Cursing quietly, Draco shuffled in his bed. The very loud and persistent Muggle alarm-clock that belonged to Hermione was ringing loudly. "For Pete's sake!" He yelled loudly, feeling the coming of a migraine. "Turn the sodding thing off! Hermione!"

Grumbling incoherently about the absurdities of complex Muggle inventions, he opened one eye to the harsh light emitted by the large chandelier. "Hermione!" It was only then that he heard an amused sigh from beside him. Grinning lightly she whispered, "You can learn for yourself."

"ARGH!" His frustration was now clear for all, in this case only Hermione, to see. Grabbing Hermione's pillow from underneath her, he covered his ears in a dire attempt to drown out the sound. It didn't work. He pulled the doona as high over his head as he could. It still didn't work. Crying in frustration, he looked for a way to shut the darned thing up.

An idea suddenly popped into his head. Grabbing the thing, he glared at it. "Oh look who's begging now. Within in seconds, you'll be incapable of making one more noise!" With an almost manic laugh, he flung the clock with all his might.

The clock came to a harsh halt at the wall, falling to the floor. But instead of it being silent as Draco had hoped, a dull croaking sound was incessantly ringing. "ARGH!" He yelled again, throwing his weight onto the bed, causing the petite girl to jerk around.

"Repario." A soft, amused voice muttered the charm, causing the loud and maddening ringing to continue. Draco turned to glare at the woman who elevated the clock back to the bedside table. You know," Hermione continued, a sparkle in her eyes. "All you needed to do is place one charm. Silencio." The ringing came to a complete halt, the sweet silence filling the room.

She slowly leaned over her husband, reaching out her hand. "If not that, you could always have done this." She turned over the clock and switched the button that read 'On/Off' to the 'Off' side. She turned back to Draco, a smirk playing on her delicate lips. "Whatever." He muttered. "I'm going back to sleep." He said, closing his eyes once more.

"Oh no you don't!" She scolded, slapping his back lightly. "We've got dinner in half and hour and we will not be late. We don't want the bloody Slytherins to think we're scared of them."

Draco groaned. "But…" Hermione glared heavily. "Of course. But of course…we'll be getting ready right now." He exclaimed mockingly, in an over-enthusiastic tone, climbing slowly out of bed only to tumble to the floor.

"OMPH!" Hermione felt herself get pulled until she too was on the floor, on the man she was wed to. Grinning down at him, she leant in close. "Your fault, buster." She whispered before pulled herself off him. "Come on."

Pulling hard on the chain, she staggered her way to their wardrobe, Draco dragging behind on the ground. Throwing the doors open, she narrowly missed his head. "Draco. What should I wear?" She questioned, pulling out two outfits. One was an ankle-length, loose, chocolate brown skirt with a pale green singlet. The other had a white singlet with a khaki green pair of silky shorts.

Grinning slyly, he chose the shorts and singlet. Rolling her eyes at his predicability, she quickly changed. "You know what? I think I'm going to decide what you're going to wear."

Draco looked up before sighing softly. "Yeah, yeah. Sure thing." He muttered, curling up on the floor. With a sigh of frustration, she dug around restrictedly before pulling out what she preferred. Draco opened one eyes to view the choice and grinned. It was a very low lying, baggy pair of combat cargos, which when worn fell quite low over his bottom and a black, well-fitted polo which read 'Industrie' on the underside of the collar, demanding it not be folded but pulled up in order to read the logo, as well as the small logo over the left of his chest. "Nice choice, Mya."

Hermione grinned at his approval. "Oh I've always loved he style. The shirt gives people a reason to show off and the pants…well…they always look better low." She muttered, a small blush arising to her cheeks. "I'm glad we went shopping in France. The clothes are amazing."

Draco grinned slyly at her before quickly changing. Draco combed his hair, making sure it retained its silky, refined look. Hermione cast a quick charm on hers, causing her hair to fall straight and become a black colour with auburn streaks. Draco turned and gasped. "WHOA!" He exclaimed, gaping at her. "WOW!" He stated again. Hermione smiled before pecking him lightly on the lips. Come on and stop gaping." Draco quickly shut his mouth and followed her like a puppy.

"What did you do to your hair? I mean…I love it but what happened? It was normal a second ago and now…it's different!" He continued in an awe-struck voice that matched his expression. Rolling her eyes subtly, she scolded him. "Shut up now and get used to it. We can't have anybody think that you are attracted to me."

He stopped and pulled her to face him. "Oh but I am." He whispered before kissing her softly. Allowing herself to be swept away for a few moments, she pulled back.

"Not here, Draco. People may see. Come on." With a soft growl of irritation, he turned and quickly followed her. Throwing the Great Hall doors open, they noticed that they were among the last to arrive, perhaps the last.

The humble of chatter ceased as they saw the pair enter, all having heard about the experiment in the potions class. Mouths dropped open everywhere, the boys gaping at Hermione's long legs and stomach which were being revealed and the girls at Draco's muscle-revealing attire.

Sighing irritably, Hermione grabbed the chain and pulled them both towards the Slytherin table. The soft chatter that had begun again ceased once more and small whispers of 'what is she planning to do? Kill herself?' were heard around the room. They glanced up at the Staff Table to see Dumbledore smiling approvingly at them.

Harry pulled out of the pensieve and sat shell-shocked. He turned around abruptly at the soft voice that pulled him out of his reverie. "Well?" Ginny was seated beside him, fiddling with the hem of her apron nervously.

