Summary: Draco hires Hermione to be his 'wife' so his boss will approve of their deal. Only, Draco didn't expect to fall in love with Hermione. DM/HG. This fanfiction is based on the movie Borrowed Hearts.
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended. This fanfiction is also based on the movie Borrowed Hearts. I do not own that, either.
This chapter is dedicated to Jeremy.
Recap of Chapter 22:
"Mm, a bed! And pillows!" smiled Hermione, falling onto the bed.
"Hermione! You haven't even taken off your clothes and changed into your pajamas!" said Draco.
Hermione waved him off, "Bugger off, I want some sleep!" she declared.
Draco shook his head, but left Hermione on their bed.
"Oh, and just so you know, we're going to be going on our honeymoon tomorrow! So make sure you get enough rest," Draco said, making Hermione groan.
Chapter 23:
Hermione was awakened from her deep slumber by a gentle shaking. She moaned, and waved her hand carelessly in the air, as if to swat away a fly.
Instead, her hand caught a clump of soft hair. She grinned into her pillow as she pulled.
"Ow! Okay, I'm sorry Hermione!" exclaimed a voice.
Hermione turned back onto her back, and opened her eyes to stare into the gorgeous gray eyes of her husband's.
"Good morning, handsome," she said, grinning at him.
"Good morning, gorgeous," he said back to her, but rubbing his head.
Hermione glanced at the clock next to her bedside table and groaned, "Draco, it's only 5:30 in the morning! How dare you wake me up so early!" she said, scolding him.
Draco rolled his eyes, "Uh, Hermione? Does the word 'honeymoon' mean anything to you?" he asked her.
Hermione shot up from bed.
"Honeymoon!" she said, half squealing and half laughing.
"Did you forget?" asked Draco, pouting.
Hermione kissed him lightly on the lips, "Of course not!"
"Draco, honey, since you know where we're going to go for our honeymoon, why don't you pack for me?" she suggested.
"I'll be in the bathroom taking a nice hot bath if you need me," she said, waving at him before disappearing into the bathroom.
Draco shook his head, "Who'd ever thought that Hermione Granger was one for wanting to get out of work!" he muttered to himself.
"I heard that!" came the haughty response from the bathroom.
"What?" thundered Hermione as she glared at Draco.
Draco swallowed back a laugh. Every time Hermione grew angry, her face would slowly turn to a tomato red, and her hair would slightly become puffier – if possible. Her hands would clench into little fists and she'd stomp her feet to make a point. She looked so cute standing in front of Draco at his private airport that it took all he could to not throw his arms around her and catch her lips in a searing and passionate kiss.
"Are you kidding me?" she demanded.
Draco nodded his head, "Yes. I'm sorry love, but you're going to have to wear the blindfolds until we reach our destination. I don't want you knowing where we're going to be headed to until we get there."
Hermione rolled her eyes, "Draco, darling, I don't think I'll even know!"
Draco laughed, "No way am I letting you not wear the blindfolds. Come on. For me?" he asked her, pouting his lips playfully.
Hermione glared at him for a minute before snatching the blindfold from his hands, grumbling all the while.
She tugged on the black blindfold and crossed her arms over her chest. Draco walked over to her and stood behind her, enveloping his arms around her.
"Are you happy now?" she muttered to him, pouting her lips.
Draco nodded, "Very."
He turned her around so that she was facing him, before leaning forward to kiss her on the lips.
"Come on. I assure you, the plane ride will be so quick that you won't have to worry about anything," said Draco.
Hermione stomped her foot, "It's not that!" she said.
"Then what is it, love?" he asked her.
"I-I get airsick. I need to be able to look out the window, or else I'll throw up everywhere," she said, blushing.
Draco grinned, "Why are you blushing? That's nothing to be blushing about!" he said, leading her into the airplane.
"Like I said, this airplane will be so comfortable that you won't even feel it take off or land. And besides, I'll be keeping you busy while we're in the air," he said, whispering huskily into her ear.
Hermione couldn't help but laugh, as she listened to her husband.
"Okay, fine. Let's go! I can't wait to see where we're going to end up at," she said, hurrying forward out of Draco's grasp.
"Are you ready?" asked Draco.
Hermione nodded her head.
