Do you want kids? This was the question that raced through Hermione's mind as she watched her husband sleep, his chest rising peacefully with each breathe. His face was so relaxed and calm, his hair falling into his eyes. What would it be like to hold small babies with his silver eyes and her hair? To watch them as they took their first steps and say their first words.

Last summer, when she'd been home, she'd learned that some of her muggle friends had gotten married and already had children. They practically beamed while they jokingly 'showed off' their children. Hermione had smiled and held some of the children. It had felt nice and it had been hard to hand the children back to their parents. Hermione had spent the rest of the summer wondering what it would be like to have children herself, but it had only been a fantasy, something to pass the time. Now, though, it was possible. She was married and her husband wanted children. She just knew that Draco would love them. He was already childish enough to get along with little ones.

Hermione chuckled at her own joke and slowly got out of bed, careful not to disturb Draco. It was better to let this sleeping dragon lie. She picked up her robe and headed toward the bathroom for a nice shower. The hot water run over her body and she sighed, glad to be feeling her body relax under the spray. She silently berated herself for getting herself so stiff in the first place with all of her worrying. She always worried about things until it drained her. Something she needed to work on if she was ever going to have kids. She'd send herself into a mental breakdown in just the first month.

Hermione wet her hair and started washing it, closing her eyes and smiling at the feel of her fingers massaging her scalp. After a few seconds, someone else's fingers took up the task. Hermione didn't need to pen her eyes to know who it was. "You're getting good at this," she said, rotating her neck slightly.

His lips traced the arch of her neck, making her shiver. "Yeah," he said. "Must be all this practice you're giving me."

She turned in his arms and smiled. He wrapped his arms around her waist and dipped her back under the spray. Hermione held her breath and quickly scrubbed the soap out of her hair. She giggled as he brought her up and pressed her body against his. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him.

Draco growled deep in his throat. He lifted her up and pressed her back against the wall, the water falling over them. Hermione giggled as she wrapped her legs around his waist. She didn't know how he did it, but Draco never lost balance in the shower. She should know, after all the time they'd made love in this room.

He trailed his lips down her neck and sucked on a soft spot near her shoulder. Hermione made a noise that sounded like a purr, raking her fingers through his wet hair.

"I like waking up like this," she said.

Draco smiled against her skin and said, "Then I must do more to please you, dear wife."

Hermione chuckled, but it turned into a gasp as Draco easily slid inside her. She arch her back and smiled as she heard another growl come from Draco. They moved together, the only sound coming from them was their breathing and the water from the shower head. As they both climaxed, Hermione pressed her lips to his ear. "You are too athletic," she said.

"Comes from years of Quidditch," he said with a laugh.

Hermione slowly unwrapped her legs from his waist so her feet touched the floor. She leaned against her husband until her legs were sturdy enough to hold her again. "I've been in Quidditch for just as long and I'm starting to believe that I'll never be as athletic as that," she said, smiling up at him.

Draco laughed and reached for the soap. He lathered his hands and began running them over his wife's arms and sides. He toyed with her nipples for a bit before sliding them over her stomach.

"I can wash myself," she said, though she didn't make any move to stop him.

He chuckled and said, "I know. And you can stop me at anytime." Though he knew she wouldn't.

It took them twenty extra minutes to get down to breakfast that day. Hermione sat down at the Gryffindor table, Draco taking the seat next to her. They'd decided to alternate between the two house tables and today was Gryffindor.

Ginny looked up and smiled. "You're glowing, Hermione," she said, the look in her eyes telling her exactly why her friend was glowing so much.

Hermione smiled and said, "Today's a good day. Our parents didn't kill us, or each other, when they found out about our marriage, and I slept very well last night."

Ginny wagged her eyebrows. "I bet you did," she said.

Ron groaned. Harry looked at him oddly. "I just got a very disturbing picture in my mind," the red head said. He tried to keep his voice down, but Hermione had heard it. She laughed.

Draco stared at his wife and smiled. They'd only been married for a short while, but he couldn't be happier. Hermione was the best thing that could have happened to him in forever. He liked to watch her when she studied, curled up in an armchair with a book in her lap, her knees drawn up to her chest, and biting her lip when she came to a hard paragraph. Or when she was asleep and would curl her left hand near the bridge of her nose. And she was just too adorable when she laughed. It was a mix between a giggle and a snort, but it always made him smile at the sound. He chuckled. If any of his fellow Slytherin had read his mind at that moment, they would have thought he'd lost his mind.

Hermione turned to him after detailing the visit of parents to Ginny, and smiled at him. "What's with the laugh?" she asked.

"I'm just thinking how lucky I am," he said, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her closer to his side. "And how my house mates are probably thinking I'm crazy."

She laughed and said, "That's you, Draco. My crazy husband."

He snorted and shook his head. "At least it's never boring," he said. Hermione laughed again.

A rush of wings signaled mail and they looked up as the owls arrived. A small pile was delivered to the newlywed Malfoys. Hermione reached for it and Draco just watched as she sorted them into neat piles. Hermione was one of the most organized people he'd ever met. It was a small thing, but he thought it endearing that she sorted the mail into so many piles. The kitchen table never got cluttered with junk and it looked like they actually cared that they got mail.

"What do we have today?" he asked.

Hermione pointed to a couple piles. "Five 'Leave Draco, you skank' letters, five more requests for interviews, three invitations to parties for the new Mrs. and Mr. Malfoy, seven congratulatory notes, and a letter from Fred and George saying that they're coming for a visit to give us their wedding gift."

Draco noticed the mischievous looks that crossed Ginny, Harry, and Ron's faces. He swallowed nervously and said, "I'm not so sure I'm happy about that."

"They promised no pranks," Hermione said. She showed him the letter. "And Mrs. Weasley wants you to come to a family dinner during Easter Break. You've met my parents, now you have to get through a meal with my adopted family."

Draco sighed. "Why do I get the feeling that I'm going to skewered alive and served as the main course?" he asked.

Hermione laughed. "It's not that bad, dear," she said. "They'll use a nice basting sauce, at least."

Draco rolled his eyes. "You're so supporting," he said.

AN: So, I know it's short and the fluff wasn't the best, but what do you think? I'm kinda sick so I'm off on some of my writing. Docs think Mono or something. Isn't that reassuring? Lol. Well, thanks for reading.