A/N: THIS IS THE ONLY STORY I WILL BE UPDATING RIGHT NOW. I had a baby, so I'll try to update as often as I can, but don't expect an update every few days. I will not be updating New Beginnings, because I'm going to be finishing each story one at a time. And I started this one because I am in LOVE with this plot… And this Draco. Lol

Disclaimer: Yeah, I know, I don't own Harry Potter or any of the characters. Although I wish I owned a house elf to help me clean and make dinner…

ONWARDS WITH THE STORY…

Draco Malfoy/ Hermione Granger Summer 2006

Hermione Granger gingerly patted her perfectly coiffed hair. Her long chestnut locks swept up into an elegant chignon; her white chiffon wedding dress breezing lazily around her tanned ankles.

This was it.

She took one last look in her vanity mirror, grabbed her bouquet of purple daisies off her dresser and walked out her door.

Richard Granger and Harry Potter were waiting for her outside.

Harry spoke first.

"Are you sure you want to go through with this? It's not too late to change your mind, you know." Hermione smiled and put a hand to her heart. Harry smiled in return. "I didn't think so." Harry adjusted his tie and took Hermione's left arm; her father took her right. "Well, here we go."

Richard smiled at his daughter. "You look beautiful, darling." Hermione felt tears sting her eyes.

"Thank you dad."

"Draco is one lucky fellow." Harry couldn't agree more.

In the background , the music started. Violins swirling to a crescendo as she walked down the white aisle on the smooth sand outside her parent's beach home in Whales.

Draco Malfoy stood at the alter, next to Ronald Weasley and Blaise Zabini, looking for all the world like he had won some sort of muggle lottery.

Pansy Parkinson sat in one of the comfortable white folding chairs, fingering a purple petal from the aisle way, wondering when this day would come for her.

Ginny Weasley stood on the opposite side of her brother, at the alter looking dazzling in a lavender sundress that complimented her red curls nicely.

Blaise smirked at his wife, who was sitting daintily among the small amount of attendees. Daphne's short blonde hair blew in the gentle breeze She eyed Blaise and winked before shifting her attention towards the stunning bride.

Hermione caught site of her betrothed and her breathing stopped altogether. He smirked knowingly at her and Hermione rolled her eyes playfully. He looked dashing in his tailored suit and skinny tie. Hermione laughed quietly when she caught site of his grey converse sneakers.

'How very muggle of him', she thought.

The ceremony was short, and to the point. The Minister himself giving the short speech as Draco and Hermione stood with their hands entwined. Finally, it was time to cast the vows.

Kingsley spoke in a loud and commanding voice. "Do you, Draco Scorpious Malfoy, take Hermione Jean Granger to forever be your wife and witch so long as you shall live?" Draco smirked at Hermione and reached his free hand up to stroke his chin, lightly covered in a dark blonde stubble.

"Let me think about it." Hermione hit him playfully before he waved his wand over their hands. "I do."

Kingsley spoke again, and everyone remained silent, waiting. "And do you, Hermione Jean Granger, take Draco Scorpious Malfoy to forever be your husband and wizard, so long as you shall live." She waved her wand quietly. The golden light encircling their joined hands.

"I do." Ginny smiled giddily from beside her. She always loved weddings.

"Then by the power vested in me as Minister of Magic of England, I do declare you magically bound as husband and wife. Mr. Malfoy, you may now kiss your bride."

Draco took one look at Hermione, one long lingering look, and grinned happily. She looked unbelievable, and he was over ecstatic that they were now magically bound. Nothing short of death could separate them now. He was hers. Forever. He kissed her.

It was rough and tender. Hermione recognized the roughness as his nature, but he was willing to try to be tender for her, in that moment. Considering it was their wedding kiss, she didn't mind in the slightest. She could hardly contain her excitement. She was now bound forever to the only man she had ever, and she was sure, would ever love.