The two had just landed, and true to his word, Draco had managed to keep Hermione occupied during their flight. He had frustrated her by hinting at where they were going to be headed, but not telling her directly.
Not once did Hermione feel airsick.
"Okay," said Draco, "One, two, three!" he whispered into her ear.
He removed the blindfold from her eyes, and what Hermione saw made her gasp.
"It's beautiful!" she said softly.
She tore her eyes from the view to look up at her husband standing next to her. He had wrapped an arm around her to shield Hermione from the blowing wind.
Hermione wrapped both her arms around Draco's neck, and lovingly gazed up at his face.
"You brought me to Tahiti?" she asked him, smiling joyously.
Draco nodded, "I heard it's one of the most romantic places on Earth. And I also heard you talking to Potter about wanting to come here."
Hermione laughed with delight as she stood on her tiptoes to give her husband a kiss on the lips.
"I never knew you were the type to eavesdrop! But I'm glad you did. I've been wanting to come here ever since I was little," Hermione said, grinning up at Draco.
"So, do you like it?" Draco asked her, a bit nervously.
"Like it? Oh Draco, I love it!" she exclaimed in delight.
Draco grinned, "Really? I'm glad!" he said, wrapping his arms around her shoulders.
"And just think. All of Tahiti will be ours for two whole weeks! How does that sound?" he asked Hermione.
Hermione jumped in excitement, "I can't wait!" she said, unable to hold her happiness within her.
"Anything to make you happy, Hermione," said Draco.
Hermione stopped jumping up and down, as Draco's words were comprehended in her head.
She turned so that she was facing Draco.
"Draco," she began, "As glad as I am to be here, I wouldn't care where we had our honeymoon. As long as I get to spend time with you, I'm glad. You know that I love you so much. I'm so happy that you did all this for me, but I want you to know that I love you so much more than all of this," she said, looking deep into Draco's eyes.
Draco's heart surged with love as he looked down at the woman he had married.
"Hermione, even though you don't want this, you're going to get it. I want you to feel loved and cherished. I want to spend every moment of my life with you. No matter what, I'm yours," he said, bending down to kiss her.
Hermione responded by wrapping her arms around his neck and deepening the kiss.
In the kiss, she promised him eternity. She promised him happiness. She promised him a future.
Draco broke the kiss, and teasingly, he said, "So if you say that you don't care where we have our honeymoon, are you saying that we can go back home right now?"
Hermione swatted at him, "Heck no! Let's get going! There's so much to do and too much to see. Carry the luggage for me, will you, love?" she asked him, before walking ahead.
Draco rolled his eyes, but he complied. Anything to make Hermione happy.
"Wow, we have a personal chauffeur?" asked Hermione, feeling a bit overwhelmed.
Draco nodded to his wife as the chauffeur opened the door to the limousine to let Hermione and Draco in.
Hermione slid into the seat, gazing up at the ceiling, the leather seats, and the personal bar behind her. Draco followed her in, immediately wrapping an arm around her neck as she snuggled against the crook of his arm.
"Where to?" asked the chauffeur, looking up at the rearview mirror, eyeing the happy couple.
"Can you take us to the Pearl Beach Resort Hotel in Bora Bora please?" asked Draco.
The chauffeur nodded, "A wonderful place, if I don't say so myself."
After a few moments of silence, the chauffeur spoke up, "I take it you two have just been married?" he asked.
Hermione beamed as she nodded her head happily.
"How was the wedding?"
Hermione grinned, "I thought it was absolutely gorgeous. I don't think I'll ever forget that day as long as I live. Draco was the most adorable and beautiful man there!"
"And Hermione was the most gorgeous woman there," added Draco, giving Hermione a kiss on her cheek.
The limousine pulled up to the hotel, and Draco paid the man, before getting out of the car. Hermione followed in suit, and the two waved bye to the driver, before carrying their luggage into the hotel and checking in.
"Draco, I still can't believe this!" exclaimed Hermione from inside their honeymoon suite.
Draco was carrying in the luggage, and Hermione was at the window, checking out the view from the open window. Draco had specifically requested a room that would overlook the blue ocean and white sand, knowing that Hermione would love it.
And love it she did!
"It's absolutely gorgeous!"
Running over to where her husband had sat down, she sat down on his lap and draped her arms around his neck, giving him a kiss on the forehead.
"I love you, you know that?" she asked him.
