I want to warn everyone that I am using a phone to write this story and I use a seperate app to write and do corrections. when I copy and paste over the paragraphs merge, so if i missed seperating them I do apologize!

Adult Content Warning "it does get pretty graphic Ive left an indicator as to where it ends if youd like to skip the part entirely"-I mean it is their first night together as a married couple.

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'Has anyone ever seen the beauty of a woman on her wedding night?' This is what Draco thought as he stood in the doorway leaning against a cream colored doorframe. He watched her carefully as she slowly made her way around the master bedroom. Fingers running along birchwood furniture, along cream colored silk bedsheets and feathered pillows.

She glew a radiant glow as her face bore an ear to ear smile. She peeked into a master bathroom and a walk in cloest.

"You spoil a woman Mr. Malfoy." She was walking towards him, hips swaying back and forth in a mesmerizing way. His flesh grew hot, he wanted nothing more than to grab her here and now and have his way with her. But he held out, watched as she came closer. A gleam in those brown eyes.

She was such a tease.

She walked towards him. Hands behind her back grasping the clasp to her wedding dress. He could hear the zipper slide down into place. She slid her arms through the small straps of her dress and slid it down the curves of her slender body. Her eyes never leaving his.

Hermione had become such a quiet reserved woman, the war having made people grow to fast, made them change in ways they wouldn't have ever thought. Some people for the better. Some for the worse. She dealt with her experiences in a way only she knew how. She wasn't the bossy know it all girl she once was. She was more refined, more elegant. She still read books like she always had, could still answer any question, knew everything about anything you could ask and if she didn't she'd find out. She was just more quiet about it.

Hermione turned from him, her backside glistened in the moonlight that shined through the floor to ceiling window. White lace lingerie clung to her body begging to be ripped off. She glanced over her shoulder at him and gave him the most sultry of looks. Her eyes begging.

With the parting of her lips, and her fingers making the signature of the spell before her, her dress slid from her hands and headed straight to the master bedroom closest and hung up. Wandless magic was something she had learned, and practiced over the years, vowing to master it incase she was ever in a situation she would need it again. He caught a glimpse of a shiny scar along her forearm. A scar he wished he could steal away.

He had slowly begun to undo his tie, unbottoning his suit and dress shirt. Tossing them to the chair beside the door, he watched as she walked over to the window standing there bare except her lingerie. His hands fumbled with his trousers, the buckle snagging and not coming loose.

Was he nervous? He had been with her this way a hundred times, they werent clumsy anymore, on the contrary some nights were filled with heated passion, some nights they laughed, and talked and just ultimately enjoyed each other. Draco wouldn't lie, some of those nights were some of his most favorite memories.

He finally got the clasp undone, his shoes and the rest of his clothes peeled off, he cast them away admittedly with his wand, 'Wandless magic eludes me,' he thought to himself as he made his way towards Hermione.

He stood behind her, only a few inches apart. The heat forming between them, he saw goosebumps rise against her skin. He reached out and placed his hand at the nape of her neck, gripping the hair there. "Now, Mrs. Malfoy," his breath hot against her skin as he leaned forward and whispered in her ear. But he couldn't finish what he was about to say.

Hermione had taken her hips and pressed into his, the need of wanting to feel him against her overwhelming her. Dracos other hand reached around splayed across her stomach. He slid his hand downwards until it reached the edges of her lace panties. He pulled her head back gently to gain full access to her neck. He grazed his lips lightly across her skin, she ground her hips into him, his erection pressed hard against her. His groaned, "Hermione please.." he gasped out. He was only met with more movement, more pressure.

He couldn't take it anymore. So he wrapped his arms around her waist and carried her to the bed. He sat her down again, and bent her over the edge of the bed. "Stay," he growled in a low husky voice. He heard her giggle and watched her part her legs exposing herself to him. He could see where she was aroused which caused his erection to throb at the sight, pressing hard into his lower stomach. He bent down level with her arousal.

