Enemy, Friend or Lover?
..Wedding..
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AN: If you get confused with the dates, go to the bottom and I'll have a chart thingy done.
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February fourteenth was a week away, the wedding was a week away. Hermione took in a deep breath and looked around her room. She was packing for when they were going, her mind bursting with thoughts.
Draco and Hermione were both leaving in two days to go to the Manor and get ready for the wedding, which was on the fourteenth (a Tuesday). They would both be staying at the Manor for three days (until the thirteenth Monday) then going someplace else to have the wedding. The Malfoy's would then send them to another place for a five day honeymoon and would return to school on Monday the twentieth. Hermione closed her eyes and breathed in deeply.
"So, Hermione, this is it. You're gonna marry Draco Malfoy." Hermione let out a bitter laugh. "And that was a last thing I thought I'd ever hear. Mrs. Draco Malfoy." It was crazy Hermione thought. She smiled at the though and sighed.
There was a light knock on the door and Hermione opened it up. Madison stood there, smiling like crazy.
"May I come in?" She asked.
"Sure."
"I brought you somewhat," Madison giggled and held out a flat large box.
"What is it?" Hermione question. She eyes Madison and took in her giggles and smirks.
"Don't open it now. You have to open it in a few days, okay?" she asked.
"Okay. Thank you, though."
Madison giggled. "Don't thank me yet. I'll see ya later, Hermione. Gotta finish some late homework." Madison smiled and left the room.
Hermione set the box down on the bed and looked at it. It was a plain white box with a red bow on it. It was ordinary but Hermione was nervous to open it. Madison was smiling so evilly and so . . . sly.
Hermione shook her head and put the box at the bottom of her suitcase. She pulled out some pyjamas and turned in for the night, her thought merely on Draco before she fell asleep.
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The next day Hermione didn't see Draco at all but that was okay. She was a little nervous to see him and it scared her that they were so close. But to make this marriage work, Hermione reminded herself, you must share how you feel and don't hold anything back.
The day went by quick but Hermione did miss Draco. Maybe he was avoiding her. They were leaving tomorrow after supper to go to the Malfoy Manor.
Hermione went to supper and didn't see Draco there either. Hermione got a little worried and turned to Harry.
"I'll see you tomorrow," Hermione told him. She got up and Harry sighed softly.
Hermione went straight to the common room and Draco wasn't there either and so Hermione went to her room, finished all the homework for the next week and decide to go to bed at nine thirty.
Hermione stared at the roof as she lay in bed her. She admitted that she was scared to be married to Draco. It'd be weird that they will be so close, married and all but still be at Hogwarts.
Hermione closed her eyes and thought of her family. She missed them, too. Hermione fell asleep thinking of them, her dreams sweet and peaceful.
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Hermione awoke as the bed slightly tilted to the one side. She rolled over and Draco crawled in beside her.
"Hey," he whispered, wrapping his arm around her.
"Mmm."
Draco chuckled low in his throat. "Nice to see you, too," he whispered again, as he moved closer to Hermione, his arms tightening around her small body.
"Where were you?" Hermione asked softly.
"In the library," Draco responded. "I had to finish some homework."
Another, "Mmm," and Hermione fell deep back into sleep.
"Yeah, I missed you, too," Draco laughed to himself. He kissed her forehead and Hermione moved her face into the hollow part of his neck.
Draco smiled and placed his head on the pillow above her head and he too, fell asleep.
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Draco slowly opened his eyes. It was still dark and he felt some weight on his chest and he wondered if the roof his caved in on him.
A soft purr came from on his chest and Draco realized that he was in Hermione's bed and that she was sound asleep on him. Her one hand lay on his heart, the other by his side. Her one leg was between one of his, another beside another one of his, scissor style. Draco now knew what it was like to wake up and be full turned on without her even knowing it. He was ready to take her even though she was sleeping. Draco refused to be a bastard and so he took in a breath and tried not to think about the next time she was on him awake and ready for him.
Her breath felt cool on his bare chest. Draco tilted his head to peer at her and stroked an ivory cheek with the pad of his thumb.
"Gorgeous," he muttered and placed her hair behind her ear. Hermione purred again and rubbed her face against his solid chest as if she was a kitten. Draco moved his hand lower and caressed her delicate neck. Her slow, strong heartbeat pumped beneath his fingertips.
Draco didn't know how long he stared blankly into the dark, stroking her hair, neck and perfect face.
Before he knew it, an alarm was going off as he sat up. Hermione's rolled over and hugged her lower body into his hip.
