Hermione smiled adoringly at Draco after he called her "Mrs. Malfoy".
Draco took his eyes away from hers for a moment to look toward the French doors. He could see not much light was creeping through the curtains, it must have been evening.
'What do you say we go explore the beach?' He asked her, his eyes still looking up toward the doors.
'I say that sounds splendid. I'll go throw on my swimsuit and shorts.'
'I'll do the same.' He replied.
They both rose from the bed and rummaged through their respective suitcases.
Since they were both already naked, it didn't take them very long to change.
Draco grabbed his gray-blue swimming trunks and threw on a white short-sleeved polo.
Hermione put on her magenta bikini and then she put on a pair of short white terry-cloth shorts, which didn't cover much, except for her bikini bottoms.
They both put on sandals and walked outside to the cool sand.
The sun was just about set, only the faded dark purple and blue sky lit their path to the ocean.
Hermione breathed deeply, taking in the fresh smells of the sea salt. She was so elated, she was nearly skipping down to the beach as she held Draco's hand.
He laughed as he watched her.
'Isn't it beautiful!' She cried happily to him.
She flashed him a smile that seemed to brighten up the sky again. She then looked away from him to take in more views of the sea. Draco couldn't help but stare at the beautiful woman in front of him. He smiled proudly, remembering she was his wife now. What he said to her earlier was the truth. She was his and he was never going to let her go.
He then felt her hand leave his, this jolted him from his daydreaming.
'Come on, Draco! Let's go down to the water! Hurry!' She exclaimed.
He watched her sprint down a small grassy hill, through more sand, and to the coast. He was about fifty feet away from her but he could vividly hear her laughing in delight as she ran along the coast. He chuckled to himself before running down to her.
Hermione was about ankle-high in the water when she suddenly felt her whole body lift from the air in a fast motion. She cried out from a mix of excitement and worry. She looked down and saw Draco holding her against his chest. He smiled at her and began to spin around in circles, causing Hermione to wrap her arms around his neck tightly, her chest pressed against his neck. She screamed playfully as he spun fast. They both laughed when he nearly fell over, but then he caught himself and reaffirmed his footing. He stopped spinning and stared out to sea while he still held her light body in his arms.
He then looked at her wickedly, and then he looked back into the water. She tilted her head in curiosity to his thoughts and suddenly her eyes widened when he began taking steps into the water.
'No Draco! No! NO!' She cried fearfully. Draco was now knee-deep in the cool salt water.
He didn't respond to her protests, he just kept smirking.
Hermione struggled in an attempt to climb up his body further, but she inevitably failed. He was much too strong and held her against his chest firmly.
'Draco please! It's cold! It's cold!' She cried, lifting her own legs high above the water.
'I'm in it, Hermione! It's not cold!' He said jovially.
He then stopped when he was waist-high in the water.
'You'll thank me later.' He told her.
'Draco! Nooo— '
Her pleas were drowned out by water. He had thrown her into the sea. He quickly began to sprint back out of the water, before she could rise and attack him. He heard her re-emerge from the dark blue liquid, but he did not turn around to see her. He just continued to laugh as he tried to make his way back to shore. However, as I'm sure you readers all know, it is very difficult to run in the water. Draco was only knee-high in the water.
'Draco Malfoy! You coward! Get back here!' She cried breathlessly. 'You are soooo going to get it!'
'No I'm not! You can't lift me!' He called back to her.
'I'll have you know, Mr. Malfoy, that I took five years of swimming when I was young!'
Draco stopped in his tracks, contemplating whether or not she was lying. He then began to turn around and ask her if that was true.
'Are you lying?' He asked.
He turned and didn't see her anywhere.
'Hermione?' He called. 'Hermione!'
He was about to walk back out further into the water when he suddenly felt himself being pulled underwater. Hermione jumped up from under the water right in front of him and grabbed his neck, pulling him down with her.
Within a quick three seconds he was fully submerged. Hermione jumped up from the water and began lapping back to shore quickly. She was not lying about swimming, she made it back to shore pretty quickly.
Draco lifted his head from the water and gasped. He looked up in shock seeing Hermione standing up on shore, tapping her foot impatiently like she had been waiting forever for him to get up.
'What took you so long? Did you meet a mermaid?' She asked sarcastically.
'Yes, her name is Hailie and she's taking me back to her underwater kingdom to make me prince, I just came up to say goodbye, toots, it's been fun.'
