Emiline Delinquart stood patiently waiting for her friends to arrive at La Chateau De Mirage. It was an English-French run hotel, one of the best in the Wizarding country. It was located in the plains of the French Alps with meadows surrounding it at this time of year. It was a place that she visited annually with her closest friends, Jacqueline Pound and Patrice Hermonville. Their overwhelming wealth was their one access to the most expensive rooms of the palace.

As she waited in one of the plush lounge chairs, two soft pops announced the arrival of two people. She spun around to see if they were her friends yet was delightfully surprised. There in the middle of the room was the most handsome young man she had ever seen.

His chin was elegantly pointed, his features holding a roguish air. His eyes were of a crystal, stormy blue colour and his platinum blonde hair was ruffled slightly, hanging in front of his mesmerising eyes. He had a strong build, one of a talented Quidditch player. His shoulders were broad yet his waist slim. There was a proud and rebellious air about him, something that attracted Emiline to him greatly. There was a brilliant smile playing across his lips.

My new target, she thought to herself. As she stood to make her way to the young man, he spun around to a woman beside her. He smiled warmly down on the brunette woman before sealing their entrance with a soft yet deep kiss.

Emiline glared at the woman as she took in her appearance. She had curly chocolate hair that reached mid-waist yet the curls were subtle. Her eyes were also of a chocolate colour, something that could draw in a man any day. She had a timid, kind and caring air to her. She had a petite frame, one that fit into the arms of the man perfectly and she was curved in just the right areas. The man seemed to be taking special interest in her full lips. This woman was very attractive, Emiline noticed as she saw many men staring at the man with jealousy.

She flipped her deep purple hair in frustration, her dark sapphire eyes flashing dangerously, as the couple continued to kiss in front of the whole everyone. Much to her relief, they pulled apart but only so he could whisper something in the woman's ear; something that must have been amusing as it caused the girl to laugh merrily and then kiss the young man lightly.

It was together that the couple made their way to the reception desk, passing Emiline on the way. "Oh shut up, you good for nothing git!" The female scolded, slapping her partner's hand lightly.

He let out a hearty laugh. "At least I'm not a nerd!" He retorted teasingly. The young woman hit him upside the head before leading him by the hand to the receptionist, both chuckling contently.

That's it, Emiline thought jealously. That boy is mine.

Draco and Hermione reached the receptionist still laughing quietly. "Good evening. How may I help you?" The young man asked kindly in a rich French accent.

Draco ceased his laughter quickly enough to reply. "Good evening to you too. Honeymoon suite for Mr and Mrs Draco Malfoy, thanks." The man raised an eyebrow in surprised. "The newly-weds? No!"

Hermione grinned sheepishly. "Oui, monsieur. That's us." The man stared at them for a short while before accepting it and leading them to their room, explaining the workings of the hotel; for example, the fact that they could Apparate around the castle yet not into any of the private rooms or suites.

Hermione sighed heavily as soon as the man had left them. "Ah! Thank heavens! I'm dead!" Draco grinned at her as she flopped onto the bedspread and jumped on beside her.

"Yes, I agree. How about a good night's rest and then tomorrow we'll explore this beautiful country, which we call France?" Hermione smiled before slipping off the bed to change.

When she returned Draco was waiting in the large bed. He cocked his head when he saw her apparel. She was in a low-cut nightgown that reached mid-thigh. It was made of black silk, the top of lace. There were two thin straps holding it up. Hermione shrugged. "They're my real nightclothes. The others were because you were sleeping with me." She stated before climbing into the bed.

Draco grinned, wrapping his arms around her delicate form. "Well, I don't think I mind at all. No, not one bit." Hermione laughed happily as he held her against himself. "Good night gorgeous." He whispered softly pecking her on her lips. "Good night, Draco." She replied.

And it was with those words that they slowly drifted to sleep, thinking of nothing but the other.

It was nearly nine o'clock when Hermione awoke to small circles being drawn around her collarbone and soft breath against her neck. When she opened her eyes, she saw Draco lying with his head beside her and nuzzled into her neck, drawing small patterns on her skin. They quickly showered and changed before Apparating to the third level on which the restaurants were.

Not to their knowledge, Emiline was seated in the corner with her friends keeping a sharp eye out for the strikingly good-looking male. When she did see him, her eyes darkened with annoyance. How was it possible that someone as faint-hearted as that woman could get a man like that? She watched as they took their seats only two tables down.