"Hermione, wake up." Hermione moaned and kept on sleeping. Draco bent down on kissed her forehead. "Wake up, baby."
"No, thanks," she whispered as she swung her arm out and pulled Draco's leg closer to the middle of the bed.
"Hermione, we have to get going. We only have a half hour until breakfast."
"Then let's sleep late."
"Hermione we have the next week to do that. And I'll be right there beside you to cuddle with but right now we have to get going."
Draco pulled the covers off and got out of the small bed. Hermione still lay there in her tank top and batman underwear.
Draco laughed to himself and kissed her cheek. "Get up, Hermione," he whispered once more before he left her to get himself a cold shower.
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The day went by so fast and Hermione was so terrified of the fact that she'd be at the Malfoy Manor in about two hours. She sat at the supper table and quietly talked about the school day.
"So, Hermione, when'll you be back?" Neville asked.
"Monday the twentieth."
"That long?" Ron asked. "It's just a wedding!"
"And then there's the honeymoon," Harry said.
"Yeah," Neville added. "We'll miss you, Hermione."
Hermione felt her eyes go watery and she blink back the tears. "I'll miss you guys, too."
"We know you will. Why don't you go and get your things? Draco's eyeing you."
Hermione looked over to the Slytherin table and sure enough, Draco was smiling at her.
"He looks giddy," Ron commented.
"Yeah, on love," Pavarti added from his side, and a few laughed.
"I'll see you two in an hour. Meet me by the front doors, alright?" Hermione asked.
"Sure," the two boys replied. Hermione leaned over and kissed Ron's cheek and blew a kiss to Harry.
"See you two soon," she whispered before she walked out of the great hall, Draco said bye to his friends, too, and following her out.
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"I'll miss you guys," Hermione whispered and she hugged both Ron and Harry close to her.
"We'll miss you, too. Have fun, Hermione," Ron smiled and back away.
"Don't come back to different," Harry teased. Hermione laughed but tears spilled down her face. "What's this?" Harry asked, wiping them away with his thumb. "Don't be sad, Hermione. This is your happy days. Feel love and don't be afraid."
Hermione again nodded, tears choking her voice.
Ron swallowed and hugged Hermione again.
"Don't get too close there," Draco drawled from the stares.
Ron backed away before kissing her cheek. "We love you, Hermione. I'm sure you wont need us but we're always here for you, Hermione."
Hermione nodded and kissed them each on the cheek before turning to Draco, wrapping her arms around him and they both disappeared until they came to the Malfoy Manor.
Draco showed her around the Manor even though she'd just been there a few months ago.
"Draco," Hermione started, "I know my way around."
Draco sighed. "I know. I'm just fidgety, I guess."
"You? Draco Malfoy, fidgety? What has the world come to?" Hermione teased.
Draco smirked and pulled Hermione's body close to his own. "You're mean but so-o-o sexy," he whispered near her neck as his head bent low. His tongue outlined her ear and Hermione giggled. "So sexy," he murmured.
"Draco, we're in the middle of the hall. Maybe we should take this inside the bedroom."
Draco shook his head. "Can't."
"Can't? Why not?" Hermione asked, slightly pulling away.
"As soon as I get started, I wont be able to stop."
Hermione giggled again and pulled away. "Let's go eat then. You can always eat."
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Hermione sank down on the bed. Her hair was nice, her dress was gorgeous, her whole appearance was totally stunning. But Hermione felt sad, lonely. She could feel a dull ache in her heart, a sharp, tight pain in her chest.
There was a light knock on the door and Hermione looked down at her hands, which were folded nicely in her lap.
"Hermione?" came Mrs. Malfoy voice through he wooden door. "Hermione, dear, may I come in?"
"The door's unlocked," Hermione called out.
"Mrs. Malfoy came in and looked at Hermione's sat face. "Oh, I know what's wrong!" she sat down beside Hermione. "You have second thought, yes?"
Hermione silently nodded her head. "I just don't know if this is the right thing to do. I'm not even sure he loves me."
"My, dear," Mrs. Malfoy whispered, clasping Hermione cold hands in her own. "I know you may not feel like he does but I can tell. His face lights up when you're around, his eyes dance when we speak about you. Hermione-" Mrs. Malfoy suddenly stood up and looked at Hermione. "I'll be back."
Hermione frowned in wonder. "Why? Where are you going?"
Mrs. Malfoy shook her head, "To get Draco, of course!"
Hermione jumped up. "No, I'm really okay!"