Hermione couldn't help but laugh at his lie.
'Man, you are a quick swimmer! You reached me in lightning speed!' He said as he trudged back up to shore.
'Five years of lessons paid off I s'pose.' She shrugged as he reached the shore finally.
She smirked mischievously at him, loving the way his now see-through polo hugged his body. He felt them same about her now transparent white shorts.
'You're a sneaky little water sprite aren't you?' He asked her.
'I'm very sneaky, Sir, very, very, sneaky. Do not underestimate my sneakiness.' She replied with a chortle. (A/N: Can anyone tell me what comedic movie that line is from?)
'Oh I no longer will, scouts honor,' He told her lifting two fingers parallel to her.
He grabber her hand and pulled her wet body against his. He crashed his lips down on hers possessively. She raised her unoccupied hand to the back of his head and twisted his wet locks around her fingers.
He lips then attacked her neck, she moaned softly as he roughly left bites on her.
'Draco?' She asked raspily.
'Mmmhm?'
'What do you say we just come back to the beach tomorrow?'
He pulled his swollen lips from her neck to look into her eyes.
'Shall we have another go then?' He asked lustfully.
She nodded wickedly.
He grinned and quickly picked her up into his arms and ran back to their room, not leaving the bed for the rest of the night.
The next morning Hermione woke up early feeling a chill run down her spine. She looked down at herself and saw she was naked, with nothing covering her. She moaned irritably and turned around to find herself face to face with her sleeping Dragon.
She smiled and slid up to him. She wiggled her way under his arm and against his body. She then listened to his regular breathing and sound was put to sleep by it.
Another couple hours later, Draco awoke restfully. He stretched his arms and legs, feeling a bit confined, he opened his eyes to see Hermione pressed up against him. He grinned, looking down at her angelic face. His eyes trailed down her naked body, to the not-so-angelic parts.
He put his arm back on her and rubbed her back softly as he placed gentle kisses along her forehead, temple, and jaw. He felt her smile and sigh peacefully, but not yet awake.
'Hermione, my love,' He said softly in her ear, 'are you going to spend all day in bed?'
'Mmhm…' She moaned lazily.
He laughed softly.
'It's eleven, nearly the afternoon. Are you hungry?' He asked.
'No…' She sighed, 'sleepy.'
She then turned around, placing her back to his chest. Draco's eyes widened a bit when she maneuvered. They had never lain naked in this position before with his manhood rubbing against her butt. He kind of liked it.
He took this opportunity to place wet kisses along her shoulders and behind her neck. He blew softly after each one, causing shivers to form all over her body. She shivered.
'Draco…' She moaned irritably.
He laughed.
'It's nearly 80 degrees outside, love, yet you're shivering in here.'
'That's cause your making me cold.' She scolded inertly. She did not have enough energy to actually become upset with him.
He smirked to himself as he snaked his arm around her. He slowly slid his hand down her flat stomach, down her hips, and to her warm mound. Hermione didn't really respond, she just sighed lightly. He then flicked his middle finger across her folds. She jolted her hips forward and gasped. He suddenly felt her hand grab his hand firmly and pull it back up her body to rest on her stomach.
'You little devil,' She called him, 'taking advantage of me while I sleep.'
'You weren't sleeping. You were half-awake. I was just helping you to fully awake.' He said with a naughty grin.
She shook her head at him and finally sat up. She pulled the soft blue sheets around her body and yawned, stretching herself at the same time.
After she yawned she stared at Draco lifelessly.
'You wore me out last night.' She stated.
'Well then I did my job.'
'And a very good job you did. You deserve a promotion.'
He laughed and leaned in to whisper in her ear.
'Well you did give me a raise last night.'
She laughed at his crude joke.
'I like you.' She said to him.
'Well! That's good to know! You did marry me yesterday!'
She giggled, remembering she was now Mrs. Malfoy, Draco's wife, not just his girlfriend or fiancée.
She stopped laughing and then looked at him with a serious face.
'We're going to be happy.' Hermione said in an awkward tone.
'Was that a question?' Draco asked.
'No,' She shrugged looking down.
However, she then looked up at him a few seconds later, as if looking for an answer to a question she supposedly never asked. He obliged by her silent request.
'We are going to be very happy. You've already made me the happiest I've ever been. It can only get better.' He told her genuinely.
She smiled at him. He leaned in and kissed her forehead.