Draco nodded, "Want to show me how much you love me?" he asked her, winking.
Hermione swatted at his shoulder lightly before getting off of him.
"Come on, I want to explore the hotel and it's private beach!" she said, pulling him up and running out of their hotel room.
Standing on the edge of the ocean shore, Hermione was able to take in the past few days of chaos and confusion.
And she felt that it was all worth it. With her husband standing by her side and beautiful Tahiti in front of her, it took all she could to not jump up and down and scream.
Oh screw it.
She did it anyway.
She jumped up and down, giving Draco a peck on his cheek before jumping on him and giving him a big hug.
"I don't think I can sleep tonight! I'm too excited," she told him.
"Well," said Draco, "I can think of a lot of things we can do tonight if we don't sleep," he said to her, raising an eyebrow in a suggestive manner.
Hermione rolled her eyes, "Is that all you ever think about Draco? Honestly!" she said, but grinning at him nonetheless.
He shrugged, "I can't help it when I'm married to the most beautiful woman in the world!"
Hermione grinned as she took his hand in hers and entwined her fingers with his.
"Somehow, I feel so lucky. You make me happy, Draco, you know that?" she told him, not able to resist hugging him again.
Draco put his arm around her and said, "Come on, it's getting cold. Let's come back tomorrow."
Hermione turned back around to face the waterfront and she shook her head, "No, I want to stay awhile longer. Please, Draco?" she asked him, pouting a little.
Draco laughed and nodded, "How can I resist? Fine by me."
Hermione smiled, and sat down on the cool white sand, with Draco next to her. She sifted the sand between her fingers, while looking at the wonderfully blue ocean. It was a marvelous blue, bluer than any ocean she had ever seen in her entire life. And the water was so clear, that she could see the fish swimming around.
The sun was setting, and as she leaned on her husband's shoulder, she smiled blissfully. The sky was getting dark, but there was no mistake that it had been a bright and clear day. It was still dark blue with hints of white clouds here and there, but the most brilliant of all was the sun. It was setting, and it looked as if it was hitting the top of the ocean. It's rays reached out for millions of miles, spreading warmth on the tourists and residents of Tahiti. The orange, red, purple of the sunset clashed with the dark blue of the sky, and the effects were breathtaking.
"Draco, love, did you bring a camera?" asked Hermione, as she snapped out of her reverie.
Draco nodded.
"Excuse me," he asked a man who was walking by, "Would you mind taking a picture of my wife and me?"
The man shook his head, and Draco handed him the camera.
The couple posed with the sky and ocean as the background, and smiled happy smiles.
"Say 'cheese'!" said the man, before snapping two quick photos.
"One more, please!" said Hermione.
In the last pose, she kissed Draco on the cheek, and he laughed, his head tilted back with the sun glinting on his hair, making it look gold.
"Beautiful! And are you two a newly-wedded couple?" asked the man.
Draco nodded.
"Well, we can't not have a picture of the two of you kissing on your honeymoon!" he said.
Draco grinned before turning to face Hermione and scooping her up into the air. Hermione laughed with delight, her knees bent into the air. She bent her head down to place a kiss onto her lover's mouth and the man snapped a shot.
Draco placed her back onto ground and wrapped his arms around her waist, and she, his neck, and gave Hermione a passionate kiss.
The man whistled, and took a picture.
"I'll just place your camera on your beach towel. You two look a bit busy," he said chuckling to himself.
Draco broke the kiss and thanked him.
"Have a good honeymoon!" he said, walking off.
Hermione and Draco waved at him, before Draco turned back to Hermione.
"So, where were we?" he asked.
Hermione met her lips with his, before saying, "Here."
"Draco, give me the remote," said Hermione, demanding the remote to be in her hands.
Draco grinned from next to her on their king sized bed.
"No."
Hermione rolled her eyes, "I'll tickle you! I happen to know that you're ticklish on your ribs … and your armpits!"
Draco frowned, "No! How do you know?"
"Percy told me."
Hermione got off of the bed and looked out from the window at the view of the Jacuzzis outside. Beyond that was a "fake" coral reef that was lit up with lights. People were literally swimming with the fishes, because they were able to see the fish next to them.
Hermione suddenly felt a pair of arms snake it's way around her waist, and she stiffened, before realizing whom it belonged to, and relaxing into its embrace.