He trailed kisses from the edges of her lace panties down to about midthigh. She shuddered, gripping the silky green sheets. His hands gripped her thick thighs at the base where it curved into her butt. His thumbs at the edges of her panties centimeters from her slick arousal. He groaned and his thumbs slipped under the edges, he slid them up and down over slick wet folds, over the entrance, and back down again. She buckled away from him a moan escaping her rosy pink lips. But he pressed forward, pressing harder and sliding his thumbs over her again and again, he could feel her throb, her wet folds becoming slicker as he went.

Then he stopped. She groaned, lifting on her tiptoes. "Draco…" was all he heard. He slid her panties to the side fully aware that he would destroy them the longer they stayed on. She was fully exposed to him now, her folds glistening with her arousal. He couldn't help himself so he leaned forward his tongue sliding over her. She lifted as high as she could her legs as far apart as she could get them.

Thats when she reached behind her and tangled her fingers in his hair. Draco loved when she did this, loved when she pressed further onto his tongue.

"Hermione, please, please.." Draco gasped, they had at some point made their way fully onto the bed, he watched as she sat above him, stradling his waist as he was deep inside her. Her hips moved in this rythmic way, one hand was pressed at the base of his throat, the other cupping a breast fingers massaging her nipple. Her eyes were closed, head thrown back lost in the movement. He wasn't going to last much longer. Not with the way she looked above him.

She leaned forward then, her lips coming to his ear. Her hips moving upwards and downwards. "Finish with me Mr. Malfoy. Finish now" that was all Draco needed. He thrusted deeper into her, his hands grasping her, skin pooling up between his fingers as his grip tightened, his hips thursting deeper and deeper with each movement. Fireworks exploded behind his eyes, his grip loosened as he pressed as deeply as he could into her. She spasmed around him calling out his name. Blood returning to the rest of his body, his head becoming foggy.

They collapsed in a tangle of sweaty limbs. His head rolled towards her. "Good god Hermione..if you keep that up our marriage will last a lifetime." He laughed as she reached over and smacked him on his bare chest. Her fingers grazing over the scars on his chest. A habit she had when she found him shirtless no matter the situation. He reached up and grabbed her hand and kissed the scar over her forearm.

"Im all yours, now and forever Draco…" she trailed off as Draco pulled her towards him her head resting against his chest. Her eyes fluttered shut. Draco grabbed his wand off the side table and flicked the curtains to the window shut. He glanced at the clock on the wall that hung above the dresser. It read 3:35am. The sun would be rising soon, but they wouldn't. Not yet atleast.

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Hermione could feel him before she saw him. She lay under the willow on overly plush cushions, green silks beneath her. She lay propped against a pillow, a book open against her lap. It was an old comfort, Hogwarts A History. She was excited to go back, to teach the next generations of students. To mold young minds to hopefully do better.

They had been there three days already, sleeping, sleeping together,cooking together, reading, and whatever else they could get their hands on just enjoying the other and becoming adjusted to the married life. Friends had come to joke that they had been married for far longer than this. People in the streets especially in muggle London had sat to talk asking how long they had been married, sometimes they would joke and say they had been married for a few years, other times they would say the truth. It was natural to them, natural to be together having fallen into a comfort of sorts with each other.

They were the type that was stuck to each others hips when work didnt keep them apart.

They were each others half to a whole. Soulmates if you will.

A smile spread across her lips as brown met grey.

"Yes darling? Whats so funny?" He laid across the cushion sinking into the plush it like it was going to swollow him. His head coming to lay in her lap. She had instinctively stretched her legs out and moved her book. Her hands going straight to the silk like platinum blonde hair.

She laughed quietly, "Oh I was just remembering that time when we went to that cafe in muggle london and the old couple who sat at the table next to us had asked us how long we had been married. We lied and said we had eloped immediately the night we met and we had been married for years at that point." She giggled again.

Draco rolled to his back his hands playing with the hem of his white cotton shirt. He smiled, "Yes I remember, they about jumped out of their skin the old fashioned coots they were." Her fingers ran the edges of his ear a shiver running down his spine.