The reception was held in the large ballroom inside of Malfoy Manner. The snide, purelood supremist portraits had been taken down. The walls were entirely bare save for a scant amount of medieval looking wall sconces. The glow they cast was ethereal and dark, a stark contrast to the bright, light atmosphere of the actual wedding ceremony itself. Strategically positioned by the Head table, a few feet away from the bride and groom was a portrait of Narcissa Black Malfoy. As the reception commenced a many witches and wizards stopped by to catch up; exchange a word or two with the deceased witch.

"I surely never imagined Draco would Marry a muggleborn, but of course, if he must insist upon marrying one, She is a dream. Only the best for my Draco. Doesn't he just look so handsome!" Hermione rolled her eyes next to Draco as he chuckled haughtily under his breath. Hermione was just glad that they hadn't put up a portrait of Lucias. Surely he was screaming in outrage from his place in the attic. Hermione smiled at the thought.

"You do though," She said simply. Draco raised a blonde eyebrow in question. "look Handsome." Hermione's chair was turned to him, a glass of white elf wine in a fine, crystal stem in her hand. She looked at her Fiancé- No, Her husband- and smiled.

He had taken off his jacket and rolled up his sleeves. His slim, defined arms completely covered in both muggle and magical tattoos. He had gotten one tattoo in an attempt to cover his dark mark. Every time Hermione saw him after that, it seemed he had more than the time before. She chuckled. On His wrist, a Lion stretched and roared quietly. He was snapping his fingers against his thigh and Hermione just knew that he was itching to smoke a cigarette. She rolled her eyes and found herself reaching out to stroke the lions tail.

Draco noticed her reach over and he saw the snake she had tattooed around her wrist coil slightly and hiss. He was dying for a cigarette, but knew that Hermione, and his mother would kill him were he to leave. He also realized that their first dance was to commence soon.

As if on cue, the music started. Draco took his wife's hand and lead her to the dance floor. Her white dress trailing elegantly behind her. The pearl earrings she wore gleamed in the candlelight. Draco stared into her eyes, framed by thick black lashes. They sparkled, honey colored as he pulled her into him.

"You look stunning," he whispered. Not one for giving compliments, Hermione smiled and accepted his praise gladly, reaching up to touch his cheek. He leaned into her.

"You're stuck with me now, Granger." Hermione giggled quietly. "No turning back now."

"wouldn't have it any other way," she replied simply. "And it's Malfoy, now."

Draco Malfoy Winter 2010

Draco stood outside the cottage he used to own previously with his wife. The garden was well kempt, windows clean and free of grime or dirt. Not like at his apartment. Scratch that. Previous residence.

God, she was such a bitch. Draco wrung his pale, calloused hands together and knocked forcefully on the door. A moment later Hermione answered. She was wearing muggle jeans and a T-shirt.

'My T-shirt' He sneered. Draco gathered up his things and pushed past her.

"Hi honey, I'm home," he called out to her.

Hermione stood shell shocked by the front door, unconsciously twisting the door knob in her small hands. Finally, she slammed the door behind her and turned around, glaring furiously at the blonde intruder.

"What the hell do you think you're doing here?" Draco tossed his luggage into her room.

"What the fuck do you think I'm doing? This is my house." He tossed his thin grey sweater onto the couch and walked into her room, picking up a vial off the kitchen table as he went. Hermione followed, standing outside her doorway.

"Draco Malfoy get out here this instant!" Draco smirked and turned around, unstopping the vial. "Get out of my house," she seethed. Draco sucked back the potion.

"My House, Granger. MY FUCKING HOUSE!" He threw the glass to the floor and it shattered at his feet. Hermione stood her ground.

"Not anymore, it's not." Draco walked forward, the glass crunching under his nearly unrecognizable grey sneakers.

"No? We're still married, are we not? I did pay for this house, did I not?" He spoke carefully and concisely. Hermione swallowed thick, her hands flying up to the wedding band necklace she wore. He moved closer to her, so close his was nose mere inches from hers. He whispered "We fucked on that table, did we not? The table I built WITH MY BARE FUCKING HANDS!" Hermione cringed away from him. He kicked off his shoes and removed his shirt.

