Disclaimer: Er...not J.K. Just some highschool girl who wants to be like her one day.

A/N: Sorry about the non-prewarned lemon in the last chapter, I was getting it up so soon that I didn't have time to put in a warning. I'm glad that most of you liked the last chapter and those who didn't, I'm sorry. As for Naty, I am sorry once again for disappointing you by killing Snape. I know you like him, but I don't really.

And congrats Baby-Tinkerbell for being my 1000th reviewer!

Enjoy!

Chapter 49

Cockiness and "I had to do it."

"Dinner was amazing," Hermione commented when they arrived back at their suite.

"Yes, it was," Draco mumbled, slamming the door closed behind him, "that is until you forced me to take that walk around the island. My feet hurt like bloody hell now," he complained.

"You are such a child," Hermione said, laughing as she walked over to the bed while stripping herself of her sundress. She lay down and motioned to Draco. "Stop complaining and come here," she said seductively.

"As you wish, luv," Draco said, walking to the bed and falling face down into the downy comforter. He propped himself up on an elbow and looked into his wife's eyes. "You're so beautiful," he commented.

"I'm beautiful?" she asked. "Have you looked in a mirror lately?"

Draco gave her a questioned glance as if seriously considering her question. Hermione gace an exasperated sigh and pushed his shoulder so he fell backwards and lay on his back on the king sized bed.

Draco gave her another confused look until she rolled over and straddled his hips. She gave him a long, slow kiss. "You're beautiful," she said.

"I'm not beautiful, I'm handsome," he said cockily.

Hermione put her finger over his lips and shushed him. "Just don't talk," she said sultrily.

Draco shut his mouth. He wanted to see what she was going to do. She started running her hands through his hair that he had kept down that day. She gave a sigh. "Your hair is so soft, like a baby's. I always just want to touch it, to run my hands through it and never stop. I envy your hair, the way it falls so perfectly into place. How it's so shiny and smooth and silky. I can't stand that a guy has better hair that me. But it's okay, because you're mine," she said. She left a small kiss on his forehead and laughed to herself.

Draco was confused on why she was appraising his hair but he let her continue. She ran her hands down and then started stroking his eyebrows. She started talking again. "I love your eyebrows, the way that you lift them in just the right way to show how cocky and sure of yourself you are," she smiled as his eyebrows raised. "You're always so sure that you look good, that you'll always attract the ladies. But I am the only one you can have ever again, so you better not go flashing those eyebrows just anywhere," she scolded playfully. Draco smirked.

"So, I take it you like my cockiness?" Draco questioned but Hermione hit him on the shoulder. "Ow!"

"I said don't talk," she said.

"Yes, ma'am," Draco said curtly, but his playful smirk gave him away.

Hermione gave him a warning glance then she moved down a little and looked into his eyes. "I love your eyes," she said softly. "I really do, they have the softest gray hue and I love when you look at me," she said. "Did you know that they change?" she asked. Draco shook his head. "They do, they change with your emotions. They give you away all the time, when I know that your lusty for me. They get dusky when you want me. They get really stormy when your angry, and sparkle with gold flecks when your happy." As she said this Draco's eyes grew more dusky with lust.

Hermione smiled at the look. Then she moved down to his lips. "Your lips were the first thing I fell in love with. The first time you kissed me I knew I could never get enough. Your lips can drive away any anger that I'm feeling towards you. All you have to do is kiss me," she said.

"I'll keep that in mind," Draco murmured. Hermione laughed and then brought her lips down on his for a deep kiss, she stroked his tongue with hers as they kissed and moaned as he kissed her back with as much fervor.

She pulled away. "And the wicked, wicked things you do with your tongue," she smirked. She started trailing little kisses down his neck and to his arms. "I can't sleep," she said. "Whenever you're gone, I can't sleep without your arms wrapped around me. I don't know why, but I don't feel safe without them when I go to sleep," she confessed. She had never told him that before.

Draco was looking at her with confusion in his face. "You can't?" he asked, never knowing this before.

Hermione shook her head. "Not unless you're here. I know now why I love you so much," she said.

"Why?" Draco questioned.

"You're my guardian angel," she said.

"What do you mean?" Draco asked.

"You're always there for me when I need you," she said.

"I wasn't there for you when you got raped," he said sadly, trying to make himself seem less valiant than she was making him out to be.

"You were there afterwords to help me with it. What Weasley did to me was so...degrading. What he did to me with that one action was worse than the six years of you calling me Mudblood. He treated me like filth, something that could be used to his will, and then you were there to help me get through it. Without you, I don't know what I would've done. That was when I fell in love with you, Draco. When you changed."

Draco looked away from her at the mention of his teasing of her. That was before he found her sexy as hell...before he fell in love with her. Before he ever thought that he could be attracted to her bushy hair that was actually soft and silky, before he found her intelligence a turn on rather than a nuisance, before her eyes were dark pools of mystery instead of the banal color of dirt, the reflection of what was within. He looked into those eyes now, he realized that he really had changed when it came to her. "I love you," he said as he wrapped his arms around her neck and brought her down for a delicious kiss. The old Draco would never have initiated that action, said those words or enjoyed a kiss with a Mudb--muggle-born.

His little muggle-born.

"I love you, too," Hermione murmured into his mouth. She began trailing her fingers down his body until they reached his bum. "Do you know that this," she accented with a squeeze, "had it's own fan club back in school?" she asked.

"Yeah," he said with a smile. "It's amazing what girls obsess over. I was very proud of my arse though."