'Why don't you go get ready and then we can grab something to eat.' He told her.
She nodded and crawled over his body to get her feet on floor. He slapped her bottom playfully when she began to walk away and get her clothes. She looked back at him and raised an eyebrow at him seductively. He stretched himself sexily (a/n: anything Draco does could be described as sexy though, couldn't it?) then laid back onto the pillows and blew her a kiss. She smiled happily and stepped into their bathroom to get ready.
About a half-hour later, Hermione emerged from the bathroom. She was in a flowy white knee-length skirt and a loose-fitting silk teal strapless shirt. She applied light make-up and her hair was up in a loose bun. Draco was already sitting on the bed in khaki shorts and a navy blue polo. He wore a white visor, with his blonde hair flowing over the top of the hat. He also was wearing white tennis shoes and dark sunglasses.
'You look like one of those rich men who own beach homes next to their private golf ranges.' Hermione stated with a laugh.
'Wow, that was very detailed.'
'It's just a stereotype.' She shrugged.
'Well, then you are my prize-trophy wife who sits around drinking Bloody Mary's gossiping with her equally rich trophy-wife friends.'
'Exactly! See, that's a rich couple stereotype. Let's not become that.'
'I wouldn't dream of it. Besides, I don't like golf.'
Hermione and Draco ate brunch in the hotel and then spent the day along the strip malls of the coast. Draco almost bought more items than Hermione. He kept walking into expensive antique stores claiming that nearly everything would look good in one room or another of their Manor. Gossip was very quick along the coast because every store he and Hermione ventured into, the owners nearly worshipped them. They must have heard from other storeowners that Draco was rich and on a shopping spree with his newlywed wife.
They ended the evening with a small picnic dinner on the beach.
The whole honeymoon was utopia in its purest form. Neither Draco nor Hermione had ever felt so carefree and happy. Draco even won 5,000 dollars in the resort casino, not that he needed anymore money, but he was quite proud of his blackjack performance.
It was the last day of their paradise and they were sitting together at a large fountain in the center of Parliament Square in downtown Nassau.
'Life is going to be busy again once we go back home tomorrow.' Draco said.
'Do you start up practicing again tomorrow?' Hermione asked.
'No, we don't get home until ten at night. I go to practice at nine in the morning the next day. My mother should be out of the house by now though.'
'What?' Hermione asked incredulously.
'My mother, she's moving into a four-bedroom penthouse apartment this week. Did I forget to tell you?'
'Umm, yes.'
'Oh, sorry. Well, with all the planning and momentum this past month with the wedding, I forgot.'
'Where will her apartment be?'
'In the Harmony Circle Neighborhood. It's a very aristocratic, hoity-toity area. Perfect for my mother. Her best gossip friend, Mrs. Alamone lives right under her. Should be trouble…'
'Well, I'm glad, I felt bad about having your mother move out.'
'Oh, she'll be fine. She's taking about ten house-elves with her.'
'So she has four bedrooms and ten house-elves? What does your mother need all of that for?'
'She's used to it.' Draco shrugged, taking a swig of his tequila and lime.
'I think tomorrow while you are at practice, I'm going to go request an interview with Cornelius Fudge for a job at the Ministry.'
Draco stopped halfway through his swig and choked a bit.
'You still want to get a job?' He asked.
'Well, yes. I don't want to sit home all day.'
'Oh, I suppose not.'
She looked at him skeptically.
'Draco…are you still hesitant about me getting a job? I told you, it's normal for women to work, Draco.'
'I know, but you don't need to. You don't need that extra stress.'
'I'll be fine, Draco.' She said with a smile, 'I graduated top of our class at Hogwarts even with all the stress it caused. I'm used to it.'
'I much rather see you have a relaxed life of fun and freedom with me.'
'I will have a life of fun and freedom with you, Draco!' She said with a smile, 'You don't have to worry about that. But you know me well enough Draco to know that I am independent and I am not the type of person to sit around relaxing all day. I need to be up and about, doing something constructive. And I think the Ministry would benefit from my studious personality.'
'Anyone would benefit from you, Hermione. The Ministry would be crazy not to hire you.'
'Good, then I have your blessing?' She asked.
He smiled and kissed her cheek.
'Anything you do would get my stamp of approval.'
A/N: Another shorter chapter, but it was fast wasn't it? REVIEW! Please and Thanks!