A/N: Hey! Sorry about the delay. My shitty old PC has finally gone to PC heaven, along with the first half of the original Chapter 3 for Trapped. And while normally, I would be able to type quite a bit at work, especially with my boss on an extended business trip, his wife decided she wanted to use his office, a.k.a. breath down my neck for two weeks. But my new Macbook Pro was delivered and I spent the last 7 hours typing up this lovely new chapters, and ready some very unhappy reviews and PM's. But since I like you guys, I got it up here as fast as I could even though I'm not particularly happy with it. I think I should have split this chapter into two, because the characters seem OOC, even for this story, but it fits into my plot so don't give up on us. I hope everyone is doing well and please review. I always want to know what people think of my stories!

Hermione woke up with a splitting headache. Her body felt like it had gone ten rounds with the Whomping Willow, it ached so much. She slowly sat up and took stock of her surroundings. The bedroom was painted a pleasant shade of blue, almost like robins eggs and the furniture was the same solid oak she saw in the kitchen. She slowly got out of bed and reached for her jeans.

When she finished dressing, she grabbed her shrunken trunk out of the pocket of her robes and enlarged it. After grabbing her toiletry kit and fresh clothes she went in search of a bathroom. The bathroom turned out to be the room across from her bedroom and was quite modest by Wizarding standards. It was small and painted pale yellow, with plain looking toilet, sink and bathtub.

Hermione turned on the shower and adjusted the temperature before undressing and climbing in. The heat was soothing on her sore body an she wanted to stay for hours but she knew that the heat would soon tighten her muscles, making her more sore than before. She slowly began washing her hair, taking time to carefully deep condition and add her anti-frizz potion. She forced herself to leave the shower and began to dry off.

Normally she would magic her hair dry to save time in the morning even though it made dry and prone to frizz, no matter what potions she used; but since she was trying to stall on going to see Malfoy, she took her time to brush it out properly to air dry. 45 minutes later her stomach grumbled and she went out to face Malfoy.

Walking into the kitchen, she saw Malfoy sitting at the table and she felt the panic and dread and violation she had felt the night before race through her body. Her eyes got blurry and she felt light headed for a second before she blinked away the tears and sank into a chair at the table.

'You're a bloody Gryffindor, Granger. Pull yourself together! This is no time to go all girly and emotional!' She thought, irritated at her reaction to Malfoy. She calmed enough to look over at him and saw he was looking at her warily, trying to gauge her reaction.

"Breakfast is on the counter." He said before looking back down at the newspaper in front of him. She took another deep breath before grabbing the plate of eggs and toast off of the counter and sitting back down at the table.

They sat in silence, her eating and him reading, for ten minutes. She put her clean plate in the sink and was about to go back to the bedroom when Malfoy sighed and began to speak.

"We need to go into the village today. You need to get more appropriate clothing and such for when we get back to Britain."

"Appropriate clothing? For what?" She asked, genuinely confused.

"Appropriate for a Malfoy. For all intents and purposes you have to look and act like a Malfoy bride. They expect me to abuse you in private, not public. And we need to discuss the parameters of this… marriage." He added distastefully.

"The village is a twenty minute walk, and we can talk on the way. Would you like to get changed?" He asked, eyeing her cut-off jeans shorts, plain blue t-shirt and white flip-flops. He was wearing navy blue robes, made of a lighter material for the summer weather.

"Should I? The only robes I've ever needed were my school robes, so they're all I have. I've got other muggle clothing but it's summer, so it all looks like this." She said, suddenly self-conscious. The clothing was fairly modest by muggle standards; the shorts hitting mid thigh and the shirt covering her whole midriff.

"We're buying you clothing so I guess it doesn't matter. Just go like this for now." He sighed, opening the door and motion for her to walk out before him.

She stepped out into the bright sunlight and was momentarily stunned by the beauty of the Italian seaside. She couldn't believe that she hadn't noticed the beautiful ocean before now, the waves providing a steady, soothing background noise. Their villa was set about 100 feet back from the shore, with nothing but white sand between them.

She wondered for a moment how she missed this last night before she realized that Malfoy must have apparated them right onto the deck, which was sizable.

Turning around, she saw that the view behind the villa was vastly different; rocky cliffs, hills and forests filled with pines and oaks surrounded them. It was all breathtaking.