Draco rested his chin on the top of Hermione's head, and began to slowly move in time to the music that was playing from the television.
Hermione laughed, but soon settled into the rhythm. She felt so comfortable, and so at ease.
If she was back at Hogwarts in her seventh year and somebody had told her that she would marry Draco and would be happy with that decision, she'd have laughed and rolled her eyes, calling that person a 'Canary Cream'.
Yet here she was, at ease in Draco's arms.
Hermione turned around so that she was now looking at Draco. Reaching up, she cupped his face and stood on her tiptoes, giving him a slow and passionate kiss.
Draco kissed her back, wrapping his arms tighter around her waist. Her arms slid from his face to his neck. She laughed when he moved her towards the bed, and Draco took that moment to slip his tongue into his mouth. Her tongue shyly met his, and he grinned at her shyness.
He broke from his kiss and bent his head so that his forehead met her forehead.
"I think I am the luckiest man in the world to be married to such a beautiful and caring woman," he said.
Hermione grinned at his statement and declared, "Well, I think that I am the luckiest woman in the world. I'm married to such a wonderful husband, who is caring, sweet, smart, and nice… And him being rich and hot helps, too," she said, winking.
His eyes widened at her joke, and he grabbed her lightly by the shoulders, forcing her to fall back onto the bed.
She screamed softly, and grabbed his collar, forcing him to land on top of her.
"It seems to me as if you are trapped, Mrs. Malfoy," said Draco, grinning down at his lovely wife.
Hermione rolled her eyes, "Oh, please. I planned for this to happen," she said, laughing.
She raised her arms to set them around his neck, and she pulled him into a long kiss.
Draco broke the kiss, and said to Hermione, "Wow, somebody sure is feisty, isn't she?"
Hermione responded by pulling him back down to give him another slow kiss. Draco had nothing else to do but respond to her kiss. He used one hand to prop himself up on the bed, so he would not crush Hermione, while his other hand buried itself into her soft hair.
This time, Hermione broke the kiss. She gently pushed Draco off of her, and walked to the door, opening it and turning the sign to 'Do Not Disturb', before closing the door, locking it, and sauntering back over to the bed, where Draco had now spread himself out on.
"This sure is going to be a wonderful honeymoon, won't it be?" she asked, winking at her husband.
"Oh, I'm sure it is," said Draco.
Hermione giggled, before she jumped back onto the bed, eager for more kisses from her new husband.
Hermione woke up, feeling energetic and ready for the next adventure in her marriage with Draco.
But before she could hop out of bed, she realized that she was trapped beneath Draco's arms. He was against her back, and his arms were around her stomach. His legs were entwined with hers, and he was snoring quite loudly.
Hermione chuckled to herself, and gently unwove herself from his embrace.
She walked to the bathroom, took a quick shower, brushed her teeth and washed her face. When she exited the shower, she smelled quite clean, like fresh roses.
She got onto the bed, and laid down next to Draco. Smiling, she took a hold of his head and kissed his lips.
She felt him smile against her lips, and Hermione released Draco from her hold.
"Good morning, sleepy head," she greeted her husband.
He opened one eye, and said, "Morning."
Hermione jumped on top of him and said, "You have to wake up! Come on, we have lots to do!"
Draco sighed, "But Hermione! It's only eight in the morning. I want to sleep in for at least another half hour. Pretty please?" he asked her, giving her his puppy-dog look that she could not ever resist.
Hermione sighed, "Okay, fine. But only because I love you so much. But at eight thirty, you better be up. And I will not be telling you!" she said to him, smiling.
Draco never responded, for he was already fast asleep.
Half an hour later found Draco dressed, and ready to go.
The two went into the hotel's restaurant for a quick bite to eat, before going to Bora Bora for more exploration.
The two reached a private beach, and Hermione's eyes grew brighter and brighter at the thought of spending time with her new husband at a private beach with it's spa and many other exciting offers.
"Draco, let's sunbathe here!" cried Hermione, when she found a good spot on the beach.
Draco nodded his head, and shaded his eyes from the sun.
"The ocean looks wonderful. Perfect for surfing. Too bad I don't know how to surf!" he said, laughing.
Hermione grinned up at him, before pulling him down, and applying sunscreen all over his cheeks. She even put sun block on his legs.
