Light shone through the Room of Requirements and hit Hermione straight in the eyes. She raised a hand and rubbed her eyes. The soft fabric of the sheets and pillow rubbed against her body and she purred as her raw body hummed. She and Draco had been in the Room of Requirements every night for the past week, spending their honeymoon together, and rarely sleeping. Every morning, she woke up feeling refreshed, despite the lack of sleep, and very sated. But something was different. Draco usually slept behind her, his arm curled around her waist. But his arm was absent this morning.

Hermione opened her eyes and sat up, looking around. Draco's side was empty, but not yet cold. He'd left a couple minutes ago, it seemed. She looked over at the bedside table and reached for the parchment there.

Good morning, Mrs. Malfoy,

I have pulled myself away from your radiant body, much to my displeasure, but I have a good reason. I have gone to fetch you a wonderful breakfast in bed. Hopefully, I can get back before you wake up, but, as that may not be realistic, I've left you this note so you don't freak out. Though you're adorable when you freak out. I'll be back, so don't leave. I'm not letting you leave this bed until I've made love to you in every position, and then some.

Your loving, charming, witty, and humble husband,

Draco

Hermione laughed at the note. Draco loved to call her 'Mrs. Malfoy', as if he couldn't believe it himself sometimes. She set it on the bedside table and stretched. Her muscles ached, but in a pleasurable way. The urge to curl back up in bed was great, but today was the first day for students to come back from Christmas break. She wanted to spend some time with the Slytherins before the other Gryffindors got back and she had to stay at her table.

She pushed back the sheets of the bed and walked over to a cupboard. Knowing they were going to spend a lot of time in the room, they'd brought changes of clothes. Hermione changed into her favorite pair of underwear, just which so happened to be the same she had been wearing for Draco's strip tease; pulled on a nice light yellow skirt that fell to the floor and a dark blue sweater that hugged her curves, but didn't make her feel like she was trapped in it. She'd gotten sweaters like that and she hated them. Slipping on a pair of fuzzy boots, Hermione left the room and headed down to the Great Hall, pushing her hair behind her ear.

As she walked into the Great Hall, she saw a crowd between the Gryffindor and Slytherin tables. Not a teacher was to be seen at the main table. Hermione sighed and made her way over to the gathered students. First day back and someone had to be stupid enough to start a fight with her husband's house. She wondered who the moron was. She got her answer when the crowd parted to let her through.

"Ron!" Hermione said. "What in Merlin's name are you doing?"

Everyone stopped and looked at her. Ron had Draco's collar in his fists, and Draco had a smirk on his face. "Not now, Hermione," Ron said, turning his murderous gaze back at Draco. "I need to teach this ferret to stay away from you. Why don't you go read a book or something?"

Hermione stiffened at the dismissive tone in his voice. The crowd could feel her anger, but Ron was oblivious to it. "You shouldn't have said that, Weasel," Draco said, smirking a bit more.

"Oh, yeah, ferret?" Ron said, pausing slightly from pulling his fist back. "And why not?" He was really clueless as to how much he'd ticked Hermione off.

She pulled out her wand from her sleeve and placed it against Ron's wind pipe, putting pressure. "I will say this one, Ronald," she said in a deathly scary voice that made Ron freeze. "Release. My. Husband."

The whole crowd, which basically made up the students who hadn't been at the school during the Christmas break, was shocked. Harry, who'd been trying to pull Ron away, dropped his arms and stared, his eyes wide. Ginny had a small smile on, but even she was shocked.

Ron looked at her. "Husband?" he said. "When did you get married? And to him?" Ron's grip loosened on Draco and he took the opportunity to pull away, moving behind Hermione and wrapping his arms around her waist. Ron didn't react, his attention still on Hermione.

"Yes, husband. During Christmas break. Yes, to Draco," Hermione said calmly. She raised her hand that held her wedding ring so he could clearly see it. The Malfoy crest was pressed into the metal and glinted in the light that filled the room. "Andy other questions?"

Ron was still speechless. Harry cleared his throat and said, "Wow...Hermione. Um...congratulations...I guess."

Hermione lowered her wand and smiled at him. "Thank you, Harry," she said.

Ginny threw her arms around Hermione and said, "I can't believe you're married. I mean, it's great. You're married and have a husband! But I'm just surprised at who it is. Well, yes and no. But it's great-"

"How could you?" Ron said, cutting his sister off. Hermione looked at him. "You married the ferret! Why?"

"Because I love him," she said. She noticed everyone was watching them, including the teachers who had finally showed up. "Now is not the place to discuss this, Ron. When you've calmed down, then we'll talk. Right now, I'd like to have some breakfast."

Draco turned her around and led her over to the Slytherin table, ignoring the looks they received; a mixture of envy, confusion, loathing, and surprise. Pansy, who had been watching with a look as if she were ready to pounce to her friends' defense, smiled as Hermione came closer and took a seat. "Good morning," she said. "Glad to see you could drag yourself from bed this morning."

Hermione smiled, no longer embarrassed by Pansy's teasing, and said, "Well, I wouldn't have if someone had been there." She looked at Draco pointedly, who smiled.

"I wanted to give my wife a nice breakfast in bed," he said, raising his hands defensively. "I would have succeeded if the Weasel hadn't grabbed me."

Hermione shook her head. "You're going to have to play nice," she said. "Ron is my friend and I want you two to get along. I don't mean be the best of buds, but be nice. No more calling him weasel."

"Not even if he calls me ferret?" Draco asked.

"No," she said.

"Just a little?" Draco leaned close, 'pouting'.

Hermione shook her head. "No," she said, her eyes dropping down to his lips.

Draco moved closer, putting a hand on her waist. "Not even once in a while?" he asked, bringing his lips closer to hers. He pressed them against hers, darting his tongue out to lick her bottom lip. He slowly pulled back, nipping her lips in a way that made her mind go foggy.

She opened her eyes slowly. "Maybe on special occasions," she said. She leaned in for another kiss, but Blaise cleared his throat from across the table.

"Could you two save that for the bedroom?" he asked. "I'm trying to eat over here."

Hermione sighed. "I have to question your friends, though," she said.

"Why?" Draco said.

"Do they have nothing better to do than to patronize us?" she said, sending both Pansy and Blaise a teasing glare. The two only smiled.

Hermione rolled her eyes and looked around the Hall. Everyone had returned to their seats, but many of them continued to stare at her. It must be a shock to them. Gryffindor's know-it-all had married the Slytherin Playboy and was getting chummy with other Slytherins. Ron was still sulking, though. He was grumbling something and Harry was talking to him. Ginny, who sat opposite, met Hermione's eyes over her brother's back and rolled her eyes.

Suddenly, Hermione was lifted into the air and thrown over Draco's shoulder. She let out a squeak of surprise that drew people's attention to the couple. "Draco," she said, pushing her hair out of her face. "What are you doing?"

"What does it look like?" he said, a smile evident in his voice. "I'm taking my wife back to where she should be. To bed for some thorough loving."

Hermione blushed, but laughed anyway. She just knew that her husband was sending a pointed look at Ron at the Gryffindor table.

Pansy stood up and shouted, "Use those handcuffs, girl."

Hermione laughed louder and flashed her a thumbs up before Draco carried her out of the Great Hall and back to the Room of Requirements. They left more than one person speechless.

AN: I know you were expecting something a bit more climatic for Ron's reaction, but I wanted him in shock first. Anger is coming up soon, though. Thanks for reading.