"We're in Castiglioncello. My grandfather's old cabin. The village is up this road." She followed him as he walked out to the road. She stared in awe at the beauty of the place around her. She was startled when his hand waved in front of her face.

"You have to bloody listen, Granger! We've got a lot to discuss today, all of which directly impacts you. First off, I have a reputation to keep. No one really knows why I moved out of the Manor; everyone assumes it's something to do with me wanting a place to bring girls or something stupid like that."

I had an argument with my father, and my mother decided that staying in the Manor would probably endanger me so I moved into the flat in Diagon Alley. My father suspects that I'm regretting taking the mark, in an abstract way; my mother said that he believes I feel overwhelmed, but that I will quickly adjust to my new responsibilities and rise to the occasion."

He was staring straight ahead, and spoke without emotion. Hermione was not sure if he wanted her to speak or not so she remained silent.

"He tried to force me into agreeing with him. The torture was immensely painful but only it barely worked. In a way, he was right; I don't disagree openly anymore. I have no desired to be tortured again. I no longer have an opinion of his lifestyle."

The only reason I'm telling you this is that on the outside, in public, I have to be a bastard. The general public has to believe that I'm treating you as a Mudblood sex slave when we're alone, but you still have to act like a proper Malfoy wife in public. I don't care what you tell Potter and Weasley, so long as they keep acting normal. You have to act the part."

"So I have to act like you treat me terribly, but still like a stuck-up pureblood wife? How am I supposed to do both?" She asked, bewildered. "I'm not being sarcastic, Malfoy, I don't know how to do both. I either act like a snob or like a puppy who's been kicked. I don't know how to be a snobby battered wife."

"You couldn't pull off stuck-up, Granger. Calm, proper and terrified of me. You have to be obedient, and not ever question me in public. You have to act like a prisoner. You'll have a month and a half to get it right, but you have to be prepared for when we go back to Britain.

We've got two weeks alone, and my father will be checking up on us as soon as we get back, to see what how I've treated you. He won't expect you fully broken, I don't think, but he'll want fear, bruises and humiliation. We will both be killed if we don't pull it off. I can fake the bruises but most of this acting is on your part. We'll worry about that later though."

"You will have to attend events with me over the summer, most of them charity fundraisers and ministry galas, where you'll have to be seen and not heard. You can't try and champion flubberworm rights or whatever your stupid cause is. You just smile and nod and make innocuous small talk to the wives."

"House-elves. I want rights for house-elves. And I'm not stupid, Malfoy, if I'm supposed to be the picture of terrified obedience in public I'm hardly going to speak to anyone at all."

"Why would house-elves want rights?" Malfoy asked, annoyed. "They like cooking and cleaning and gardening. Merlin, my mother has to send my elf to Hogwarts with me every year because Tilly can't bear to let anyone else do my laundry."

"You have your own elf? I thought Dobby was your family's elf, and Harry set him free in second year!"

"Dobby was my father's personal elf. The manor is huge, it would be difficult for one elf to do all the cleaning properly and then it wouldn't have time to cook. We've got 4 elves. Tilly is my elf, Mopsy is my mother's, Bibby is my father's and Dorrie is the family elf."

"You each have your own slave? That's despicable. They don't get wages, or holidays and they get have to punish themselves if they make a mistake. It's cruel and inhumane and--"

"They aren't human. And they like it. Who do you think made breakfast this morning? My elf, who was ecstatic to be told that I was taking her on a trip to Italy with me and who is delighted to have a new mistress. Tilly doesn't want wages or holidays or any of that tosh. If I told her I didn't want her to cook for me one day, she'd cry and assume that I didn't like her cooking. Elves like to work!"

"But that's not important. Don't change the subject Granger, the elf stays and unless you want to do the cooking, then I suggest you let it go."

Hermione huffed and crossed her arms but didn't push the subject. She knew that in this situation she would have to choose her battles very carefully and she was still surprised at how civil Malfoy was being. They continued walking up the road in silence for a few more minutes before she could seen a small village in the distance.

"We aren't friends, Granger, by any stretch of the imagination and I sincerely doubt we ever will be; but we are married now, and unless this law is dissolved, we will be until one of us dies. A certain amount of civility is required or we will drive each other insane. We are on different sides of the war but I propose a truce. I'll do my best to keep you out of harms way and treat you as well as I can and you don't put me in danger by passing information to the Order that leads directly back to me." He looked over at her as he finished, and she nodded hesitantly.