"Now do me," said Hermione.
Draco's eyebrows rose at the comment as he took the bottle from her hand, and he said, "I'd love to."
Hermione swatted Draco's legs and said, "Oh, you know what I mean!"
After a few hours relaxing on the beach, the two went back into their hotel. As they were walking up to their rooms, Draco stopped and said, "Oh, I need to ask the front desk a quick question regarding the money … why don't you head on up to the room and shower first?"
Hermione nodded, gave her husband a kiss on his cheek before heading up to her room.
She hummed a soft tune as she inserted her room key into the lock. Opening the door, Hermione was suddenly faced with an overwhelming smell of roses and jasmine, her two favorite scents.
She walked into the room and let the door close behind her.
"Oh!" she gasped, taking a look around.
There was no need for the lights to be turned on because candles were everywhere, all burning that jasmine scent. Rose petals littered the ground. Hermione smiled to herself when she realized that the rose petals led her to the bath in the bathroom.
Hermione followed the path and was shocked to find the tub filled to the brim with bubbles.
"A bubble bath!" she exclaimed to herself.
She knelt down, smelling the fragrance of roses that the bubbles gave out.
She quickly undressed and stepped into the bathtub. She murmured with delight, feeling the warmth of the water.
She bathed herself delightfully, and when she was finished, she slipped into a warm fuzzy robe that was hung on the rack by the tub.
She walked out into the bedroom, and was surprised to see a package resting on top of the bed.
"For Hermione" it read, in ornamental cursive.
Hermione frowned, wondering if it had always been there or not.
She picked it up and took the card out of the envelope.
"To my beautiful wife," the cover read, with a picture of a girl sniffing roses.
Inside was Draco's neat cursive:
"To my dearest Hermione,
Did I surprise you today? Good, because that was my intention. Do you know how much I thank God for you each day? I am so blessed to have met you, so blessed to have you in my life. Words cannot express my gratitude, love, and affection that I have for you.
As each day draws to an end, our honeymoon will soon be ending, and we will have to fly back to London and begin a life as Mr. and Mrs. Draco Malfoy. I'm excited, but a bit nervous as well. I've never really had somebody depend on me or vice versa. But knowing that you are Hermione Granger, I know we will work it out somehow. And besides, I love you so much that I know we will make it.
So, slip on this little something that I bought, and meet me out in the lobby of the hotel. I hope you enjoyed your honeymoon, darling.
Love always and forever,
Your Draco"
Hermione grinned to herself, feeling her heart flutter as it always did when she thought about Draco.
She placed the letter back onto the bed, and opened the box. Inside, she found a gorgeous black dress. She quickly wore it, and to her amazement, it fit perfectly. It hugged her curves just right, and when she twirled, the dress would sway just the way she liked it. She went into the bathroom and charmed her hair dry. With a few well-chosen words, her hair was wavy. She applied light blush and lipstick, and added a bit of mascara to her lashes. She was ready!
She slipped into a pair of black heels, and was on her way out of the hotel room.
She stepped into the lobby, and looked around for Draco. Not finding him, she decided to sit on one of the couches to wait for him.
But before she could move, a pair of arms encircled her about the waist, and a voice whispered into her ears, "Going somewhere, my lady?"
She turned around and saw her husband.
"Draco! I can't believe you did all this. How?" she cried, smiling.
Draco grinned, "Wow, you look absolutely breathtaking."
Hermione giggled, "You don't look too bad yourself."
"Shall we?" he asked, offering her his elbow.
Hermione nodded, and took it, lacing her arm through her elbow. The two walked through the doors, and walked into the black limosine that was waiting for them.
"Ah! Draco! Put me down this instant," Hermione screamed.
After getting out from the elevator, Hermione was scooped up into Draco's arms. Her feet were left dangling in the air, and her arms were wrapped tightly around his neck.
The night had been amazing. Draco had gone all out to make the night special. He had taken her to a romantic French restaurant, and then he followed it by a stroll in the breathtaking gardens. Following that, he had taken her out to the beach, under the night sky. There he had presented her with his wedding gift to her. It was a diamond necklace. He had put it onto her neck, and the two danced under the moonlight.
Now, they were retiring into their honeymoon suite.
"Shush Hermione," scolded Draco, "You'll wake up all the neighbors!" he said.