Those arms, Hermione remembered those arms. The lion on his wrist was crouched down, ready to pounce. Hermione felt her snake coiling around her wrist, ready to retaliate.

"My house, Granger. Mine. Kind of like you were once." He sat on the edge of her bed and stretched his arms above his head. She heard his shoulder pop. He looked so comfortable. He had to know he wasn't staying there. Hermione felt her anger resurface.

She lunged to the end of the bed, arm raised. When her hand was seconds away from his face, he grabbed her wrist.

"I might have let you get away with that shit in Third Year, but don't count on it ever happening again. Do you understand me?" he squeezed her wrist tighter. Hermione's eyes watered in pain.

"Let go of me." He dropped her wrist and wiped his hands on his jeans, lying back on the bed.

"Get out. I'm going to sleep." Hermione couldn't believe her ears.

"You're not staying here! Get out! Get out of my house this instant!" Draco was up faster than Hermione could blink.

"You stupid bitch! Didn't you hear a word I just said? I paid for this house! If I were to go to the ministry I could have you out on your ass so fast your pretty little head would spin." Hermione wrenched her arm out of his grasp.

"What are you even doing here anyways?" she hissed.

"I got evicted." Draco pulled the covers of the bed back and climbed inside. "Funny, that."

Hermione crossed her arms over her chest. "How is that funny?"

"I was living in a disgusting apartment while you lapped in luxury in MY HOUSE. So yes, Granger I am staying here. It's well within my right. Now, if you'd be so kind as to fuck off."

Hermione huffed and picked up the vase on her bedside table, It was heavy and beautiful, a wedding gift from Blaise and Daphne Zabini, bless her soul. Hermione took one second to admire the priceless gift, then swiftly threw it against the wall opposite her. The glass shattered into a million gold pieces. Draco shot out of her bed and grabbed her hair, yanking her head back forcefully. Tears stung Hermione's eyes as she looked at Draco. His eyes were red and bloodshot, heavy and half-lidded.

"Pick it up." His whisper was deadly. Hermione regretted throwing the vase. The second it hit the floor, Daphne's funeral flashed through her mind. She could still remember what she wore… She knelt down and began picking up the pieces of the metaphor for her life. Shattered.

Draco sat on the edge of the bed watching her.

"That's forever were you belong, Granger. On your hands and knees." Hermione had had it. She clenched her fist around a piece of glass, the blood trickling out between her fingers. She sprung off the floor, standing over Draco looking for all the world like the Dark Lord himself. Swiftly, she raised the glass to his throat. Draco didn't move an inch, just raised a bored blonde eyebrow. Hermione pressed the glass into his throat while Draco slipped his wand out of his pocket.

"Stop." he said simply. Hermione shook her head and pressed him back into the bed, straddling him. The glass heavy in her hand. Tears were falling freely now.

Draco wasn't exactly sure what to do. He felt a drop of blood fall from his neck and stilled instantly.

"I hate you," Hermione whispered. "you absolutely ruined my life Draco Malfoy."

"Get off, Granger." He tried to push her, but she pressed the glass further into this throat. Draco hissed in pain.

"No! Get out of my house!" Draco raised his wand hand while she was otherwise occupied cursing at him and he whispered the word that would forever rock the foundation of their shattered relationship.

"Imperio."

Ginny Weasley/ Harry Potter Winter 2010

Ginny walked home, shrugging her cloak tighter around her. The air was brisk, the snow on the ground soaking through her boots. She was seconds away from the burrow. Her mother was hosting her monthly Sunday dinner and Ginny couldn't be more excited to see everyone. But there was something else weighing heavily on her mind. She struggled with her inner turmoil.