"Now now Draco," she laughed. "We did end up telling them the truth afterwards." They had, they had explained how by that point they had only been together for a year and a half, no hints about getting engaged or married anytime soon though. Hermione was leaving that to Draco, having already coming to terms that if he did propose whenever he decided to the answer would be an immediate Yes.

Little did she know it would only be a few short months before he would propose, and then a year after that they would be married.

"Okay 'Mione, whats the plans for today? I was thinking we could go out to London, do some shopping and have a romantic dinner after at that small dinner we love going to." He sat up and crossed his legs. She watched him as he did so, seeing how much he still looked the sixteen year old boy she knew at school. It was like he was just a giant kid now.

He gave her a lop sided grin as his hands gripped his crossed ankles. "Yeah that sounds like a plan!" She was excited, she loved walking around muggle London with Draco, explaning the muggle world to him was fascinating, his gave amazing counters as to why magic would be a better fit for certain things, even gave an open mind to things. Like cooking for example. When Hermione had first started going over to the Manor and visiting, she realized how much the family had relied on magic. From cleaning to cooking, to just about anything they could use their wands for.

Hermione then introduced Draco to a cooking class in London, it was one of their bigger dates and it was a challenege in the least.

He had put up a small fit, not wanting to really go but going to make her happy. He complained under his breath for the first hour about how using magic would be so much easier. But by the end of the class he had gained an open mind, getting more and more into doing hands on things. Seemingly having forgotten he was a wizard.

It was one of their favorite things to do now, they would spend hours baking, and learning new recipes together. It had become their coping mechanism, their bonding time. If you didnt see them, or hear from them, you knew they were in the kitchen.

Noone bothered them there.

It was their space.

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"Ready darling?" Draco reached out with his arm, hers falling familiarly into the crook of his elbow and they apperated away. They appeared in the same spot they always did, a little alcove in a small alley way. She was pressed into his chest, her hands resting there. Glistening in the early afternoon sunlight her wedding ring sparkled. She smiled up at him.

"Lets go!" she grabbed his hand and made their way out to the street. The streets were busy with cars and people everywhere. She had one destination in mind as they made it to a cross walk.

There was a small bookstore that sat at the end of a street. It was an old antique place, and she was looking for something in particular. A certain romance novel. Hopefully they had the book. But she douted it, noone ever did.

She pushed the glass door to the building open, a bell ringing above their heads. The smell of old pages and leather hitting her nose like a welcoming scent. It was her favorite smell in the whole world, a comforting welcoming one. But as soon as her feet landed on the old oak floors a wave of nervous hesitation hit her square in the face.

Towers of shelves stood around them, each held lovingly in place. The shop was dimly lit, a few lanterns hung from the ceiling each holding a small lit candle. The owner always said it gave a warm comforting feeling to his customers which Hermione completely agreed with. They made their way to a large mahogany counter at the back of the store just as a springy old man came tumbling out of a back room. The doorway was covered in a large piece of black fabric. You could hear a TV playing, voices slipping through as the curtain laid back in place. The man stood no taller than Hermione herself, his stringy white hair falling around a slightly puffed face, thick round glasses over very pale blue eyes.

He looked over the rim of his glasses at them, a smile playing at his lips. "Ahh the Malfoys have returned." The both of them had been in the shop before, he had always assumed they were married, even after they had informed him they werent.

"Mr. Burtley! How are you?" Draco asked reaching out to shake the mans hand.

"Can't complain, " his thick accent was always a treat to listen too. Hermione reached out to shake the mans hand as always. Mr. Burtley took it and immediately turned her hand over. "Finally Draco! Look at that! Congratulations. Whens the wedding?" They both shared a look and laughed.

Gathering herself Hermione said, "Well you see Mr. Burtley, the wedding was three days ago actually!" They hadn't visited the man in over a year of course he wouldn't have known. He looked baffled, but very happy for them.

"Congratulations!" A smile reaching to his ears. "Well if your stopping here three days after your wedding day it must be important." He glanced at her over his round glasses. "What are you looking for dear?"