"You are not!" Mrs. Malfoy informed her as of she knew how Hermione felt. "You know that, Hermione. My son and you will have a nice long talk. And until that talk is done, there will be no wedding."
"But-" Hermione tried to stop her but she was already out the door.
Hermione sat back down on the bed and looked around. Another faint knock came and Hermione stayed quiet.
Draco opened the door and stepped inside. He closed it behind him and walked over towards her. "Hermione, what's wrong?"
"Nothing," she whispered, her voice cracking from the lump forming at the back of her throat.
Draco strode right up to her and lifted her chin with a gentle hand. "Hermione, now's not a time to hold your feelings back."
Hermione averted her eyes and Draco knelt in front of her and grabbed one of her hands in each of his.
"Hermione," he stared and a soft whisper. "I know that you're scared and unsure about this. But I will try in the marriage. I will do everything I can to make sure this marriage works."
Hermione let out a sob and she nodded. "I know."
Draco smiled up at her, squeezing her hands. "Then don't fret! It'll all be okay."
Hermione nodded but didn't look up.
"Hermione, look at me."
Unable to obey her own wants, Hermione peered up and found Draco's eyes. He tilted her face up more, his eyes still locked with hers. "Hermione, I love you," he whispered.
Hermione's eyes weld up with tears again and her bottom lip trembled.
"I hope those are tears of joy," Draco murmured and offered her a smile. Hermione laughed through her tears and Draco stood back up. "Don't worry so much, baby. Now, you finish getting ready and keep that smile on your face."
Draco turned around to go back but Hermione called out his name. He stopped and turned around.
"Thank you."
Draco strolled back over to her and folded her into his strong arms. Draco smelled in her sweet smell and closed his eyes.
"I might fall sleep," Hermione whispered. Draco chuckled and released her.
"I'll see you soon," Draco told her and went back to the door. "Oh, and by the way, you look very beautiful." Draco shut the door behind him Hermione finished getting ready without a doubt in mind.
The next thing Hermione knew was she was pulled down from the room and waiting for the music to start.
I was beautiful outside. The snow was gone and the birds were singing, the sun out, making it about 16 Celsius (61 Fahrenheit) outside.
The music started and Hermione's vial was placed down and she was turned around to the red carpet laid out.
The garden was gorgeous. There were white chair all over and a huge gazebo at the end of the aisle with beautiful vines hanging down. Hermione passed through an arch with white roses dangling off. At the and of the aisle also stood Draco. He was dressed in a tuxedo, his face frozen, his eyes bright.
Hermione reached the end and the preacher went on talking. Most of it was in French and Hermione felt like she was in heaven. Draco was gazing into her eyes, his strong hands clasping hers.
They both switched vows and the preacher told them to kiss each other. Draco pulled Hermione swiftly to him and his mouth came promptly down on hers.
Cheers broke in the crowd of people and Draco lifted her head, a smile now on his gorgeous lips.
"I love you," he whispered.
"Oh, my!" Mrs. Malfoy came up and gave them both a hug, tears streaking down her pale face. "I'm so happy for you two!" she kissed them both on the cheek and let others give their congratulations.
Hermione was surrounded my people she had no clue who they were and then she caught someone that looked freakishly like Harry.
Hermione spun back around and scanned the crowd.
"What're you looking for?" someone whispered into her ear. Spinning back around, Hermione flung herself into Ron's arms.
"Ron! What're you doing here?"
"What?" Ron asked pulling back. "Did you really think I'd miss this important day of yours?"
"But what about school?" Hermione asked.
"Don't worry about it."
"I'm so glad you're here!" she squealed, hugging him again.
"Hey, Hermione." Hermione smiled again at Harry's voice.
She let go of Ron and hugged Harry. "How are you?" she asked.
"Just fine. How are you? You look stunning, Hermione. I've never seen you more beautiful."
Hermione blushed and removed herself form Harry's arm. Draco was standing back with her aunt, giving her space. She waved him over and they both walked over.
"Ron, Harry, this is my aunt, Sarah Lanna."
"You aunt?" Ron asked, "but I thought-"
"She's my biological mom's sister."
Harry stuck out his hands and Sarah shook it. "Nice to meet you two."
Ron and Harry both said the same and smiled deeply at Hermione.
Hermione looked back at Draco. He was standing slightly back away from the group.
Hermione reached out her hand to him and so he slowly took it. He stepped up behind her and placed his other hands around her waist.
Hermione snuggled closer to his big, warm body and kissed his hand.