Hermione wrinkled her nose playfully, "You see how much you'd like it if I picked you up and carried you!" she said.
Draco rolled his eyes, but grinned. He reached the door to their hotel room, and managed to open it, despite holding a wriggling Hermione in his arms.
He walked into the room, before kicking the door shut behind him. He graciously emptied Hermione out of his arms and onto the king sized bed. Hermione looked around and gasped.
"H-how in the world?" she asked, taking in her surroundings.
Her room had been transformed into one of her fairy-tale scenes that she so often dreamed about.
Draco grinned, but kept silent.
The lights were completely off. There were candles expelling the scent of roses. Rose petals littered the ground, and the room seemed to sparkle. The ceiling of the room had been spelled to look like the night sky. Stars brightly twinkled. A gentle breeze slipped into the room and caressed Hermione's face.
She glanced over at Draco before running to him and giving him a kiss.
"Oh darling! Tonight has been absolutely fantastic!" she cried.
Draco grinned, "Seeing you happy makes me happy."
His mouth lowered onto hers, and before she knew it, she had completely melted into her husband's kiss. Her arms came up around his neck, and she smiled when she felt his arms wrap around her waist. He moved them backwards, and gently tipped her onto the bed.
Hermione gave a little gasp of surprise, and Draco took that moment to slip his tongue into her mouth. The kiss turned deeper, and Hermione couldn't help but give a soft moan. Her hands slid up his back and into his soft hair. She ran her fingers through it as he kissed her. His hands roamed her body, before coming up to wipe a few tendrils of hair away from her eyes.
His kisses sparked a passion in her; they lit a fire. She moaned and returned her husband's kiss with a fire that matched his own.
Draco pulled his mouth away from hers, and began to kiss her neck. Hermione moaned, and pulled gently on his hair.
All of a sudden, Hermione paused. She pushed Draco away and whispered, "Hold on a minute."
She walked over to the door, opened it, and reversed the sign so that it read 'Do Not Disturb', before closing it, and returning to her lover.
Draco grinned, "Smart idea."
Hermione smiled, "Thank you. Now, where were we?" she asked him, sitting down on his lap.
Draco raised one eyebrow and said, "Why Mrs. Malfoy, I think I was about to kiss you."
Hermione laughed before lying back down on the bed and pulling her husband's head down to kiss her.
"Good morning," said a familiar voice.
Hermione opened one eye, and grinned when she felt a familiar body wrapped around her.
She turned around in bed, and smiled, when she looked into the gray eyes of her husband.
"Good morning," she replied.
"How did you sleep?" he asked her.
Hermione chuckled knowingly, "I think I slept well. How about you?"
He nodded, "Me, too. I don't feel like waking up."
Hermione laughed, "Today's our last day. We have to spend it to the fullest."
Draco beamed at his wife's excitement. He was glad that she was so thrilled at being in Tahiti.
He took one look at her bright smile before nodding and getting out of bed.
"Come on, let's go!"
Hermione giggled, and pranced out of bed.
"Hurry, Draco!" she said.
Draco rolled his eyes, "Okay, I'm coming!"
"It's so beautiful! I still can't get over how breathtaking the view is," said Hermione.
The two were having breakfast at a quaint little waffle house, and Hermione was wrapped in Draco's arms. The two were staring out into the ocean, mesmerized.
"I can't believe we're going home tonight," Hermione muttered unhappily.
"Don't worry, darling. We're going to have lots of fun despite where we go," said Draco, smirking at his wife.
Hermione smacked him.
"Honestly, Draco!"
"Why don't we walk around and shop for a bit," suggested Draco.
Hermione nodded her head, "Yes! I have to buy souvenirs for Mum, Dad, Harry, Ron, Ginny, Neville, Luna, Parvati, Lavender, Padma, Molly, Arthur, Percy…"
Draco laughed, "I get the point. I suppose we should start … now?" he asked her.
Hermione jumped up, clapping her hands, "Oh we must!"
The two walked down the main strip, hand in hand. Draco's arm was around Hermione's shoulder, and her arm was around his waist.
She looked up at him, silently begging him for a kiss.
"What?" he asked.
She pouted.
Draco laughed but obliged.
"Ooh, let's go in here!" said Hermione, peering into a shop that seemed to interest her.