Hermione glanced at Draco, her nerves shot now. She had been nervous as soon as they walked through the door. She had been looking for this book for some time now. It was going to cost her a small fortune so she was hoping if Mr. Burtley did have it he would be willing to sell the book to her at a reasonable price. 'Why am I like this? What happened to me…' she thought to herself. She was not the woman she used to be.

Draco sensed her hesitation, sensed her caving in on herself. Her hand clenched into a fist at her side. The fabric of her beautiful blue dress clenched tightly between her fingers. He reached out, and slipped his hand down her wrist, her body tension easing every second. They had been here a few times, each time she had gone through something similar. Mr. Burtley was a kind man and could sense when she was having her fair share of issues and always gave her the time she needed.

But this episode was lasting a bit longer than normal. So Draco decided it was okay to continue for her. He was worried about her, his hand gripped hers tightly, their fingers entwined. "Hermione is looking for a book called," he glanced at her as if trying to remember the title of the book, " a book called 'Wuthering Heights?" It came out like a question. She shook her head yes. "But its the first edition, the one bound in leather." Draco continued.

Mr. Burtley nodded, a hand going to lips. A habit they had noticed when he was deep in thought. "Hmm.." he turned from them heading back into the same room he exited from. As he was gone Draco looked at Hermione, and cupped her small face in his. Her soft bouncy curls falling around his hand.

"My love what is wrong?" He leaned closer to her, gazing into her soft brown eyes. They were pooled with tears. She shook her head. A stray tear falling. He gently kissed her lips and steered her from the counter, a plush brown leather couch not far from the counter and had her sit down.

Draco walked back to the counter. "Mr. Malfoy could you come back here please?" Draco glanced at Hermione and mouthed that he would be right back and headed to the back room. It was small, big enough for a recliner, table and a TV on one side. The other end of the room had a few cabnits and counters, a small fridge and a contraption that Hermione had once explained to him was called a microwave.

Mr. Burtley was standing at one of the cabnits pulling out a brown lock box. He sat it down on the counter with a small clinking sound. Draco walked up to the counter to stand beside Mr. Burtley.

"Is Hermione okay Draco? She seems to have gotten worse since the last time you both were in my shop."

Draco stood there for a moment, that had been the worse episode by far. She had always been able to pull herself out of them. "I hope so Mr. Burtley shes starting to worry me."

He opened the lid to the lock box. Inside the box laid a black leather bound book. In gold inlay read the words. 'Wuthering Heights' it was the book she had been looking for. Dracos heart swelled. She had been looking for the book since they had started seeing each other. He knew she had been saving every sickle she could, saving everything. Not letting him contribute at all. Which he was proud of her and loved her for.

The few women he had been with before he had found her again had only been with him for his money, every date, every merchandise purchase he bought. Everytime he was the one who spent his money. One had even asked for a 'loan'. He had decided then and there he would be leaving her. And he had of course.

When Hermione and him had gotten together she had stressed that she wasn't in it for the money, or the status it would bring her. She was with Draco for Draco and no other reason. And she had proved it countless of times. Merlin she had even bought their dinner on a few occasions out. But Draco would purposely take her to high end restaurants and bars, and what have you just so he could treat her for being the woman she was, he was grateful that she was so independent that if they were to split she would be perfectly fine on her own.

He looked at Mr. Burtley fully ready to pay whatever the asking price was. "How much are you willing to sell the book for?" He couldn't help but ask.

"Well Mr. Malfoy this book, in this condition, being a first edition is selling for around 8,500 pounds." He closed the lid. His hands resting on the top of the lock box. He looked at Draco his pale blue eyes meeting his own grey ones. "A family ancestor bought this book for 75 cents american when it came out. They were visiting New York when it made its release and bought it for the journey back home. Its been in my family for generations." He made his way over to the recliner and sat down, he motioned for Draco to take a seat at the rather small table beside him.

"I lost both of my children in war I have no grandchildren to speak of." He took his glasses off and wiped them off with the hem on his shirt. "But Draco you and your wife have been so very kind to me since you both started visiting my shop. You are consistent customers, and I enjoy you both so very much." He looked down into his lap at the box sitting there. His old thin fingers gripped the edges of the box and handed it over to Draco.