"So . . ." Draco started and he felt Hermione flex a little. "What time are you two going back?"
Hermione looked down, knowing Draco would ruin the mood with Harry and Ron. Her heart fell and she wished Draco wouldn't say anything. But before they could answer Draco went on talking.
"Because I know Hermione would love it if you two would stay for the big breakfast tomorrow morning."
Hermione looked up at Draco, tears in her eyes. He smiled down at her and she smiled back.
Hermione tilted his head down and placed her lips to his. Her heart was going fast as he leaned back up, gazing into her eyes.
"You two should stay!" Hermione begged.
"I don't know," Ron started.
"Yeah, I don't wanna ruin the mood or anything," Harry added.
"You wont," Draco informed them. "We have plenty of spare rooms."
Ron and Harry both looked at each other but both agreed when Hermione said, please and her bottom lips was sticking out.
"Thank you," Harry said, with a new look at Draco.
"I'm so glad!" Hermione squealed. "But I'm so hungry! I'm dying for some food!"
Ron smirked at her. "Funny so said that 'cause so am I."
Hermione laughed, her head titled back. "Ron, you're always hungry!"
"I'm not!" Ron smiled.
They went to get their food, with people still congratulating them on their marriage.
The reception was nice as well. It was still outside, the moon almost full, the air was and fresh.
Draco had Hermione on the dance floor most of the night. He held her against him, loosely but protectively.
By eleven some people were started to leave and so Draco told Hermione they should get going.
"But, there's still loads of people here! We can't just leave!"
"We're excepted to leave, Hermione."
"Oh." Hermione looked a the bowl of grapes in front of her and slowly reached out to take on. Draco grabbed her hand and placed it on his chest.
"We don't have to do anything, Hermione."
Hermione nodded but didn't meet his eye. "Let's go then."
Draco told her to say goodbye to Ron and Harry who both were staying the night and also to Sarah as he said goodbye to her aunt. Draco said goodbye to his mother and father before he led Hermione to the house.
They went to their hotel suit rented by Draco's mother by the fireplace.
"So . . ."
Hermione turned around to face Draco and her heart went wild. His shirt was off and placed on the chair neatly.
"Do you want a bath?" he asked. Hermione shook her head. "Some food?" Again, she shook her head. "Something to drink?" Another shake. "Is there anything you want?" he asked.
"Yes," came Hermione's husky reply. "I want you."
Draco swallowed and looked at her. He slowly walked up to her as if not to scare her. She took in a breath and held out her hand, palm up. Draco grabbed her hand and pulled her right up against him.
The kiss was hot and greedy. Their mouth were devouring taking all they wanted, demanding much more.
Draco let go of her hand to place in at the back of her neck, the other lowering to her breast.
The flare of fierce emotion burned bright for several second , but eventually the kiss turning into something stronger, deeper.
Hermione clung to Draco as Draco kissed her with such a passion it took her breath away. The pleasure was so great, the need too forceful.
"Hermione," Draco breathed, his voice so soft, so caressing. A small agonizing sound hummed from Hermione's throat- it was pure need, pure surrender. The first time his hands touched her body, her mind went blank, her body wet with need.
Her knees began to feel like liquid and she would of fell if Draco didn't wrap both his arms around her and pulled her body tightly against his, rocking her against his erection.
Hermione moaned again, and clung on for dear life as her body shook violently, her heart thudding loudly in her chest. Her body was warmed with a lush sensation as Draco touched her body.
"I love you so much," he whispered into her ear, seductively.
She felt Draco bend his knees and then her feet were off the ground. Draco moved with her to the bed, they tangled on it together. Her back was on the soft mattress, Draco's heavy but pleasant weight pushing her down. Draco leaned back up from her and Hermione caught a look of pure desire in his eyes.
"Tell me now if this isn't what you want," he whispered, his voice husky. He rubbed his thumb over her nipples until they came to hard tips.
"I . . ."
"Do you want me to stop?"
Hermione shook her head. "No." She linked her hand behind his head. "No, I want you to make love to me," she whispered.
Hermione's words barely left her mouth before Draco's came back down on hers. His kiss was hot, greedy and hungry.
Draco rolled off of her and Hermione was suddenly confused.
"Get up," he demanded, his voice a rasp murmur.
Hermione frowned, feeling rejected and got up off of the bed, her heart still racing.
Draco advanced towards her and stood inches away. His soft breath was in her face and Hermione started up into his face.
"Turn around." Hermione obeyed and closed her eyes.
