"Ready to go?" Ginny asked, coming down from her room after putting her books away.

Hermione looked up from her book and nodded. "Yeah," she said, marking her place and setting the book on the coffee table. Though she stayed in a different room with her husband, graciously provided for by Dumbledore, Hermione liked to spend time with her friends in the Gryffindor Common Room before bed and before a few meals.

Ginny smiled and they walked out of the portrait. "So," she said. "I really didn't understand a word Professor Binn was saying about-" Ginny went on about the class she didn't understand, Hermione only half listening. She noticed a few stares their way, but ignored it. After a month of being married to Draco, she'd gotten use to the stares, though they grew few each day. People were getting use to the idea of her being married, but they still liked to stare. Thank god Harry and Ginny didn't give it a second thought anymore. Ron, on the other hand, still hadn't recovered from having his bum served to him by Draco.

They entered the Great Hall, Ginny still complaining about homework, and made their way down the aisle between the Slytherin and Gryffindor tables. Ginny slid into a seat next to Harry the moment they were at their usual place. Hermione looked at the Slytherin table and smiled.

Draco was talking with Blaise and Crabbe about something, his back towards Hermione. She leaned forward and wrapped her arms around Draco's neck. She kissed his cheek, smiling at the other boys. Draco chuckled and reached for her. "Hey," he said, kissed her lips.

"Hey," she said. Hermione looked up and said, "Afternoon, Blaise. Crabbe. Where's Goyle and Pansy?"

"Finishing up a test for Flitwick," Crabbe said.

Blaise smiled and said, "You look radiant, Mrs. Malfoy."

Hermione chuckled as Draco sent his friend a death glare. "Don't make me sound old, Blaise," she said. "I've only been married a month. And I'm not going to fall for that charm of yours."

Draco wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her to his side, though she still stood. "Don't flirt with my wife, Zabini," he warned.

Hermione laughed and stroked Draco's soft hair. "Careful, Draco," she said. "Your jealousy is showing." He gave her a look that made her want to crawl back into bed with him, but she turned to the others. "So, what were you talking about?"

"Just going over Quidditch line ups for the coming games," Blaise said.

Hermione paused in stroking her husband's hair. "I forgot all about Quidditch," she mumbled. "Now that Draco and I are married, we can't face each other on the field."

"But Potter's playing the Seeker for the rest of the games, right?" Draco said.

"Yeah," Hermione said. "But what if he gets hurt and we're facing Slytherin? It's a conflict of interest and, no matter who wins, someone will say that we let the other win."

Draco smiled and rubbed her side. "Chill, dear. Relax," he said. "Let Potter lose for your team and come cheer for the Slytherins."

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Yeah, right," she said, smiling. "I'm not going to cheer for the rival house of my own house."

"Fine," Draco said, pulling her into his lap. "Then why not come and cheer your husband on as he trounces the other team this weekend?"

"There's no game until the spring. It's all practices for the next month," Hermione said, giggling as Draco offered her a grape to eat. She took it with her lips and chewed slowly.

"Now that's hot," he whispered, pressing his lips to hers.

Blaise groaned. "Stop it," he said. "Do you know how infuriating it is to have newlyweds necking it in front of others?"

"I think it's sweet," Pansy said, sitting down next to Blaise. "But, please, Hermione. Never make me see Draco like that ever again. I had nightmares for weeks."

Hermione slowly pulled away from Draco and smiled. "Sorry, Pans," she said. "We were just talking about Quidditch and how I should be cheering Draco on at games."

"Well, good thing you aren't going to be Seeker for the Gryffindor team for the rest of the year," Pansy said, putting food onto her plate.

"Why?" Hermione said, snatching another piece of fruit from Draco's plate. "Because you know that Slytherin would lose?"

Pansy snorted. "As if," she said. "No. It would just really suck for your marriage, is all. As Seekers, you both have to strive to win. Then the other person hates it because they lost; then you two start fighting and then no sex, which makes you even more angry. Next thing that happens, you pull us in and we get headaches."

Hermione and Draco looked at her, exchanged looks, then looked back at her. "You really thought this out, huh?" Draco said. Pansy shrugged before sipping her juice.