Draco grinned as he pulled out the chair for his wife. "Ma chère." He stated with a proud smile as Hermione giggled childishly and took the seat he offered. Draco quickly seated himself at the remaining chair but shuffled over so that he was seated right beside her. "Let me order, love."

As he thought carefully of what he wanted and waited for the food to appear, Hermione thought over his last sentence. He had called her love, had he not? But what was it that he meant by that? It was probably just an accident…but what if he really meant it and wanted to say it subtly…it's only be two weeks though…so what? He could still care about you that much…

Hermione snapped out of reverie when Draco let out a small yell of glee when their food appeared. Hermione grinned at his selection. There was a bowl of freshly cut apples and another of strawberries. There was a medium sized bowl of melted chocolate in the middle as well as assortments of other fruits and two bowls of Wild Berry yoghurt. In the centre of the table was a large glass of Berry Smoothie, with two straws sticking out.

She blushed deeply as he took a strawberry, dipped it in the chocolate and fed it to her. Hermione smiled softly as she did the same to him. Draco grinned before kissing her lightly, reveling in the taste of strawberry and chocolate. It was in this 'honeymooners' mood that they completed the whole of their breakfast, much to the disgust of Emiline.

Draco lifted Hermione into his arms bridal-style before carrying her the few flights up to their suite.

After setting her down, he lay down on the plush couch in their room. Hermione strolled over to him before lying on top of him, her head rested on his rising chest.

"Mya, why don't we go for a swim? There's an indoor pool on the second floor."

Hermione nodded and they speedily changed into their swimmers. Draco smirked as Hermione stepped out of the bathroom in her army-print bikini, which exposed her flat stomach and athletic legs. "I rather like that." He whispered into her ear suggestively.

Hermione laughed before replying. "And I like that." She whispered back, indicating to his deep blue board-shorts that revealed his well toned stomach and robust build, before pushing away and wrapping a bathrobe around her.

Draco caught the one that she threw at him and wrapped it around him before they Apparated down to the indoor swimming pool. They put their robes in a corner before standing at the edge of the pool. Draco dove in almost immediately. "Come on, Mya. Get it!" Hermione shook her head fervently before lying down on one of the Ly-Lo's that were beside the large windows, closing her eyes and enjoying the heat.

Draco smirked as he climbed gracefully out of the pool. Hermione's eyes shot open as she felt two dripping arms picked her up from her seat. "DRACO! PUT ME DOWN!" She screeched.

Draco grinned at her expression. "Beg your pardon, Madame? I'm afraid I didn't hear that." He answered smartly as he neared the edge of the pool.

"I SAID PUT ME DOWN NOW!" Hermione yelled, attracting the attention of the few around her. Draco grinned slyly. "Whatever you say, my beautiful." He whispered before releasing her from his arms. Hermione screamed before wrapping her arms around his waist tightly.

Draco's laughter died down as he felt himself being pulled into the water below him. "AHHHH!" Their screams merged together to a deafening sound.

Draco resurfaced gasping for air. "Hermione? Hermione!" He yelled spinning around to find her. He felt something brush up against his arm. He spun to see her floating on the surface of the water, limply. "Mya!" He yelled as she rolled over, her face in the water now.

He frowned. The woman's trying to scare me. That's it. She'll have to come up for air.

He waited a few moments before noticing that she wasn't moving at all, no air escaping in the form of bubbles. "Hermione?" He whispered before turning her over softly.

Her body lifelessly accepted his request as she remained unmoving. Draco gasped with shock before leaning in to resuscitate her. As he placed his mouth on her lips to feed her air, he felt her lips press against him and her arms wrap around his neck.

Draco pulled back shocked to see her smiling face. She shrugged before muttering, "Revenge." Draco grinned at her cunning trick before swooping down on her and trapping her lips in another kiss.

They continued to swim for a small while, playing around in the water and splashing each other. "Race you to the spa!" Hermione yelled. They swam quickly to the pool steps and raced out. Draco caught up to the young woman and wrapped his arms around her. He picked her up and moved her to a side. He moved to put her down but her arms were firmly wrapped around him.

"Pick me up and you take me the whole way, mate." Draco rolled his eyes, sighing heavily before complying with her. Many others had come and gone yet Draco and Hermione remained in the room, going from the spa to the sauna to the pool and back.