Draco shrugged but followed her.
"Welcome," said a soft voice.
Hermione jumped and looked up to see an old man smiling at Draco and her.
"Hi," she said.
"You two must be newly-weds," he said, noting the fact that the two were beaming and their hands were intertwined.
Draco nodded, "That's right."
Hermione spoke up, "We're looking for souvenirs to take back home."
"I think I know just what you'd like for a special friend," he said.
He ducked under a piece of tapestry that was marked with 'Employee's Only', and later came back out holding a couple of items.
"This is a magic ball," he said in his soft-spoken voice.
Hermione's eyes widened, "But sir, how … how did you know?" she asked him curiously.
"How did I know that you and your husband were from the Wizarding World? Well, that's easy. You see, this shop is charmed. Only wizards and witches can see it," he said, his eyes twinkling.
"Wow, that's smart!" Hermione said, grinning.
Draco and Hermione finished purchasing all of their items, before leaving the store.
"That was a nice man," she said.
Draco nodded.
"What should we do now?" she asked her husband.
Draco shrugged, "Beach? Eat?"
"Draco, we just ate!" Hermione said, laughing.
"Hey, I'm hungry," Draco protested.
"Why don't we go to one last beach, then eat lunch?" Hermione suggested.
Draco nodded, "That seems like a good idea."
The two, hand in hand, headed off in the direction of a new beach to explore.
"I never got a chance to give you your gift," Hermione said, once they were back in their hotel room.
Draco's eyebrow rose, "You have a gift for me?" he asked her.
Hermione nodded, "Of course!"
She reached under the bed and pulled out a large rectangular item, with a piece of cloth wrapped over it.
"Here, open it!" she said, squeezing her hands together.
Draco opened his gift and he smiled appreciatively when he saw what it was.
"How?" he asked.
It was a Muggle portrait of the two of them against the oceanfront of beautiful Tahiti. Hermione was dressed in a simple white cotton dress, but she was radiating beauty despite her simple dress. Her hair was blown by the wind, and Draco had his arms wrapped around her waist. He was wearing nice pants and a button-down blue shirt. The two looked so happy together.
"Wow," Draco said.
"Well, I got one of the prints and took it to a local shop and asked them to enlarge it, and then frame it," said Hermione, grinning.
She reached under the bed and pulled out yet another package. This time, it was a much smaller, rectangular item.
Draco opened it and laughed.
It was a portrait – or yet, many portraits – of the two of them on their honeymoon, in Hogwarts, in their childhood, etc.
It was charmed to flash from one picture to the next. And in all of them, the people moved.
Draco set down the pictures carefully before embracing his wife.
"I love it!" he declared.
Hermione looked him in the eye, "Really? You really do?" she asked him.
Draco bent his head down to gently kiss Hermione.
"Yes, of course!"
Hermione laughed.
"We have about four more hours before we need to get to the airport. Whatever should we do?" she asked him, with a gleam in her eye.
Draco shook his head and grinned, "Well, we could always clean up … or …" he trailed off.
Hermione tackled her husband, "I think I like the second idea better," she announced, before kissing him soundly on the lips.
"I'm really going to miss it," Hermione said, as she leaned against Draco to take in the view of Tahiti one last time.
She glanced up at her husband, drinking in his appearance, his movements, his everything.
"Thank you … for bringing me here," she told him quietly.
Draco caught the note of sadness in her voice and he immediately looked down at her, taking her chin and gently bringing her to gaze into his eyes.
"Hey … what's wrong?" he asked her.
"Nothing … it's just that I'm going to miss being able to relax and not worry about anything. This honeymoon … it was incredibly amazing. Now I have to go back and work … and … I don't know if things will be the same," she said.
Draco smiled, "Things will never be the same, honey, because you're married to me. You won't have to worry about food, where to live, how to have a good time – he winked – because you're going to have me. And I am going to make sure that you will have the best marriage ever. And I'm not being biased. You love your job at Flourish and Blotts. And you're going to have your hands full, taking care of all of our children. Just you wait, Mione. Life will never be the same. It will always be exciting and full of adventure."
He hugged her, and Hermione responded by giving her husband a big hug.
"Thanks."
"Flight 401 to London," said the voice over the speaker.
"Ready?" he asked her.
Hermione nodded, "I'm ready."