Draco's fingers started to undo her dress and it slowly slipped down to the floor. Draco's hands skimmed her back and he soft curves of her waist.
Hermione's body shivered with need and Draco pulled her body up against his. His hands snaked around her body and circled her breasts. His fingertips trailed over her collarbone, down between her breast and over her rib cage and to her belly. His hand traveled up her naked back and he left her for a brief second to take off his pants.
He turned her around and drew down on her breast. Hermione moaned and arched her back and Draco sucked more, harder.
"Oh, please," Hermione begged, not knowing entirely what for.
Draco slung kisses up her neck and back up to ravish her soft mouth. His tongue thrust into her mouth, as another hoarse moan escaped from her throat. Draco backed her up until she fell back to the bed, Draco falling on top of her. They rolled until Hermione was placed underneath Draco, her small body totally covered by Draco's muscular one.
"I want you so bad," Draco breathed heavily into her ear. He licked the outside and Hermione shivered, her body hot and almost boneless.
"Draco. . ." she moaned as his mouth moved lower. His mouth covered her breast, teasing her as his hands played lower.
His hands touched the top of her black lace bikini panties. With both of his hands he pushed her panties down off of her long trim legs and headed south still.
Hermione's hip arched up as his tongue entered her softly. She moaned and her hips buckled again and he plunged into her sweetness. She came fast enough and Draco knew she was ready.
He moved into the position between her open legs and looked down into her face. "Look at me, Hermione." Hermione obligated, her eyes trusting and passionate.
He knew he was going to hurt her so he focus the pain someplace else.
Draco bent his head and bit into the soft flesh at her shoulder as he slide into her.
"Ow!" Hermione whined and touched her shoulder.
Draco slowly sank into her again, and he almost lost control already. Hermione bit down hard on her bottom lip and Draco pulled it back out with his thumb. Steadily, he eased in to her and back out. He kissed her mouth gingerly. His body on fire, his mind totally wrapped up in the comfort of this woman.
Hermione closed her eyes and tilted her head back, the pleasure almost unbearably good. She felt Draco's mouth at her throat and another agonizing moan escaped. Her body was filled with pleasure as she lifted her hips to meet Draco's frantic plunges. She ran her hands down his sweat slicked back and felt his muscles ripple underneath her fingertips.
Draco could feel Hermione's body clench tightly around him and he felt his own climax coming. He thrust one more time, harder, deeper, his need for her excruciating.
He let out an mild sound and his body went rigid with his release, his and Hermione's cries of pleaser filling the empty, dark room.
Draco collapsed on top of her and Hermione tightened her arms on his back, her fingers running in small circles. Draco rolled over to his side and looked up at the ceiling.
His breathing was harsh as Hermione laid her head on his chest.
"Are you okay?" Draco asked.
"Perfect," Hermione mumbled. Draco ran his fingers up her side and he kissed her swollen mouth and then her forehead. "Get some sleep, Hermione, you'll need it."
Draco lay away hours afterwards, knowing his heart was captured.
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The next morning they both woke up at the same time, they talked for a while then made love once more before they got ready to go for the big breakfast.
Ron and Harry left soon after the big breakfast and so Draco and Hermione went back to their suite with the presents. Hermione first opened Madison's present. She undone the delicate ribbon and gasped what was inside. There was a red negligee so revealing and beautiful. Draco laughed and kissed her hard, then whispered some sexy words into her ear. They opened most of the presents and then went out for a drive to the place their present was from Mrs. and Mr. Malfoy.
It was house, a very big house. With four floor, each one a total of eight hundred square feet. It had a massive kitchen with people already making food for their dinner in there tonight.
The first floor contained a sitting room, the kitchen and the dinning area. The dining area had a long large table and there was a bathroom at the back of the floor. I den was also on that floor for Draco.
The second floor was for guests with four huge room rooms and bathrooms for each separate bedroom. There was a large sitting room at the hand of that hall.
The whole third floor was for them. The master suite was at least half the one floor. There was huge closet for each of them and a bathroom so big Hermione thought she could have a party in there. The bathroom was made of dark marble, the tub had jewels along the outer edge and a shower big enough for four people. The bed was in centre of a wall
The forth floor was mostly an open space. The one wall was mostly windows of the open mountains and trees. There was a lake in the distance and Hermione knew she'd want to keep this picture. There was a large stuffed couch and chair near the middle of the room There was a small kitchen on the one side of another wall. It was breath taking.
