They were cuddling and kissing each other until Dolly informed then that dinner was ready. Lucius let out a groan of frustration. Hermione, on the other hand, was full of energy and jumped up from the couch. Taking Lucius' hand she dragged him to the dining room.

Smiling broadly she hugged Draco with all her strength. She placed a kiss on his cheek. Draco looked confused and didn't move, tolerating her showering him with love and affection.

Hermione proudly showed him the ring on her finger. "We're getting married."

Draco's face fell and all color left his complexion. He glared at his father. Lucius gave him a warning glance.

"So you're going to be my stepmother?"

Hermione blushed heavily. She hadn't thought about it that way.

Dinner was once again a silent affair. While Hermione just couldn't stop smiling and was fighting back so many emotions that wanted to burst out, Draco and Lucius just didn't have anything to say to each other. It was frosty between them. But tonight it didn't affect her.

She hugged both of them before flooing to the Burrow. Once she had left the Manor, Draco turned to her father. "Marriage? Really? And when did you want to tell me about this?"

"You are the first to know."

Draco huffed.

Lucius buried hid head in his hands. "I did not believe she would agree or I would have told you in advance."

"If you don't want to marry her then don't propose!"

"Stop screaming. This situation is just as new to me as it is to you," Lucius said.

"You're an arse! In case you haven't noticed, she's my friend! You can't just play with her feelings."

"I am not. I do love her. I just did not think that she would want to marry me that soon." Lucius sighed. "I thought if I would propose early, she would feel guilty for making me wait and we could make our union legit at a reasonable time."

Draco started laughing. "Scheming and planning don't work well with Gryffindors." He scratched his head. "You're really getting married again?"

"I am."

Draco shrugged. "At least she isn't a gold digger and I like her."

"You are not sabotaging me?"

"You know Father, I would always support you but you know how stressed out I am by all the potential bride Mother has been sending me…"

"Fine, I will talk to your mother, but you are going to be the perfect, well-behaved stepson to my bride."

"Deal," Draco said offering his hand.

Lucius took it and they shook hands.

Hermione arrived at the Burrow and went straight to the living room. Finding Ginny and Arthur chatting over a cup of tea, she hugged her friend tightly. Smiling broadly and showed Ginny the ring. "I'm getting married."

"Oh wow. Do you know when?"

"We haven't set a date or anything. Lucius still has a lot of paperwork to take care of, so it won't be this Wednesday…"

"Woah! That's quick are you sure you don't want to take half a year to prepare a big celebration with your muggle relatives and all."

Ginny's words hit her hard. She had almost forgotten how often they've talked about their future plans and dream weddings. Hermione would have loved to wear a ridiculously expensive dress for once. To be at the center of attention, to be a proper girl if only for one day. She had always wanted to have both her muggle relatives and her magical friends around her.

Hermione sighed. "Things have changed. There's no point in having a big wedding if the very people I spent my last seven years with and repeatedly risked my life for won't be attending. I'm done waiting and putting my life on hold. I just want to move on."

Arthur and Ginny exchanged a glance. They didn't seem convinced but neither of them argued with her either. She was relieved that they spared her the whole he's-an-evil-Deatheater-speech.

Arthur placed his hand on her shoulder. "You know, I don't like Lucius and that will probably never change but we're always here for you and of course, we'll come to your wedding."

Hermione looked at him with teary eyes and hugged him. It felt good to be supported no matter what.

Returning home, Hermione was pleased to find Draco in a much better mood. The following morning she entered the breakfast room. She was surprised to find Draco was already awake.

"What are your plans for the day?" he asked.

"We're going to my parents' house. They won't come back from work until the evening but I thought I could use the time before dinner to pack up the rest of my stuff," Hermione said.

"You're moving in with us?" Draco looked at his father. "What happened to it is not proper to live with a witch before marriage?"

"Technically, Hermione moved in with us months ago," Lucius said.

"When? Why did nobody tell me?"

"It was more of a gradual progression, at first there were only a few clothes and her toothbrush, then there were a few books scattered around the Manor and she redecorated the sitting room…" Lucius trailed off, as he watched his son jump up and ran upstairs.

"We have yet to finish breakfast, but go on," the older wizard said to himself.

Draco returned a few moments later. He was out of breath. "When have you changed Mother's sitting room?"

Hermione flinched. She felt like she had done something wrong. Had she overstepped her boundaries? "I, em, your father thought I could and, em," she stammered.

"It looked horrible before and Hermione wanted to see if she could use magic to assemble furniture," Lucius said.