Hermione looked over at the Gryffindor table and saw Ginny waving her over. "Ginny's calling me over," Hermione said. "I'll see you soon?"

Draco nodded. Hermione kissed him and slid off his lap, walking over to sit next to Ginny.

"That looked cozy," the red head teased.

Hermione winked. "You should see him when he's in bed, Gin," she said. "I swear, he's so-"

"Good?" Ginny said, smirking.

"Loud," Hermione said.

Harry sputtered and coughed as his drink went up his nose. "I really didn't need to hear that, Hermione," he said, moping up the spill around his plate.

"Yeah," a new voice said. Hermione looked up and saw Ron plop down opposite her. He still looked upset, but at least he was sitting across from her. "I don't need that image in my head," he said. Slowly, he looked up and met her gaze. Hermione could see the uncertainty in his eyes, but she could also see the hope that she would forgive him.

Hermione smiled and said, "I wasn't talking about...that, Ron. I meant that he snores. Loudly. I have to keep pushing him over so he won't blow out my eardrums."

Ron smiled slightly, probably enjoying the image she'd put forth. There was a pause, where they were quiet. The silence was slightly less tense than it had been. Finally, after a few minutes, Ron took a breath. "I'm sorry," he said. "I'm sorry I tried to punch Malfoy and that I yelled at you to get a divorce. I was...hot headed and stupid." He looked up and asked, "Could you forgive me?"

Hermione smiled and reached across the table. She took his hand and ran a thumb over his fingers. "I forgive you," she said. "And thank you for apologizing."

Ron nodded and looked at his plate. "Yeah, well," he said. "I just thought that, I don't want to not be your friend and...even though I'm not thrilled that you chose to marry the ferr- Malfoy," he amended quickly after seeing her look, "I don't want to lose your friendship. But I'm not going to be buddy-buddy with Malfoy," he added quickly.

"Just don't kill him and I'll consider that enough," Hermione said. "And, I've made him promise to stop calling you 'Weasel'. Most of the time."

Ron's lips twitched into a slight smile. "Well, at least it's something," he said, trying to look on the bright side. Hermione smiled and nodded. "Could you at least do one thing, please?" he asked.

"Yeah," Hermione said. "Anything."

Ron's ears turned red a bit as he leaned across the table. He lowered his voice and said, "Could you not kiss Malfoy in the middle of the Great Hall? An offense, but...it's kinda awkward for the single people."

Hermione blushed and laughed. "Sorry," she said. "I'll try to contain Malfoy."

Ginny laughed. "Oh," she said, as if in a forethought. "Have you talked to his parents since that one meeting?"

Hermione, who had been reaching for the potatoes, froze in place. She'd forgotten all about his parents. First Quidditch, now, his parents. Yeah, she'd been worried about them before the wedding, but she hadn't thought of them since. Or her own parents, for that matter. Even though she'd threatened Draco with making her mother pick out a bunch of pink clothes, she hadn't sent a letter. Her parents still thought she was single and had no boy in her life. And Draco's parents had caught Draco and her all over each other in the hallway. What they must think of her!

She dropped her head into her hands and groaned.

"I'm guessing you didn't think of that," Harry said. Ginny rubbed her back in comfort.

Hermione shook her head. "I haven't even told my own parents," she said. "I'm not how they're going to take it. What am I going to say? 'Hi, Mum. Dad. I've got great news. You know that guy I complained about all the time, the one that plays for the other team in Quidditch and I hated his guts? Well, I married him over Christmas Break after he tricked me and then broke my heart.'" Hermione dropped her head back down. "It's going to be a disaster," she said. "Like a train collision."

Her friends looked at each other over her head. Ron didn't know what to say, but Harry looked concerned and Ginny was sporting an amused smile. Hermione had never acted like this before, but Ginny was finding it hilarious. They did say married life changed a person."

AN: So, what do you think? When I started writing this story, and knew they were going to get together, the different teams was an issue. But I just now threw in the parents. I can't wait to write the next chapter, so, help me get my creative juices flowing and review. Thanks for reading, guys.