Harry Potter walked next to his girlfriend wringing his hands. He was anxious. They had discussed announcing Ginny's pregnancy to the family at dinner that night. Needless to say that conversation did not go accordingly.

Ginny saw the Burrow come into view and clutched her cloak more firmly around her. She smiled at Harry out of the corner of her eye and took his hand. Before they reached the door, she turned to him.

"If everyone is here tonight, we may tell them." Harry smiled a sad smile and followed her into the house. The second they walked inside, they were blindsided by running children, the sounds of their laughter echoed after them as they ran across the front mudroom. Ginny laughed quietly.

"looks like everyone is here," she said. Harry could hear the reluctant smile in her voice. Once they entered the kitchen they were engulfed in hugs. Molly fingered the long braid hanging over her daughter's shoulder.

"You're getting so big! And look at that hair! Is Harry feeding you enough? How is Ron? Have you seen your brother? I feel as though I haven't talked to him in ages!" Ginny blushed a shade to rival her hair and laughed at her mother.

'Mum, one question at a time, please." Molly smiled warmly and wiped her hands on her apron.

"How is Hermione doing, dear. Arthur heard from the ministry that Draco was evicted from his home. Merlin only knows why they aren't living together. Pish posh if you ask me."

"Is Hermione not here?" Ginny asked suddenly.

"Dear, of course not. I'm sure she would've been the first to greet you and Harry upon your arrival. I daresay she must be ill." Ginny's eyebrows furrowed. She removed her braid and ran her fingers through the wavy hair. Harry would be disappointed.

Harry stood by the small fireplace talking to George about quidditch. He reached up to stroke his stubble. And pinch the bridge of his nose. His bright blue eyes clearly visible now, due to the contacts.

"And I was telling Ron that Murtrov was far better. I still can't believe they traded Forghs for Grindley. The Cannons are bound to suck this year." Harry nodded his head in agreement, searching the room for Ginny.

He found her, tangling her fingers in her hair and seeking him out as well, it seemed. She smiled and waved him over.

"Exscuse me for a moment George."

George nodded his head and watched his friend head towards his youngest sibling, all the while thinking that it Fred were still alive, he would have someone to talk to about How stupid Henry Mcforman, manager of the Chudley Cannons, was.

Harry walked up behind Ginny and wrapped his arms around her waist, she smiled and looked over her shoulder at him.

"Harry," she began.

"Ginny?" he questioned cryptically. Ginny grimaced.

"Hermione's not here. Neither is Ron" Harry nodded. He had noticed that as well. "Would you still like to announce the pregnancy?" she whispered.

"No," Harry replied. I'd like for my best friends to be here."

"I believe I know where Ron is. But where to do reckon Hermione is?"

Harry replied quietly. "I've not the slightest idea."

Draco Malfoy/Hermione Granger. Winter 2010

"Imperio."

Hermione stilled. The feeling was unlike anything she had ever felt before. It was as though a blanket of calm and tranquility had enveloped her. The feeling was stifling. Hermione felt her hand retreating from against Draco's neck, not of her own accord. She tried to suppress the panic she felt; tried to push the glass back against his neck; cut his throat, but Hermione couldn't move.

"Bitch." Draco wiped at his neck, smearing the blood across his collarbone, and sneered. "Lie down." Hermione felt her body fall towards the bed. She clutched at the sheets and tried to propel herself forward, but nothing was working. Her body screamed in protest. She heard Draco speak once more. "On your back." and Hermione flipped over. Her breathing was heavy, labored. She could feel her hands shaking, trying to grasp at nothing. Draco was standing over her, a look of concentration on his pale face.

"Take your shirt off." Hermione's chest felt tight as she slipped his T-shirt over her head. She had tears falling from her eyes as she looked up to him, pleading.