"I suppose that's fair. There's not much else I can ask of you. God, this situation is completely fucking ridiculous!" She sighed, wrapping her arms tighter around herself. She stared at the ocean along side her until the forest surrounding the village hid the water from her view.

They turned off of the road and stepped into what appeared to be an abandoned bookstore. Malfoy led her to the back of the store and tapped his wand on the last book of the third highest shelf. The book case folded in on it's self until a door appeared and he led her through it.

They stepped out into a place that reminded her of Diagon Alley vaguely, but was much smaller and prettier. Rows of shops lined the street, but she could only tell what a few of them sold.

"What do we have to buy today?" Hermione asked, staring at a real bookstore with interest.

"Various things. Clothing, for one. Some things to amuse you, because you will be spending a lot of time on your own this summer. Some of the more rare potions ingredients. Many things. We'll start with the clothes, since you obviously need them."

They spent 5 hours shopping, and Hermione couldn't figure out for the life of her how most girls found that fun. The only part of the day she had enjoyed was the bookstore, and even there she had been limited to the English and French sections of the store since she didn't speak Italian very well.

She was surprised at the amount of money that Malfoy had spent on her. He had brought her to a high-end clothing shop and began speaking to the seamstress is rapid Italian. Hermione had been quickly measured and the witch had set off gathering things for her to try on. If Malfoy liked it, she put it in one pile, and if now she discarded it. Hermione ended up with 8 sets of day robes (4 winter and 4 summer), one set of dress robes, 4 evening gowns, 2 cloaks (again, winter and summer), a bunch of under wear, three new pairs of shoes, and one pair of winter boots.

From there they had gone to the apothecary, the owl emporium, the sweetshop and a quill store buying various odds and ends for the both of them. They then went to the bookstore where they ended up buying 2 dozen books for Hermione to read, including one to teach her Italian.

In the Quidditch shop, Malfoy had bought himself new gloves and a practice snitch. He had also taken her to a beauty shop, again conferring with the owner as to what she needed. She got her hair cut for the first time in years and they left that shop with a hefty bag of magical hair potions, make-up and other toiletries. Their last stop was to a liquor store where Malfoy bought three cases of something.

"I don't think I needed all of that Malfoy. I don't wear make-up and it takes hours to make my hair decent in the mornings so I hardly ever bother with that either." All of their packages were shrunken and in Malfoy's pocket as he led her back towards the door they had come in through.

"You're forgetting you have a public image now, Granger. The make up and hair things are mostly for when we have to go to special events. But you'll have to wear make-up when you go out, or use glamour charms to at least give the appearance that you are hiding bruises.

"You still have to try and look your best when you go out though, as part of the act. The only thing that you got to that were not absolutely necessary to your act were the books, and I consider those necessary for my sanity." He smirked. "I can only imagine what you'd be like if you had nothing productive to do."

The walked out of the abandoned bookstore, and Malfoy stopped.

"Do you need anything from the Muggle part of the village?"

She thought to herself, mentally listing what she'd brought before shaking her head. They began to walk out of the village.

"So… I never finished reading the papers you gave me. What exactly does this law entail?" Hermione asked tentatively.

She had been thinking about it the whole time they had been shopping. Every time Malfoy paid for something for her, she was reminded that he was her provider now. She knew that she everything she owned was now his, including herself and that scared her. She was afraid of knowing what else the law affected for her, but she was even more afraid of not knowing.

"The papers were vague on the rules any way. Most of what I know is what I've heard. The rings are charmed. I think they track how often we sleep together and if we are faithful but I'm not entirely sure. The inspections are basically to see how we live, and scare you in to compliance. I think they're also a kind of safeguard to legitimately throw you into prison if they think you're dangerous to their cause. The surprise inspections are going to be our biggest problem. I'm fairly certain that I'd be told of any 'surprise' investigations because of who my father is but if not, then we have to be prepared at all times."

"Do they think I'm dangerous?" She asked, keeping her eyes averted and voice level.

"They think you're a person of interest. Most of the muggleborns in the program are. They'll be watching you closely though, because you're friends with Potter. The law has many purposes, I'm not sure I even know them all. This is the easiest way for them to keep track of muggleborns, make sure they aren't getting involved in the resistance effort. The purebloods who are rebelling against the Dark Lord have been matched up with muggleborns who aren't trustworthy."