"You knew?" He whispered incredulously. "You knew and you never told us? Not when we were mourning, worried, abandoning our lives to find her! What the hell were you thinking!"

Ginny stopped fidgeting, her eyes dampening. "I'm so sorry, Harry." She whispered. "I didn't know what to do when you all were so worried. And I went and asked Dumbledore and he told me that I should respect Hermione's wishes and keep it a secret." A single tear rolled down her cheek as Harry's eyes dulled with disappointment. "I didn't know where they were either! All I knew was that they wanted to leave! But I didn't know if one had been killed or anything like that! I just knew that they were planning to. B-Besides I had already b-become their S-secret Keeper! I c-couldn't have t-told you if I t-tried!" She had dissolved into a fit of tears.

Harry sighed softly, wrapping his arms around her firmly. "Hush Gin. It's alright, it's alright. I can't blame you." He whispered with a short laugh. "I wouldn't have done any different. Don't blame yourself."

Her wails merely increased. "B-but when you were in there, R-Ron c-came and he…he started y-yelling and told me th-that I w-was a disgrace to your name!" She said, the end of her sentence almost inaudible in her sobs.

Harry frowned. "It's alright. He's an idiot and you know that. He just doesn't know how to deal with his emotions. He just automatically lashes out at people. It's alright." He waited calmly as her tears slowly subsided. "Where is he now?"

"He said he was going to Apparate to their town and knock on every door until he finds them." She whispered, sniffling. "I tried to stop him but he just exploded and left."

Harry sighed. There was no way in telling where he was and there was no point in going after him. Hermione and Malfoy would have to meet Ron one day soon and there was no time like now.

Hermione yawned softly, turning in her bed. "Morning, beautiful." Hermione smiled softly and pecked her husband on the lips before closing her eyes again. "Come on, Mya. You need to get up. Jay and Ali want to go flying."

Hermione shot up out of bed. "FLYING! THEY WANT TO FLY! DRACO! Are you insane! They're too young."

Draco smiled softly, calmly climbing out of bed. "No they're not. I was younger. And besides, I'll cushion the floor. They won't get hurt."

Hermione glared at him playfully. "Fine but I'm coming. If you can't turn off an alarm-clock, you aren't going to be responsible for our children while flying."

Ron ran a hand through his hair and growled. In his fury with Ginny, he had forgotten just how many houses he would be door-knocking at. He looked up at the house in front of him and with a sigh knocked on the door. "I'll get it!" A young girl's voice called.

"NO! I'll get it!" A boy's voice retorted angrily. He could hear the thumping of feet coming down a staircase. There was no way this was Hermione's house. If she had children, which apparently she did, they wouldn't be so noisy.

The door flung open as Ron was about to turn to leave. "HELLO STRANGER!" Two voices chorused. He looked down in shock at the two children, a young girl and boy.

"Jay! Ali! You are not supposed to open the door to strangers!" A man's voice called out. "It is a horrible habit!"

A woman's voice replied to it. "Oh I'm sure that they're fine, dear." Ron could hear the soft patter of feet coming down the staircase.

"Hello, I'm so sor-" The voice came to an abrupt halt as the lady appeared in the doorway. Ron stared in shock at the woman in front of him. "Ron?"

He grinned as she rushed forward and threw her arms around his neck. Wrapping his arms around her he smiled softly, tears coming to his eyes. Years had past in a desperate attempt to find his best friend and now here she was, in his arms.

"Mya, who is it?" A strangely familiar voice called from the above storey. "Mya? Mya!" He heard footsteps coming down the stairs and quickly pulled away from her, remembering not to infuriate her husband.

Mya, who i- Weasley!" Ron spun and stared at the man who looked at him, incredulously. "Erm, hello." He said, sticking out his hand. Ron stared at the hand and then looked up with a glare at the man.

Rushing forward, he was about to throw a punch in his face when Hermione stepped in front of him. "No Ronald." She spat, harshly. "Draco is my husband and we love each other. I will not tolerate any violence especially in front of my children."

Ron gasped. "Your husband!" He yelled incredulously. Hermione sighed with frustration.

"I'm taking it that Harry didn't tell you?" Ron shook his head violently. "Great. Look Ronald. We're happy here. Just go back and ask Harry to replicate the pensieve alright? Until you know what happened, don't come here again because I will not tolerate you insulting my husband."

Ron glared heavily, turned on his heel and left in a billow of robes.

Harry yelped with surprise as Ron Apparated suddenly into their living room and silenced him from the oncoming rant, indicating to the peacefully sleeping woman in his arms. "You knew? Ginny knew! And nobody told me that Hermione was married to Malfoy!"

Harry sighed. "I was in the damn pensieve so no, I didn't and Ginny didn't because firstly she knew that you'd react like this, secondly she couldn't because she is magically vowed to keep it a secret and thirdly it was better for you to find out from them than from me or her. Calm down."

"Calm down? Calm down!" Ron yelled, his eyes wide with disbelief. "Are you insane! How can I be calm when I find out that my best friend, who may I add has been missing for years, is married to the man who we have hated our whole lives! What is there to be calm about!"

Harry growled. "Shut it Ron. It was how I found out as well, alright! Hermione's made her decision and we're just going to have to deal with it, alright? She loves him and he truly loves her back. I'm guessing that you exploded when you found out but unlike you, I didn't and I listened to them. Malfoy's changed and so our opinions of him will too."

Ron shouted with indignation and with another small pop, he was gone.