Sorry for the delay everyone. I have been working and avoiding the holidays. Enjoy!

Hermione walked into her room and saw boxes everywhere, "What's going on?" she demanded.

"Mistress move in Master's room," Gippy replied softly.

Hermione let out a swear and stalked off in search of her husband, "Draco!" she yelled.

Draco smirked in his study. His darling wife must have discovered his plans.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" she demanded.

Draco stretched and slipped out of his chair, "I thought that would be obvious." He paused as he walked behind his wife and slipped his arms around her waist, "I want you in my bed," he whispered as his tongue began to caress her ear."

Hermione shivered and tried to pull away, "I said NO!" she snapped.

Draco let his hand wander up her shirt and began to toy with the edge of her bra, "As master of this household I do what I feel is best."

She slapped his hand away and howled in frustration, "So raping me is your best option?" she growled as she tried to remove his hand that had almost made it inside her bra.

Draco grinned, "When we do make love," he whispered softly, "it will be a very willing activity. Trust me."

She gasped as she felt his hands back up her shirt and cup her breast through the fabric, "No," she breathed.

Draco gently pinched her nipple and let out a low chuckle, "Keep saying that for now. How much longer do you think you'll be able to hold up?"

She squirmed uncomfortably, "Let me go!" she snapped as she fought to gain control of her senses.

Draco released her and smirked, "Stop fighting me," he insisted.

Hermione stumbled back a few steps, "Stop trying to seduce me."

He grinned, "Is it working?"

She tried to push past him, "I need to go," she insisted.

Draco grasped her hand, "I shall see you for dinner?" he asked as his eyes looked deep into hers.

She nodded, "Can I have my room back?" she whispered.

Draco laughed and pushed her gently out the door, "I have work to do," he said.

He closed the door and collapsed in a chair. He let a grin steal across his features as he fought the giddiness that was rising up in his chest. Almost. Not much longer he though as he went to his desk. Not much longer at all.

Hermione threw herself on a couch in the library in tears. How dare he take advantage of her? Didn't he know she hated him? She sighed as felt the lingering of his hands on her. Who was she to lie? She didn't hate him. She wanted him in the worst way possible, and that is what scared her the most.

Percy walked in the door from work. He knew waiting for him was dinner and the most willing wife a man could ask for. She would do anything for him. While she wasn't the attractive woman on the planet it didn't take Percy long to warm up to her. After the fall out with his parents, Percy had begun to live a life of solitude. Once the war got on the way, he fought on Dumbledore's side, because he knew that was expected of him. Within a matter of weeks he was caught and shut up in a dungeon. He was only comforted by the thought that he may die and never have to face his family again. A few months later he was placed on an auction block with the rest of the survivors of the light. He shuttered when the tall hefty Slytherin asked the Dark Lord for him. A few days into his imprisonment with her Percy began to notice a few things. First off she would shake uncontrollably when he was around. Secondly she seemed to fix herself up more when she visited him too. After a couple weeks he noticed she was sniffling a lot more. The next day he realized that she was sick. Percy ordered her to bed and had the house elves to bring her soup. He kept a constant vigil at her side as he awaited her recovery. It was there he learned the truth. Millicent was in love with him. She had developed a crush on him her first year. He laughed as he remembered the chubby Slytherin always in his line of sight.

As soon as she got better Percy began to get nervous. Could things ever go back to the way they were after that? Her second day out of bed Millie told him she needed his assistance in her room. Percy went inside and found her naked on the bed. He had turned bright red, but that didn't stop him from jumping on the bed and enjoying what she offered him. Percy now knew he was in love. In love with the burly Slytherein and that was just the way he liked it.

Millie sat at the kitchen table pretending she wasn't counting the hours until Percy came home. She blushed as she remembered their first time. She had been so nervous, but he had eased all that. Now she knew he didn't go to her bed because he was afraid of her or because she felt it was his duty.After last night she knew it was because he loved her.

After work the day before Percy had arrived late. She tired not to act like she cared, but she did. When they retired for bed she decided to bring it up. Before she could get a word out she found a little box next to her pillow. Inside was a ruby ring with the inscription, "I'll Cherish You." She saw Percy staring at her with tears in his eyes.

He got down on one knee and looked up into her eyes, "Will you marry me?" he asked.

She felt the tears cascading down her cheeks. If this wasn't love she didn't know what was, "Yes!" she whispered as she leaned down to kiss him.

The peck quickly fueled their passion as they collapsed on the bed in a hurry.

Afterwards Millie lay contently in Percy's arms, "Why do you love me?" she asked.

He grinned, "Because you love me. Because you are the first woman to show me that love can be about adoration and silliness. I have never met a woman who worships the ground I walk on, yet screams at me for leaving dishes in the sink. I think that makes me love you all the more. Plus you are beautiful, well sexy actually. Funny, smart witty," he sighed. "I just can't get enough of you. I know we were all ready married, but I wanted you to know that it's by choice, not by force."

Before he could say another word she pulled his head to hers and kissed him passionately.

She met Percy's gaze and let the grin she was fighting light her face. Love didn't get nay better than this.