"The rest can wait. There's one last thing we need to discuss." His voice had taken on the same flat emotionless tone he used when he was uncomfortable, she noticed.

"What?"

"Sex. As much as neither of us wants to sleep with the other, we have to. And I've been thinking that it would be easiest if we slept together 3 times in one day, instead of spreading it out over the week. That way we could have 6 normal days a week and one..." Malfoy had started off talking steadily, and then rushed his words before trailing off, unable to think of a way to finish his sentence.

Hermione knew her cheeks were burning and she was staring at the ground again. She did agree with him though. If they could get the other two times over with today, then they wouldn't have to touch each other again until next Friday.

"We could finish up this week's... coupling... today and be free until next Friday. But will it work? I mean, I understand that it can be quite tiring for men..." A new wave of embarrassment flushed her cheeks. She couldn't believe she just questioned Malfoy's virility.

"If you're questioning my performance abilities, Granger, I assure you I'll have no problems." He replied coolly, the barest hint of annoyance in his voice.

They walked the last 5 minutes in silence before reaching the villa and walking inside. Malfoy took out the handful of shrunken packages and began enlarging them. Hermione quickly took her things and put them in her new trunk. It amazed her how much she had now. Going to Hogwarts for 6 years, she had more or less lived out of her school trunk for the since she was 11. When she was at her parent's house she never really unpacked, always fearing a nosy friend or relative might wonder why she had a cauldron or a spell book.

As she put all her purchases away, she felt apprehensive and vaguely guilty about their relatively easy attitudes while shopping earlier. She may have called a truce with Malfoy, but she didn't trust him as far as she could throw him. She appreciated his consideration but for all she knew it really could be part of a bigger plan to gain her trust. Still, she would be forever grateful for the way he treated her the day before. If he had wanted to break her easily, last night would have been the time.

Hermione sighed and vowed to keep her guard up while living with Malfoy. The last thing she needed to do was get too comfortable around him and make herself vulnerable.

Her stomach grumbled as she realized that she hadn't eaten since breakfast and it was well past lunchtime. She decided to write a quick letter to Harry and Ron before going and making herself something to eat. She pulled out a roll of parchment and paused as she thought of what to write.

Dear Harry and Ron

I'm fine! So stop worrying! Yesterday went as well as it possibly could have and nothing bad has happened yet. Malfoy has been surprisingly polite since we got here. I'm not sure how much of his act I believe but we've called a sort of truce. Constant Vigilance, as Mad-Eye would say, though. I'll be careful. Italy is gorgeous and the weather here is great! I really, really wish I was with you guys though.

There's not much else to say, I haven't been here long enough for anything to happen yet. I'll write you again when something letter worthy happens! Give my love to everyone!

Oh, The marriages! I completely forgot, who did Fred and George end up getting paired with? Anybody else we know get married?

Lots of Love,

Hermione

She tried to keep the letter as cheery as possible, and gloss over the wedding night details for fear that Harry and Ron would jump on their brooms and try to fly to Italy to rescue her. She rolled up the letter and paused as she realized that she didn't have an owl to send the post with, before remembering Malfoy tell her she could write her friends. Presumable he had an owl here or a way to send letters somehow. She walked through the house before seeing him lying on the beach, in nothing but his swimming trunks.

She stepped out onto the deck, and smiled as she felt the sunlight on her face. She walked towards where he was laying on a towel, and called his name. He didn't so much as look at her and she felt vaguely annoyed before she saw that his eyes were closed and his breathing even. She turned to go back inside when she heard his sleepy voice.

"S'there a problem, Granger?" He yawned.

"No, I was just wondering if you have an owl I could use. I just wanted to send my friends a quick note, saying I'm alright." He smiled sleepily up at her, probably the first real smile she'd ever seen from him.

"Potter and Weasley probably think I've chopped you up and fed you to Manticores by now. Can't use regular owls though. Too far, it'd take them a week to make it there. There's an Owl Office in the village though. They can floo owls between countries. I'll take you back over there later."

"Okay… Thanks, then." She said, as he rolled over onto his stomach and rested his head on his arms to go back to sleep.