They were relaxing in the spa, Hermione on Draco's lap when they noticed a girl glaring at the couple. Her purple hair was shining in the sun yet her eyes were darkened with jealousy. Hermione sighed heavily. "Do you really need to attract so much attention, Draco? I get insecure."

Draco looked at her confused, removing her cheek from her skin. "Insecure? Why would you ever get insecure?" Hermione blushed deeply before muttering something incoherent. "Mya, what was that?"

Hermione looked up shyly. "Because they are all so much prettier and perfect than me." Draco was stunned. In his eyes Hermione was the most stunning girl he had met. She was strikingly beautiful, funny, friendly, nice, had a great personality and was superiorly smart.

"Hermione Allison Malfoy, you are far from imperfect in my eyes. Besides, I know what girls like that one are like. I hate them. They think they own the world and can get any guy they want. I know just what to do with that cursed woman."

It was now Hermione's turn to be confused. "To do with her? What?"

Draco grinned slyly. "I'm a Slytherin am I not? I propose that we are friendly to her, make her think that we trust her and like her. Let her flirt or whatever she wants to do and then when she goes a bit too far or when we tire of her flirtatious actions, we reveal to her that we are married. Simple yet it ends their superior stature."

Hermione looked uneasy about the thing. "As long as you, being my husband, don't flirt with her I'm fine with it." Draco smiled softly at her, tucking a damp tendril of hair behind her ear. "I wouldn't dream of it now that I have you." Hermione smiled softly before nodding.

It was only moments later that they saw the girl approaching the spa they were in. "We've got to be all…lovey-dovey…to make her jealous." Hermione grinned but gasped as his lips touched the spot where her jaw and neck met. She felt Draco smirk before attacking that spot.

Hermione leant back against him, closing her eyes. It was only when the water rippled, indicating the girl's entrance did she open them. She chose to ignore the girl before turning to Draco, kissing him softly.

She giggled as he whispered softly into her ear, making shivers run up and down her spine. Oh…I think I'm in love…WHAT! IN LOVE! Maybe I am…but I can't be…but I need him so much…that's not true…yes it is! I wouldn't have been jealous of that stupid woman if I wasn't! Hermione sighed, cutting off her argument with her mind.

The girl opposite them coughed forcefully. Draco stopped wooing his wife and turned to the girl with a slightly annoyed smile. To tell the truth, he didn't want to stop whispering sweet nothings to Hermione. As much as he didn't want to admit it, they weren't just things he said. He really did mean them. He was falling in love with the woman he had befriended only two weeks ago. Life really did work miracles.

"Hi. I'm Emiline Delinquart." The girl stated brightly extending her hand.

Draco stared at the hand before returning his look to the girl. "I'm Draco and this is Hermione." He introduced, purposely excluding their last names.

The girl sighed excessively. "Oh wow! That's such a tantalising name; Draco. It's so…dark yet sexy." Draco forced a smile onto his face, hiding his disgust.

"Why thank you. I personally love the name Hermione. It's so exotic don't you think? I mean, it suits her well. You do know that according to Greek myths, Hermione was the daughter of Helen, the most beautiful woman in the world. Hermione is said to have inherited her mother's stunning beauty. I think that my Hermione certainly must have."

Emiline smiled forcedly, covering the scowl that had taken over her face. "Quite lovely. So how old are you? I'm seventeen."

Draco rolled his eyes. "Same and Hermione is sixteen."

Her face took one of shock. "Really! But don't you think that you'd be better off with someone your age? Not someone a whole year younger than you!"

Draco quirked an eyebrow. "No. I prefer someone a year younger anyway." He turned his attention to Hermione who had shuffled uncomfortably in his arms. "Isn't that right, sweetheart?s"

Hermione nodded taking on a sweet smile. "It's perfect seeing as I prefer someone a year older." Draco grinned at the tone of her voice; sweet yet seductive. He place light kissed along her jaw before sealing his lips on hers. When they pulled away they saw that the girl had left, much to their delight.

Hermione grinned. "Now that that's done, you dimwit, come on. We're going to look like prunes if we don't leave already." Draco chuckled and together they made their way up the stairs to their room.

End Note:

hey ppl,

thank you sooo much to all my reviewers...im sorry that i havent been thanking youse all and stuff but adding a chappie is just a spur-of-the-moment thing. i hope that u dont expect me to update as often as i have been. its just that i have a few chappies written out but im coming the the end of my pre-prepared chappies...sorry

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