And Hermione fell in love with the house even though she could not take this as a gift.
After all the arguing with the Malfoy's and Draco, she gave up and they moved into the house with two days to spare with each other.
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Hermione stepped into her and Draco's room and went over to the bed, searching for the ring she forgot to put on this morning.
"Where is it?" she whispered and opened the tiny bedside table. Sure enough the ring was in there, also with a small red envelop.
Hermione grabbed the letter out of the night table and opened it up. The letter was written in French and so Hermione started to read.
"Hermione?" Draco called from down the hall.
Hermione looked at the letter, petrified. Her blood stopped cold and her brain went numb with fright and shock.
"Hermione?" he called again, this time through the open door. Draco glanced at her and frowned. "Hermione?" he asked, concern in his voice.
"What is this?" Hermione whispered, her body visibly shaking.
"Hermione, baby. I'm sorry."
"No, Draco, you aren't!" Hermione gasped, her throat tight with the pain of holding back her tears, her hands fisted into tight balls, her nails digging into the soft flesh. "Please, Draco! You can't go!"
"Hermione, I have to go," Draco murmured, his voice low and dark.
"No, you do not! You want to go and leave me!"
"What are you talking about?" Draco asked, his eyebrows knitted together. "I'm not gonna leave you!"
"Yes, you are!" Hermione yelled. She threw the letter on the bed near he was standing.
"Why are you crying, Hermione? I wont be gone long."
Hermione covered her face with her hands and she fell the bed, her sobs echoing throughout the room. Draco looked at her with concern and guilt he had no clue what for.
"Hermione?" he asked slowly, cautiously. He picked up the letter off of the bed and started to read the French. It was to join the Dark Lord.
Draco looked up at Hermione with astonishment. She couldn't really think he was going to follow him after all the promising and reassuring he'd made to her.
"Hermione, baby," he whispered, walking towards her. She just sobbed louder. Draco gathered her small shivering body into his arms. "Baby, please stop crying." He rocked her back and forth in his arms, holding her tight, letting her know he was there.
"I don't want you to leave me," she wept against his chest.
Draco kissed the top of her head. "Hermione, I'm not leaving you. I'm not following Voldemort."
Hermione lifted her tear streaked face from his chest and blinked up at him. "You aren't?"
Draco wiped away her tears with the pad of his thumb and looked her straight in the eyes. "Hermione, I wouldn't do that to you. You should know that by now. I love you, Hermione and nothing will change that."
Again, Hermione's eyes filled with tears and Draco kissed her forehead and then her nose.
"How about you go to bed? It's late and I still have a little bit of work left." Hermione nodded and Draco helped her get into bad after she changed her clothes and brushed her teeth.
"Good night, Hermione," Draco called form the door.
"Night, Draco," she whispered back.
Draco shut the door and headed back to the study room. Draco shook his head slowly. He was being so nice to her, and to his surprise it was easy. Draco could spoil Hermione so easily and be happy himself. But those small words haunted him. I love you. That small, that simple.
Draco had said these words at least three times in the last few day but Hermione never said them back. Hell, he didn't even know if she thought them. How did she feel?
Draco felt a little empty and his heart a little bruised and broken. Draco plopped down into the leather chair and looked at the papers on his desk. They were all about the job he wanted. He was doing extra work Dumbledor gave him so he had a better chance of getting the job he wanted. An Auror.
"Draco, Draco, Draco," he whispered. "What're ya gonna do?"
He didn't expect an answer from the dark so he turned off the light and headed back to the bedroom. Hermione lay asleep in the middle of the bed, her back showing as her shirt rid up and her head pillowed by her arms.
He grinned to himself before he pulled off his shirt and jeans and slid into the bed beside her. As if Hermione knew he was there, she rolled over and snuggled up to him as he pulled her body close.
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Tuesday the 7- Beginning day (Where I start the start off)
Wednesday the 8- At school
Thursday the 9- At school
Friday the 10- Leave for the Malfoy Manor
Saturday the 11- At the Manor
Sunday the 12- At the Manor
Monday the 13- At the Manor
Tuesday the 14-Wedding day
Wednesday the 15- Honeymoon
Thursday the 16- Honeymoon
Friday the 17- Honeymoon
Saturday the 18- Honeymoon
Sunday the 19- Honeymoon
Monday the 20- Return to school
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Hey there. Sorry about the spelling mistakes for this chapter as well as the other ones. When I have some spare time I'll fix them all. Please tell me what you thought and I'll try to get the next on out faster.
Chebetta