Hermione laughed as she kissed him and moved her hands to the other side of his pants. Then she gasped. "Oh my gods, it's gone!" she yelled.

"What!" Draco screamed, sitting up and pulling up his boxers, looking down his shorts. He saw that everything was in order and looked at Hermione, but she was looking at his arm. "No, your mark, it's gone."

Draco looked down at his arm and saw that the flesh where the Dark Mark was previously was now flawless. "That can mean only one thing," he said.

"Did Dumbledore win?" Hermione asked sadly.

"I don't know. Get dressed, we're going to Malfoy Manor to figure this out."

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"Weasley! Oi, Weasley!" said a voice from beyond the door.

"Yeah, what do you want?" he asked in an annoyed tone.

The voice lowered to a whisper. "You want out of here?" it asked.

"Duh!" he said.

The door lock clicked open and Ron saw one of the Death Eaters that he had previously been tortured by. "Everyone is gone," he said. He pointed his wand at the locks above Ron's head and the chains fell from the wall.

"Why are you helping me?" Ron asked.

"It doesn't matter, just get out of here before they come back," he said.

"All right, how do I do that?" he asked.

"Right, right, then a left and up the stairs," he said.

"Where is everyone?" Ron asked.

"They're having the war at the moment," the mysterious man said.

"Right," Ron muttered and walked out of the dungeon, following the instructions of the man that had just let him go.

Soon Ron was out of the dungeons and away from Lucius' office. He was now trying to find his way through the maze of a house. There were so many twists and turns and no big hall that led to the exit. It was very confusing. He finally found his way out and at the threshold to the manor gates, apparated to Hogsmeade.

There was catastrophe on the grounds. People were throwing curses back and forth and they were dropping like flies. The only people that looked as though they were left was Hermione, Harry, Voldemort, Lucius and Lupin. Lucius was fighting with Lupin and Hermione was tending to what he presumed was a dead or mortally injured Draco. Harry and Voldemort were fighting it out against each other, throwing their hexes back and forth and hitting each other with ease. Yet neither of them fell.

Ron laughed and sent an Avada towards Voldemort. He dropped dead.

Harry turned and saw Ron with his wand pointed at his enemy. "Why did you do that?" he asked angrily.

"Because, he is our enemy and he was supposed to die."

"Ron, you are my enemy. I wanted to kill Volemort myself!" Harry yelled.

"Yeah, take that up with him in Hell," Ron said and sent another Avada towards Harry and his former best friend was finally killed by the curse that he had once survived.

Hermione was too busy tending to the Ferret that she didn't even see what was coming until she joined her love. Lucius and Lupin were also too slow to stop him and he killed them as well. He wiped his hands on his robes and gave a sigh. "Well, a day's work done," he muttered.

"Oi, Weasley!" he heard a voice say from behind him. He turned around and was smacked violently across the face. He closed his eyes at the pain. "Weasley!" the voice said again.

"What?" he asked.

"Where is everyone?" he heard the voice say.

He opened his eyes and they came in contact with the silver orbs of the person he most hated. "Well?" Draco asked.

"I don't know!" Ron said, shifting his arms in the chains above his head. He looked behind the ferret and saw Hermione looking scared.

"Draco, why aren't they here? What does this mean?" she asked.

"I don't know, luv," he said.

"Hey, maybe they went off to fight their little war without you," Ron said.

"Draco, what if he died? That's the only explanation isn't it?" Hermione asked. Draco walked to Hermione and embraced her. "We'll see, come on," he said, and with a crack they were gone.

"God damn it, that was a good dream!" Ron muttered.

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"Draco, where is everyone?" Hermione question as they arrived at Hogwarts' Gates.

"Inside," he said simply, shoving open the gates and walking along the path to the school. There were a couple of kids out on the lawn. "Hey, do you know where Dumbledore is?" Draco asked one of the kids who looked like a first year.

"Hey, aren't you Malfoy?" the kid asked.

"Yes," Draco said impatiently.

"You were in my house, why did you leave?" he asked.

"You know what, I'll ask someone else," Draco said, pulling Hermione behind him. The kid caught up to them though. "Isn't she Hermione Granger?" he asked.

"Yes, I am," Hermione said politely.

"Why are you with a Mudblood?" the kid asked Draco.

"That's it kid, you are pissing me off," Draco said. He turned around and picked the kid up off the ground by the collar of his shirt. "See her?" Draco asked, nodding his head towards Hermione. "She's my wife, so if you have anything else bad to say about her, say it now and I will gladly rip our tongue out when you're done," he said in a harsh voice.

"Draco, put him down, we need to find Dumbledore," Hermione said, crossing her arms and shaking her head at the childness of her husband.

"Yes, put me down, Draco," the kid emulated.

Draco threw him down on the ground. "Stay away from me," he ordered.

"Yes, sir," the kid mocked again.

Draco just scoffed and grabbed Hermione by the hand, leading her away towards the Headmaster's office.

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"I had to do it."

"I know, Harry, you did good," Blaise said comfortingly.

"I didn't want to, he told me to do it, I-I..."

"It's all right, Harry."

"I've never killed anyone before," Harry sobbed.

"He killed your parents, Harry," Blaise said. "You weren't really on his side, you were on your own side."

"But he told me to do it," Harry said.

"And that's the only reason you agreed, wasn't it?" Blaise asked.

Harry looked shyly into his friend's face. "Yes."

A/N: There you have it, the next chapter by me! Only two chapters left, so sad. I love you all so much! Muah and thanks for reading.

Love and Lemons

Brittany