"Please give this book to your wife and yourself as a gift, its rather expensive, so if you wait years down the road and sell it to help put your children through school then by all means please do so. Hell even to get yourselves out of some debt. But please enjoy this book, enjoy your marriage. Give it a few years before you have children, bask in the glow of being newly weds."

"I…" Draco trailed off, he was stunned for words. Draco was not one to flaunt his money, not anymore atleast. It was an important thing, but providing for his future children wasn't something he was worried about. Especially now with Hermione and him becoming teachers at Hogwarts, his children would have free rides regardless. But of course this wasn't something he could explain to Mr. Burtley, considering.

"Thank you Mr. Burtley. But are you sure I can't pay you for this? I have the funds to do so. Its not a problem at all."

The old man only shook his head. "No Draco, I don't have much longer in this world. And if i can help atleast one person through the power of books then thats all I'll ever need." He placed his hand upon Dracos giving it a small squeeze. "Though there is something I should tell you about this book. Its said that this book was put under a protection charm by a wizard in 1848 just after my ancestor got home. That explains why the book is in such pristine condition. But thats all a load of bullocks if you ask me. Magic isn't real of course." He laughed and Draco did too. But something told him that the old man knew exactly what he was talking about.

Draco stood from his chair. The lock box held tightly in his arm. "Well Mr. Burtley if there is ever anything I can do for you, please don't hesitate to contact me." He reached out to shake the old mans hand.

He nodded in response. "Please give your wife my congratulations again, and enjoy your honeymoon before life takes back over again!" Suddenly the man looked tired, the bags under his eyes seem to have gotten worse. 'He must be worse off than what he was letting on,' Draco thought to himself. Mr. Burtley stayed in his seat. His eyes slowly drifting closed.

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Draco had to urge Hermione from the shop. Explaining to her that he would explain everything to her over dinner that night. They continued their shopping, buying muggle clothes for the destinations they would be visiting over the course of the next year. They decided winter clothes would be purchased later of course.

Draco had noticed she was getting better since the book shop, her eyes were bright, she had a small bounce to her step. But every chance she got she was holding his hand, clutching to him like she was drowning. He couldn't help but watch her, to keep an eye on her. He was going to have to do something. Find someone to help her. He would bring it up tomorrow when they were back at their Wiltshire Cottage.

Draco had apperated their bags back to their home while Hermione kept an eye out. There had been to many so Draco had to make three trips. He had come back on the last apparition dizzy and light headed. Hermione had snuck a spell in that would help clear his head and give him his energy back.

Another bell rang above their heads.

A petit red headed woman made their way towards them a bright smile on her freckle laden face. "Dinner for two sweeties?" Her accent was different than the normal british one. She wasn't from around here.

"Yup just the two of us," Hermione gripped his hand and pulled herself into him a bit. 'Is she jealous?" Draco laughed a bit. Jealousy wasn't something he was used to with his wife. He kind of liked it. He smirked at the waitress and followed her to a small corner table, the booth wrapping around a round table. They slid in, Hermione making sure she was as close as she could be to Draco without being to overwhelming.

She laid her hand on the table, ring face up. A very blunt way of saying hes mine without saying it. Draco laughed to himself and took the menu from the woman. They gave their drinks and she left afterwards.

"Now now Mrs. Malfoy, what is wrong?" Draco looked at her, his signature smirk spreading across his lips. He leaned in closer to her his lips brushing the edges of her ear. "If you don't calm down I'll have to punish you tonight." He felt her shiver, her thigh pressing hard into him. He leaned back up laughing loud enough for her to hear.

"But the way she was eyeing you Draco!" Hermione opened her menu hiding her crimson face from prying eyes. "I had to be blunt without actually saying anything."

"I kind of enjoy this Hermione its hot." He laughed again when she smacked him on the shoulder.

