Chapter Five:

(A/N. Here's the new chapter, I'm not seeing a lot of reviews which makes me very sad! SO REVIEW! LOL.)

Draco Malfoy blinked, pulling himself out of the vivid memories. He chuckled softly and slowly pulled his wife away from the mirror. He sat her down in the ottoman in front of the Victorian style chair and, taking a brush from the top of the vanity, he sat down to brush her long hair.

"I remember that day perfectly." He murmured, repeating his earlier words in reference to the day –Was it really three years ago?– that he had proposed to Hermione. The sound that emitted from her lips was a mix of a laugh and a moan.

"Oh, I'm sure you remember it well. It was an unforgettable day."

"Mmm. If Miss Weasley hadn't shown up when she did and interrupted us, our son would have been born a lot sooner."

"Our daughter's early birth would have had to be explained, and the wedding would have been a shotgun wedding and not that beautiful one you arranged." Hermione said not even turning. Draco smiled, the gender of their baby was a topic of much discussion. Draco would say he wanted a girl and Hermione would decide on that day that she wanted a boy. Other days Draco would agree with her that a boy would be nice and she would reprimand him and say she wanted a girl. Women.

"Explained?"

"Mm-hmm. I think my mom once told me about my uncle's 'microwave baby'." She replied and Draco's hand paused.

"Microwave?" He asked. Though they had been married for almost three years, Draco was still getting used to Hermione's muggle terms.

"Oh, yeah. It's this machine that cooks food." She explained picking at her nails absently.

"Doesn't an oven do that?" He frowned. She turned to him a bug grin on her beautiful face.

"That's the point. See a microwave cooks food much faster than an oven and since most people refer to a baby being 'in the oven' we would have had to say that ours was 'cooked' in the microwave since it 'came out' a lot sooner." She said. Draco sighed and scratched his head.

"I'm glad we didn't have to do that because I'm all ready bloody confused." He moaned and she slapped his knee

"Draco! Watch you language."

"Yes, ma'am." He replied and she laughed. He smiled and kissed the top of her head lovingly. "You know my dear, I think I was made to love you." He declared.

"Oh really?" She said as she stood up and pulled him over to the bed where they curled up together enjoying each other's comforting presence.

"Yes." Without meaning to they drifted back into their memories…

The news of Ron's fight with Draco spread like wildfire around the school. Ron shared his version of the story to anyone that would listen, expertly painting himself as the humble hero. No one dared ask Draco for his version. As for the villain in Ron's stories, Draco knew that despite Hermione's assurances that it was over Ron would not go down so easily. He was not worried, however. Perhaps the saying was true. One in love fears no storm. He fears only the death of love. For the sake of Hermione, Draco did his best to avoid Ron and dedicate himself to the planning of the Graduation and his fiancée. At the moment he was working on both. Or more precisely, Hermione was working and he was admiring. She was sitting on his bed busily reciting the plans. He was lying on the bed beside her, his hand tenderly tracing patterns on her back. Love was a state he had never been in before and he had discovered he liked it more each day. From very early in life his father had told him to view girls in two ways. Blood and wealth. That was all that mattered. Hermione had neither of these things and yet she made him happier than he had ever been. Every innocent touch sent shivers up his spine. She turned to him now but there was no desire or gentleness in her eyes.

"Draco Malfoy! Are you even listening to me?" She demanded furiously. He smirked and shrugged and she slapped him on the arm. Hard.

"Ow!" He cried and clutched his other hand to his injured shoulder. She rolled her eyes in exasperation.

"Oh! You are a complete, utter…" She paused and he could see that she had no word in her massive vocabulary to describe him at the moment.

"I'm a complete utter? My dear, you have such a way with words." He cooed and she glared at him.

"Malfoy." Her voice warned. He raised his hands up in mock surrender a grin never leaving his face.

"You know it's going to get confusing in a while since Malfoy is going to be your name too." He said and she growled. He sprang up and kissed her cheek. "I'm sorry, love, I'll listen now."

"Good. As I was saying the graduation is going to be in the Great Hall obviously…" This time Draco tried his best to listen, adding a diligent nod now in then to show that he had heard. He smiled inwardly. Once a bookworm, always a bookworm.

Hermione Granger Malfoy stared at her beloved husband in dismay. She pouted and crossed her arms over her chest.

"I am not a bookworm." She cried and Draco laughed heartily. The sound brought a smile to the brunette's face. She never tired of hearing him laugh since she had been depreived of the joyous sound for so many years now she cherished it. Remembering why she was miffed she frowned again.

"You are too a bookworm. The cutest of them all, I might add." Draco cooed and then kissed her lips lovingly. She pulled away.

"You think you can just kiss me and it will all be okay?" She demanded and he chortled huskily leaning in closer.

"It will be more than okay." He purred making her shiver in delight. He laughed and kissed her again and she didn't pull away this time.

"Well it was worth all that time I put into it. Graduation was wonderful." Hermione said beaming at her husband.

"It was?" He asked raising a silvery eyebrow. Hermione frowned and stared at him in bewilderment. She remembered the day as being bright and merry with the sun shining over Hogwarts and making everything glisten in its golden rays.

"It wasn't?"

"Maybe for you it was but for me…not so good."