Draco didn't look satisfied with the answer but didn't push it either.

"Good luck with her future in-laws," Draco said to his father before he left. "Hopefully, they don't remember your first encounter," he added laughing.

They arrived at the front door. Hermione went through her handbag looking for her key. Lucius whispered Alohomora and the door swung open. He looked at her with a raised brow.

Hermione put her hands on her hips. "You're not supposed to do magic in a muggle area."

"I was very discreet." He slowly stepped into the house taking in his surroundings.

It was almost cute to see the older wizard explore her childhood home. "Do you want to see my room?"

He nodded.

Taking his hand she led him upstairs. Opening the door of her room she blushed. "I haven't renovated in years because I don't spend a lot of time in here."

He hesitated before stepping into the room. The floor was covered by a brown carpet and the walls were covered with a weird lilac color. A bordure with a flower pattern went through the room. The small space was filled with numerous bookshelves. In the corner of the room was her bed. It was rather short, he wouldn't fit inside. Her desk was covered with binns filled with color pencils. There were plenty of stuffed animals spread out.

As she watched him take in his surroundings, she felt like a child looking for her teacher's approval. She sat down on her bed offering him to sit next to her. He looked at her before lowering himself to bed, He moaned and complained that her bed was too low making his knees ache.

Hermione giggled. "You're not that old."

The aristocratic pureblood looked out of place. He was holding a stuffed bear as he looked at the room. It looked adorable. She leaned forward and pressed a kiss against his cheek. He looked at her as if he was contemplating his next step.

Lucius placed his hand on her lap. He stroked over her thigh getting closer and closer to her crotch. "When will your parents return?" he whispered into her ear. His hot breath caressed her earlobe. It tickled and her cheeks grew hot.

"I think we have more than enough time," Hermione said biting her lip.

He placed his hand on her cheek and kissed her. She slowly opened her mouth to welcome him in. He took his time ravishing her mouth. Heat pooled up in her lower belly. She slowly melted away.

With his strong hands, he reached beneath her blouse. He drew circles on her back making the little witch shiver with anticipation. Pleased to have such an effect on her, he couldn't help but smile. They separated briefly to breathe. He looked into her big, brown eyes. They were filled with lust.

Kissing her soft lips he started to unbutton her blouse. One by one, the small mother of pearl buttons came undone, revealing more and more of her skin. As his hands moved lower and lower with each button, his head followed them trailing kisses down her neck.

Her lips parted and she placed her hands on his head, pressing him closer against her. His warm breath sent a tingling sensation through her entire body. He shoved her blouse off her shoulders using both of his hands. Opening her bra skillfully with one hand while Hermione loosened his tie.

With her index finger hooked into his silk tie, she dragged the older wizard closer to her. She let herself fall back onto the bed, taking the older wizard with her. He shoved her skirt up. Reaching between her legs, he stroked over her lower lips. He hexed her knickers away. His long elegant fingers parted her lips and his thumb circled her sensitive bud.

She shivered. Loud moaning she opened his trousers. He kissed her with urgency, positioning himself at her entrance. He looked at the young witch spread out beneath him on her small bed between countless stuffed animals before sinking into her dept.

He let out a loud moan and Hermione purred beneath him. With her small hands, she held onto him. Lucius removed them from his body and pinned her arms above her head. Withdrawing almost completely he felt her inner walls clenched around him, not wanting to let go. But her wetness destroyed all the grip. Breathing heavily he quickly pushed himself back into the tight little witch. He filled her completely stretching her in the most delicious way.

"Lucius, please."

Not wanting to make his fiance wait any longer he thrust into her with more force. Hermione let out a series of delightful squeaks. Her legs wrapped around his hips to press him closer against herself.

The bed cracked beneath them. Hermione arched her back. She looked at him with big eyes, terrified that the bed would give in and they would crash onto the floor.

His head fell next to hers and he buried his face in the nape of her neck. Inhaling her sweet scent he nibbled on her sensitive skin.

Pumping into her with all his strength, he felt her spasm around him. He couldn't take it much longer. Grunting into her ear his movements became less and less precise.

Hermione was crying loudly. She was so full of him she didn't know how much longer she could take it. She felt like her entire body was on fire. Her eyes fell shut as she came. She arched her back freeing her self out fo his grip.

He pushed a last couple of times into her letting her out her orgasm, relishing the tight grip around him before emptying himself into her. Collapsing onto her, he looked at her, completely spent.