoor Know-It-All fiancee. His sappy thoughts were interrupted by a raucous outside the door of his bedroom and Hermione jumped in his arms.

"Time to wake up, lovebirds!" Narcissa Malfoy yelled through the door. "We have got a long list of things to do today!"

"What could we be doing today, Cissa?!" the curly haired witch shouted back at her soon to be mother in law. "We have gotten the cake, my dress, my jewelery, my shoes, my veil, Draco's suit, his shoes...oh...nevermind! we need to book the venue, send out invitations, buy decorations, sort out food, get a preist and buy a wedding album!"

Draco glared at her from underneath the covers of the bed when she stripped the sheets and clambered out of his embrace. She picked up her vinewood wand, pointed it toward herself and muttered a quick Scourify. A ripple of magic covered her entire body as the spell took effect and she looked refreshed and clean by the time the golden aura of the spell disappeared. She threw on a pair of jeans, runners, a short sleeve top and a Pull&Bear jumper then she opened the door and took off down the hallway, leaving her fiancee to sulk in the bed.

"Why can't we just stay here, in bed, for the rest of the day?!" he whined piteously while scowling. The scowl was replaced by a smirk when his beloved entered the room to give him a narrow eyed glare.

"Levicorpus!" she muttered, waving her hand in Draco's direction and he shot up into the air by his ankle with a yelp. He stayed up there for a full five minutes with a pout on his lips, holding his fiancee in a star-down until, eventually, he felt the blood rushing to his head and he found it difficult to breath.

"Fine! Ok, woman! You've made your point! I'll go out with you today!" the man in the air told her in a fit of panic.

"Liberacorpus." she said the countercurse, wandering out of the room and leaving him to crash into the bed. He groaned into the pillow before shaking himself roughly and rising from the bed. It took him a full hour to get ready and when he eventually came downstairs, he saw a very unimpressed looking set of parents. Lucius was leaning up against the mantel piece, tapping his cane against the brick wall and he fixed his only son with an icy stare when he came into the living room. Narcissa was drinking a cup of tea through pursed lips and se turned her back on the blonde haired youth.

"Did I miss her...?" he asked them timidly, getting a full on glare from both parents.

"She is gone on without you because you took to long," Narcissa said flatly.

"Has she gone to Diagon Alley?" he questioned, almost shaking under the weight of both their glares.

"Yup." his father snapped at him. With that response in mind, he stepped into the Floo network, yelling Diagon Alley as he went. As soon as he was spat out of the fireplace in The Three Broomsticks, he looked around him and the sight that met his eyes shocked him to his very core. There, right in the middle of the restaurant, a Tango lesson was in progression and right in the centre was Hermione, his fiancee, pressing up against a dark skinned, dark eyed, dark haired man sexily as she dance the Tango. He seethed with jealously as the man whispered something in her ear causing her to blush prettily and smile at him. As soon as the dance was over, she looked over her shoulder and caught Draco's eye. She couldn't help the gasp that escaped her as she took in his clenched fists, his stormy eyes, his tensed arms and the jealously in his features. She jumped out of Orion's arms as she saw the fight leave him in one huge, heaving sigh and he slumped, defeated. He turned and began walking towards the door of the restaurant, intent on getting some air when a hand pulled him back into the dingy building. He whirled to face Hermione, remembering how her eyes sparkled with happiness as she danced with the mysterious man.

"Draco..." Hermione began to say, momentarily speechless as she saw the love, adoration and sadness in those grey orbs. "I love you, Draco. That man and I are just friends. Don't worry about that...please, don't be mad."

"I love you, Mia. Never forget that." Draco replied, cupping her face in his big hands. "But I just need a bit of time to get the image of you blushing at him, smiling at him, dancing with him OUT OF MY HEAD!" he cried in despair, taking her hand off his arm and slipping way from her to go around Diagon Alley.

A/N: Oh dear! Trouble in paradise! I'll probs do one more chapter then the epilogue.

R&R please!

What have I done she thought. I only did it to make him jealous and guilty for keeping me waiting. Oh Gods! i'm so sorry Draco.