When the red head made her way back over they gave her their orders and she quickly disappeared again. Thats when he reached into the pocket of his jeans and pulled out a wallet sized tin box and laid it infront of Hermione. Right before he had made his way over to her in the shop he had shrunk the box to fit into his pocket. She had been wandering around the shop her nose buried in an old book.

She looked at him, her brows furrowed at him in confusion. She reached out and took it from him. She looked at him, and he shook his head.

She gasped as she opened the box.

"But…but Draco this is…" one finger slid over the soft black leather, then over the gold filigree of the words pressed into it.

"That book has been in Mr. Burtleys family since 1848 when the book was published. His children died in a war. And he has no grandchildren to pass this book onto. Soo..he gifted it to us as like an inheritance type thing. We can sell it for money when our children need it for school, sell it to pay off debt." Hermione gave a small giggle. Knowing exactly why the tall tale smirk played at his lips.

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"Or..we can continue to keep it."

The waitress returned and looked at Draco. "Need anything else sweetie?" Her eyes scanned over Draco. And she smirked. Draco could feel the magic rise in Hermione. Could feel the surge of anger. This woman didn't know she was offending a war veteran. The brightest witch to walk this earth in centuries. Thats when Draco felt her fingers dig into his thigh.

"No sweetie," her voice was laced with venom, laced just enough for a threat to come through if the red head continued, just like a true Malfoy. "We are JUST fine." The redhead 'hmphed' and left the table. She was a new girl, as she hadn't ever been there when the two had visited on one of their many occasions at the diner.

"Merlin are you hot when your angry." He couldn't help but let out a loud chuckle.

"Well that was incredibly rude don't you think? I made it very clear you were taken, married infact!" Her knife scrapped the plate as she popped a piece of her steak in her mouth. She had closed the lock box and put it safely in her expendable purse. Something Draco never touched.

"Oh Dear, there is something else I would like to tell you that Mr. Burtley made a side comment about." He pulled apart a very fluffy dinner roll and chewed on it for a moment while they both finished a mouthfull of food. "He told me that as soon as the book reached back here in London, that a wizard put some kind of protection spell on it and thats why the book is in such great condition."

"Hm, thats interesting. How would a spell last this long? This book is over 150 years old." She continued to speak to herself in low tones going over everything she knew. Spells wore off, unless a wizard kept them alive and continued to maintain them.

They sat in silence for awhile. Quielty eating their food. The redhead had appared two more times once to order deserts which they had gotten the most delicious of chocolate cakes. The second was to lay their check down on the table. The woman flirted with Draco some more just to spite Hermione. And it took everything Draco had to keep her seated.

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That night when they returned home, they chased each other to their very large bathroom, stripping as they went, giggles and chuckles bouncing off the walls, heated kisses shared against walls, teasing of fingers in forbidden places.

It was when Hermione was pressed into the tiled walls of the large shower stall, Dracos hips thrusting into her. That a knock came at the door of their large Wiltshire Cottage.

A person they knew stood there knocking for the next fifteen minutes, wiping off the round glasses he wore since before he could remember on the hem of his shirt, the only person that knew exactly where they were for safety reasons.

The man stood there. Knocking again before the door slowly began to open revealing a platinum blonde head a towel wrapped around a slender waist, scars the black haired man knew all to well shined in the light of the porch lantern.

"Harry?"

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A/N Hello Again! I just want to apologize for the long wait inbetween this chapter and the last. I had some personal things going on and Ive just been slow! I also want to apologize for the last chapter. I went through and fixxed some spelling errors and things that didn't make sense in the slightest. If you want to go back and reread you can!

I do want to inform everyone that I do not have a beta reader, that I am doing all of this myself. I will do my absolute best to find every error and correct them before I post the next chapter so that you continue to enjoy it this will add wait times of course sadly. Ive also decided ill be adding a bit more to the story so that its not just ALL fluff and cutesy sexy time. So that means the story MAY be drug out further than just 12-13 chapters. I hope you all enjoy this chapter!

ALSO if there is anywhere you would like for them to go PLEASE give me suggestions, i have a few places in mind. but i would LOVE ya'lls input!