She didn't know why his smile caught her so off guard, especially considering how courteous he had been in the last 24 hours. She shook her head and walked back inside to make herself lunch.

Hermione had spent the most of the afternoon reading a French Herbology book on the deck, aside from their uneventful trip back to the post office hours ago. The sun was beginning to set in the distance, and it was making it difficult to read. She got up and wandered inside.

A small elf was standing on a chair in front of the stove stirring a pot. Hermione cleared her throat and the elf spun around and jumped off the chair.

"Oh, Miss, you must be Mistress Hermione! You's my new mistress. I is Tilly and I is very, very happy be here to take care of yous! Is there anything Tilly can get you?" Tilly's squeaky voice was almost musical.

"Erm.. no, I'm fine. Is there anything I can do to help?" She asked, looking around the kitchen. There was enough food for a family of 6 at the table, the dishes in the sink were washing themselves, and a cloth was dancing around on the counters, cleaning them while doing the Foxtrot.

Tilly looked at her with a mixture of horror, sadness and fear.

"Does Mistress not like what Tilly cooked? I's can make you something else! And the kitchen will be very clean for dinner, Tilly promises!" Hermione cringed as Tilly's eyes began to fill with tears, and she felt terrible for upsetting the elf.

"Tilly, Granger is muggleborn. She doesn't understand house-elves very well. She thinks you all want vacations and money and clothes and someone else to do the housework. She's not trying to be mean. She's just irrational." Malfoy's voice came from the door behind Hermione.

Hermione couldn't stand that she had made Tilly cry so she just vigorously nodded.

"I didn't mean to offend you, Tilly! I'm sorry. It's just, in the muggle world, we pay our household staff and give them days off and such. They like that." She said meekly.

Tilly dried her eyes and looked at Hermione warily.

"Tilly can help Mistress Hermione learn about what house-elfs is liking."

"Erm.. Yes, of course! I'd love that, Tilly. I'll just go freshen up before dinner, than, shall I?" Hermione's cheeks were bright red as she hurried out of the kitchen. She could hear Malfoy's deep laughter ring out behind her and it only furthered her embarrassment.

She grabbed fresh clothing from he bedroom and went to take a quick shower. She put her hair up in a bun on her head to keep it from getting wet and took off her clothing. She stepped under the warm spray and sighed in pleasure. She loved showers.

After quickly washing her body she wrapped herself in a towel and washed her face. She let her hair down and dressed in comfortable yoga pants and a t-shirt. She walked back out into the kitchen and was overwhelmed by the smells of good food around her.

Malfoy was already seated at the table, with an open bottle of wine in front of him. She sat opposite him and stared in amazement at Tilly. The little elf hopped up onto a chair and poured Hermione a glass of wine before vanishing with a loud popping noise.

Hermione began to fill her plate with food. Tilly had cooked up a veritable feast of roast beef, mashed potatoes, mixed vegetables, yorkshire puddings, and fresh rolls. She ate with gusto, not realizing how hungry she was until she took her first bite.

They ate in silence, not companionable, but not awkward either. There was a tension in the air and for a moment she wasn't sure why, before it dawned on her: they would have to have sex again tonight.

She felt her dinner try to come back up but took deep breaths to calm herself. When she was sure she wouldn't throw up, she drained her wine glass and poured herself another. Malfoy raised an eyebrow at her but chose not to comment. She drank slower this time, but still finished her wine in a few minutes. A humorless smile crept on to Malfoy's face.

"Tilly, I think Hermione would like an after-dinner drink. Bring us out a bottle of whiskey."

"Yes Sir, Master Draco, Sir!" The elf appeared out of nowhere as soon as he spoke her name and popped out for the seconds, before appearing again with a bottle of Firewhiskey and two tumblers.

Tilly poured them both a glass and began to clear the table. Malfoy stood up and motioned her to do the same. He grabbed the bottle of whiskey and turned to the elf.

"Dinner was good, Tilly. You may retire after you clean the kitchen."

"Oh, thank you, Master Draco, Sir! Tilly was happy to do it. Good Night, Master Draco, Mistress Hermione!" The elf nodded happily as kitchen items began to clean and dance around her.

Malfoy led her out of the kitchen and into the living room, much to her relief. There were two wingback chairs and a couch in the room. They each took a chair, wanting to avoid the closeness a couch provided. Malfoy set the bottle of whiskey down on the table between them and sipped his drink. They sat in silence and drank for almost an hour before Malfoy spoke.