And with that, the two headed back into their normal lives.
"Mummy, pleeeassee, may I buy this?" asked a child's voice.
Hermione looked down at her son, who was staring up at her with puppy dog eyes. With his hands clasped together, he was pouting and pretending to sniffle.
Hermione rolled her eyes, "Oh all right! Of all things, why did you have to mimic your daddy's pouting and his irresistible eyes when he wants something?" she asked.
Christopher Malfoy looked up at his mum and grinned in delight.
"Oh, thank you mummy!" he said, wrapping all four limbs of his three year old self around his mum's legs.
Hermione laughed, "Okay, Chris. Why don't you go pay the lady at the cashier?" she asked, giving him two knuts.
Chris nodded, and grinned.
"Oh wait!" Hermione cried, "Here, I want to buy this for Emma," she said, holding up a rattle that changed colors and played different music.
She gave Chris one more galleon, and he raced up to the cashier to pay for his gift for himself and his baby sister.
As Chris was paying the cashier, Hermione was rocking her baby girl in her arms, and cooing at her.
"Guess what, Emma? We're going to see your dada today! We're going to visit him at work and surprise him, aren't we? And he will be so happy!" she said, making faces at Emma, and causing the baby to squeal with laughter.
Chris came back with his purchases, and gave the rattle to his sister, before taking out his toy sword that changed colors and glowed in the dark.
Hermione put Emma back into the stroller, and gave her the rattle.
Emma immediately snatched it from her mum and began to giggle when the rattle began to make noises.
"Come on, Chris! We want to meet daddy in time for lunch," she said.
The three walked towards a building that said "Auror Headquarters", and once reaching it, stepped inside.
Hermione walked towards a room that read "Draco Malfoy, Head Auror" and knocked on the door.
"Yes?" asked a voice she knew so well and loved.
She glanced down at Chris and nodded at him.
He threw open the door and cried, "Daddy!" shocking Draco.
He jumped out of his seat and kneeled down, allowing his son to hug him.
"My, what a surprise! My whole family coming to visit me and take me out for lunch," he said, looking up at Hermione.
Hermione laughed, taking Chris from his arms, and setting him on the floor.
"I see you also went shopping? Spoiling the kids?" he asked her, grinning playfully.
Hermione rolled her eyes, "You know what he does!" she said, scolding Draco.
Draco shook his head, but asked, "And where's my favorite daughter?"
He peeked into the stroller and looked into his daughter's gray eyes, so similar to his own.
She giggled and a few bubbles emitted from her mouth.
"Why, here she is!" he said, taking her out of the stroller and carrying her in his arms.
Hermione smiled, and sat down on one of the couches.
She pulled her son up onto her lap. She ruffled his blonde hair, and said, "Wasn't it a good idea to visit daddy?"
Chris nodded his head, as he happily played with his sword.
Hermione laughed and wrapped an arm around her son, as she stared lovingly up at her husband and her daughter.
Though she wasn't a perfect mother, she was learning how to be a great one. And what's best was that her children loved and looked up to her, and she now had a place in a family, married to a wonderful husband who loved her as much as she loved him.
"Why don't we all go home?" suggested Draco, still playing 'airplane' with his daughter, and whizzing her through the air.
Hermione nodded, "Yes, why don't we?"
Draco laughed and said, "All right. Why don't we all use Floo Powder to get home?"
"Yay!" said Chris, jumping up and down, while Emma gurgled happily.
"So, ready for some fun?" asked Draco suggestively.
Hermione rolled her eyes. She had put Emma and Chris both to bed, and was now stretched out across the bed, her eyes closed.
"Tired already?" Draco asked.
Hermione groaned, "I'm so sore from carrying Emma all day!"
Draco grinned, "Maybe I can help relieve some of that pain."
Hermione turned her head so that she was staring at her husband, who was pulling off his shirt.
"My, so delicious," she exclaimed, grinning.
Draco pounced onto the bed and grinned wickedly before leaning down to kiss his wife.
"Ready for a night of pleasure?" he asked his wife.
She laughed.
"What do you have in mind?" Draco added.
Hermione smiled knowingly, "Why don't you tell me? After all, I do work for you."
Author's Note: I am so sorry I have not updated for two years! I know, but here is the final chapter, which is twenty-four pages, and which took up about four months to finish writing.
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