"Please, Draco don't. You can stay here. Just, please-"

"Shut up." He interrupted. Hermione could see how red and heavy his eyes were. He climbed on top of her as Hermione struggled beneath him. The words she wanted to say were stuck in her throat; she felt as though she were choking on them. She tried to reach her hand over towards her nightstand, where her wand was, but Draco grabbed her hand roughly. "Don't fucking move," he whispered. His voice sent chills down her spine. Her hand fell back to the bed. Her entire body was still.

Draco ran his hand down her side and snapped the button on her jeans. Hermione's cries grew louder. "SHUT UP! FOR FUCK'S SAKE, JUST SHUT UP!" Hermione whimpered before becoming silent all together. Draco slipped her jeans off with all the ease of someone well practiced. Hermione tried to squirm but it was useless. He fingered her black lace underwear and whispered "expecting someone else?" before standing up and removing his jeans. She could see him, large and straining against his boxers. She swallowed thickly and allowed her eyes to blur with tears as he slipped off his boxers. He tenderly wiped the tears off of her face and took her chin In his hand.

"Look," he commanded. Slowly, Hermione relented. He crawled back up her body and pushed her underwear to the side. "Such a whore," he whispered "already wet and waiting for me." At that, Hermione spit in his face.

Draco wasn't sure what he was doing. Things had quickly gotten out of hand, but he pushed down that feeling because he had a woman beneath him and it had been so long, too long, since he had fucked. And if he was being honest with himself, he missed the way Hermione felt. But the moment she spit at him all logic flew out the window. He wiped it off, roughly grabbed her face, and finally pushed into her.

Hermione's mouth opened in a silent scream. The room was quiet, eerily so. The repercussions of what had just happened finally settling in to both of their minds. Draco cursed silently and wiped more tears from Hermione's eyes. She was panting, from anger and from the strain of trying to fight the spell.

She was so tired. All she wanted to do was sleep. Draco pushed his fingers into his red eyes and cursed again. "Fuck. Fuck, Fuck!" She felt so good and he felt so horrible for what he had just done. There was no turning back. No fixing this. He would have to life the rest of his life knowing that his wife hated him with every fiber of her being. That he had raped the one person he vowed to always protect.

The effects of the potion were immediate upon consumption. Draco felt oddly emotional. Intense. The broken glass on the floor glittered back at him. Throwing it had felt unbelievably therapeutic. But this, being inside Hermione like this; nothing compared.

He tried not to move. He tried to apologize as he throbbed inside of her, his entire body screaming for more. It felt incredible. "Fuck. I'm sorry. Fuck, what do I do? What have I done?" Hermione cried, her face tight, her head pounding. She heard the fireplace roar to life in the living room.

Draco heard the boy-who-lived speak. "Hermione?" He could feel Hermione hyperventilating beneath him, the motion of her body making him groan quietly. He put his hand over her mouth and laid as still as possible above her. She couldn't speak, so the gesture was futile.

"Hermione, are you there?" Her breathing was even more labored in that moment. She wished that she could call out to him; or at the very least reach over and get her wand. Draco leaned over her and licked a trail from her collarbone to beneath her ear. "Shhh," he whispered. Hermione shivered.

"Hermione?" Harry's voice was quiet and a moment later they heard he fire die down. With a low growl Draco thrust over into her. Hermione cried louder.

She could feel pieces of herself breaking. It felt like bones, as she tried desperately to scream. Eventually a muffled moan came out. She shook her head free of Draco's hands.

Draco knew that his concentration was slipping. Whether it was being inside of her, or the after effects of the potion, the Imperious was waning. He had to rectify this situation. He pulled out of her, now painfully hard, and rolled over next to her. Hermione was laying still, grateful for the reprieve. "Fuck!" He cursed once again.

"What am I doing?" Draco mentally lifted all of the restraints against Hermione, and waited for her to kill him. It would be welcomed at this point. He could not have felt lower in that moment.

"I'm… fuck, I'm sorry." Hermione had leaned over towards the bedside table to grab her wand. She then adjusted her panties and walked, dejectedly to the bathroom, placing several wards to fend of her absolute disgrace of a husband.