"I sincerely hope this is easier than last night." His words startled her. She hadn't really thought of the emotional toll last night had had on him. Though the more Hermione thought, the more she realized that he had gone through as much as she had last night. More when you considered the fact that he tried hard to make it easier on her.

She realized suddenly that it would be easier tonight. Most of her fears for last night were based on how the thought Malfoy would treat her, but he was a perfect gentleman about the whole thing. He acted much more maturely last night than she had herself.

"Yes, I think it will be easier than last night. At least for me. And if I'm not bawling my eyes out, then that's got to make it easier on you then, yeah?" His laugh startled her, and she realized that she was a bit tipsy.

"Granger, you made a joke! I didn't know you knew how!" He said. A little bit of the tension eased out of the room as they laughed together. She finished her whiskey and stood up, stretching her arms over her head. Malfoy stared at her for a moment before standing abruptly. They locked eyes and all traces of their friendly moment vanished as the tension set back in.

"We'd better get this over with then. 5 free days after this!" She said, trying to force some of the good humor back into her voice.

"Might as well then." He walked into the bedroom, and dimmed the lights again. The room was as dark as it had been the night before, and that comforted Hermione.

She took a deep breath, and calmly began to strip again. Her hands shook a little, but there were no tears in her eyes this time. She walked over the to the bed at the same time as Malfoy. She climbed onto the bed and crawled over to the middle as Malfoy handed her the pillow to place beneath her hips.

He handed her the lubricant and she spread it on her sex, feeling a fraction of the mortification that she felt the night before. This time was much easier than last night. She still felt embarrassed and angry and sad, but she also felt detached from those emotions; the people who put her in this situation made her feel that way, not the person with her.

She set the bottle of lubricant on the bedside table and laid back. Malfoy crawled over in front of her, and she parted her legs for him. In the moonlight, she saw the shock on his face for a moment before he kept moving. He pulled the sheet up over them as he place his hands at her hips and positioned his member at her entrance.

"Are you ready?" He whispered.

"Yes."

And he pushed into her. She felt him inching his way in, pushing in a little bit before pulling out, getting a little further each time. It wasn't painful, but it was uncomfortable. She gasped when he was finally fully inside her. She could feel his body was rigid with restraint again, and he rested his head on her shoulder.

"Tell me when." He gritted out. She took a deep breath and felt the tips of her breasts brush against his heaving chest. The contact startled her and she jumped a little bit, pressing herself against him again. Malfoy's body tensed even more, and she remembered that he was trying to stay in control. She tried to relax me muscles and found the discomfort was mostly gone.

"I'm ready." She squeaked, and almost giggled when she felt his harsh sigh of relief. 'Must be a bit more tipsy than I thought if I think this is funny.' She thought.

He began moving slowly, thrusting in an out of her with a steady rhythm. She tried not to think about what they were doing but with sex on her mind, all of her thoughts circled around it.

She could see how sex could be thoroughly enjoyable, if they made it that way. This was arrangement, almost a business transaction. It wasn't beautiful, or loving or pleasurable because Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy were not attracted to each other. They were fulfilling the contract they signed, that was it..

She was drawn out of her abstract thought by his movements becoming jerkier. He was close. His hands gripped her hips and pulled her to him more firmly as he moved faster. He drew in a sharp breath as he came and his body went slack above her. His head went to her shoulder as he calmed his haggard breathing. After a moment, he slipped out of her and rolled on to his back.

"You sure you're okay to do this again tonight, Granger?"

His consideration startled her. He must not have realized that tonight was infinitely better for her than last night had been. She was able to detach herself from her emotions enough to see that it wasn't what either of them wanted, but it was what they got. Seeing Malfoy as a victim as well had stopped her from sinking into the pit of self pity that had consumed her the day before.

"I'm fine to go again tonight. That was… much easier than I expected it to be. Though that could be the alcohol talking. Either way though, I'm good." She rambled. She couldn't believe how normal she sounded. As If she wan't half naked, in bed with a fully naked Malfoy. He didn't say anything for a minute after she spoke, so she sat up and lit the torch in the room.

