"You can't just barge into my flat unannounced, and besides, how do you know where I live?" I spluttered after a few seconds of hatefully staring on both our parts. He gave me a strained smile and tapped his nose. "My secret, darling, and don't you mean our flat? What's yours is mine, and what's mine is yours. This is what happens when people get married." Dramione. Rewrote Chap23!

"I'll kick your arse regardless, Malfoy," I murmured. He chuckled again and I arched into him. "Then get on the bed," he said and watched my hips sway as I walked to his large bed. "This is going to be a long night, Granger."

Hermione thought she was the only person in the world who would spend Valentine's Day in a Graveyard, but she was wrong. He's there. Every single year, with his gloves, roses, and answers. Dramione Valentine's Day one-shot. Post-Hogwarts. EWE.