He had the strangest look on his face. Exhaustion, incredulity, curiosity and astonishment all mixed in his face. He looked kind of dumbfounded, so much that she did giggle this time.

"Are you drunk, Granger? Not that it matters, because if it works then we'll get drunk every time, but bloody hell! I figured that if I let you drink to much you'd be an emotional wreck. Thats what every other girl is like when she drinks."

She laughed outright this time, and he joined her, enjoying the fact that they could laugh at the selves. He sat up and leaned against the headboard.

"I think I am drunk, at least a little bit. And I'm Hermione Granger, I don't do emotional wreck. I get giddy and hyper and talk a lot and all that nonsense, but I never cry. At least, not because of alcohol. But I'm fine now. Pleasantly buzzing and warm-ish and what not. I want another drink though, just to make sure alcohol is our secret ingredient." He pulled his wand out as she finished speaking.

"Well then, that's sorted. Accio Firewhiskey! Accio Glasses! This is bloody fucking surreal, though." He replied thoughtfully, catching the whiskey and glasses, then poured them each a drink.

"I know! I feel like we're in the Twilight Zone."

"What the hell is the Twilight Zone?"

"Oh! It's an old muggle television show. It's kind of hard to explain. I just meant that this doesn't seem like it's really happening. I mean I know it is but it almost seems as if I'm dreaming this whole thing up because never in a million years would I expect myself to be drunk and in bed after having sex with my new husband, Draco Malfoy, with nothing covering me but a t-shirt and a sheet." She giggled a bit at the end and he just stared at her, sipping his drink.

"You must be drunk, you're rambling. But yeah, I know what you mean. I never though I'd be grateful to be married to a Muggleborn, but anything beats Pansy-fucking-Parkinson. I'm glad I dodged that bludger." He said, shuddering at the end and making Hermione laugh again.

"Oh Merlin's beard! I don't know how you can stand her! She's so touchy, feely, shrieky.. Bloody annoying! I can only imagine what she was like around you though. I walked into the girl's bathroom once in 5th year to find her sobbing all over Daphne Greengrass because you borrowed a quill off of a Hufflepuff instead of her. She's bloody pathetic!"

"Our mother's wanted us to be married, but it was never properly agreed upon, thank fucking Merlin. My mother was convinced that we would be a better pair when we were older, so she bribed me to tolerate her. And Pansy does what ever I ask. It's always nice to have someone to write your essays for you." He chuckled.

"But, Merlin, the giggling! I want to strangle her some days! She's like a fucking hyena! Oh, Draco, thats so hilarious AHAHAHHAHHAHAHHAhAHAHHAHAHAH!" Hermione shrieked, doing a half decent impression of Pansy Parkinson. Malfoy was clutching his stomach, he was laughing so hard. When the calmed down enough to speak again, Malfoy began to speak.

"We should get this over with before you get too drunk." He said seriously, and she nodded thoughtfully. She could feel the alcohol in her veins, knocking down her inhibitions.

"It's not so bad, sleeping with you. Not nearly as terrible as I thought it would be. I can even imagine how some people look forward to sex." Malfoy looked vaguely insulted but mostly amused.

"You're definitely drunk, Granger. And if you ever want to know how mindblowingly great sex can be, let me know. Nobody does it better than me." He said with a lecherous wink that sent Hermione into fits of laughter.

"You about done, Granger?" Malfoy said after a moment, with a smirk on his face, and she looked over at him and nodded. He extinguished the torch and they were surrounded in darkness. She laid back down on the bed and placed the pillow back under her hips. Malfoy kneeled between her legs again and without asking her, began to thrust into her.

She was pleasantly drunk and detached from the situation, but she noticed that he wasn't being as careful not to touche her this time. His strokes were deeper and slower, and she had the thought that he might be allowing himself to get a bit more enjoyment out of their coupling than he had before. After a few minutes he finished and rolled off of her and they adjusted themselves for sleep.

'Well, someone might as well enjoy it…'

And then they slept.

So? Comments, Questions, Flames? Tonights sex scenes may seem out of place, (even to me) but I know where I want to go with this so bear with me. But if you think it's a bit too unbelievable after the last sex scenes, let me know. I live for constructive criticism!

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p.s. The first time I uploaded this (about ten minutes ago lol) I forgot to add in the authors note, the italics and the page breaks incase anyone saw it and thought I lacked all formatting skills lol.