Williamsburg, Virginia was a beautiful town. There was a lot of history there for a young country like America. The Malfoy's new house was just a few miles from historic Williamsburg. Alll the muggle history would do Scorpius some good. They lived in a cozy, shaded neighborhood and for the first time, had other people living close by them. If they used magic they'd have to be careful about it.
Draco, Hermione and Scorpius had spent all day moving boxes into the house without any help from magic. Hermione planned on doing everything muggle-style until they saw how many boxes they had to unpack. Giving in to a little unpacking spell wouldn't hurt anyone and Scorpius had been begging them to do a magic all day. They were sweaty and exhausted from the move so Hermione would do the spell once they brought in the last box.
"Scor, can you get the last one?" Draco said, wiping his dusty hands off on his jeans and leaving thin stripes of dirt across the fabric that were more attractive to Hermione than they should've been. Draco wasn't really the one to get dirty. It was kind of a turn on when he did.
Scorpius sighed. "Sure, Dad." He huffed out the door. Hermione glided over to the window and looked at the street where the last box waited on the curb. The moving van had left a few minutes ago. Across the road, a little girl about Scorpius's age was lying on her roof. She had a pair of binoculars and was staring towards the sky. Her binoculars moved in Scorpius's direction. He stopped and watched her instead of picking up the box.
The girl let her binoculars fall around her neck and walked to the edge of her roof. There was an odd metal slide that was attached to the side of the house. She slid down and popped up on her girl looked both ways and crossed the street.
She waved at Scorpius and said something. He shrugged and said something back. Draco came up behind her and placed his hand on Hermione's shoulder.
"What's going on?" asked Draco.
"Don't know," Hermione said. "Looks like Scorpius is making a friend."
"A strange friend…" replied Draco. She was wearing mix-matched bright colored clothes, the braid flowing down her back was stuffed with an assortment of different colored fall leaves and her feet were adorned with thick black combat boots. Draco was right. She was a little strange, but Hermione knew from people like Luna Lovegood (Luna Weasley, now) that strange could be good.
Scorpius picked up the box and walked back inside as the girl headed across the street.
"Who was that?" asked Hermione.
"Oh, her. Um, that was Jessie. I think her name was."
"Did she seem nice?" Hermione asked again.
Scorpius shrugged but Hermione could see the small smile he was trying to hide. "I guess. She goes to school with me."
"At least you'll know somebody," Draco jumped in to the conversation as he wrapped his slender, but muscular arm around her Hermione's waist. She shivered at his touch that was still perfect after all these years.
"I don't really know her, Dad. Can I go to my room and unpack boxes?"
Hermione and Draco exchanged a glance. They were sure he was going to ask them to magic the boxes unpacked.
"Sure, honey," said Hermione.
He smiled a toothless smile and jogged up the curved staircase.
Later than evening, Hermione was preparing a bath. She was wrapped in a crimson silk robe that simultaneously reminded her of Gryffindor and of America. Hermione poured a bit of lavender bubble bath into the hot water. She heard Draco's bare footsteps behind her and she turned toward him. He was leaning against the doorframe, his black shirt sleeves rolled up to reveal his Dark Mark which Hermione found so sexy it made her head spin. His shirt was unbuttoned, giving Hermione a view of his muscled chest and abdomen that was covered in a light, almost invisible layer of hair. He glistened with sweat from working all day. Even at thirty-seven, he was still a perfect looking man.
Without a word, Draco sauntered up to Hermione, a smirk that would rival any he gave her in third year. Her heart started pounding faster. He nuzzled his head into Hermione's neck. The scent of his hair, his cologne and his sweat intoxicated her. She trembled at his hot breath across her ear.
"Don't move," he growled.
Hermione shut her eyes as his hand trailed across her waist and tugged the silk tie that held her robe closed. Her robe fell open, but Hermione didn't move. Draco stepped in front of her and his eyes traced her body up and down.
"You, my Hermione, are exquisite," he said, his voice dark and gruff.
"You, my Draco, are very dirty," replied Hermione, eyeing the trail of dirt than ran behind his chin and down his neck.
"Yes I am." Draco closed the empty space between him. He tilted Hermione's chin so her lips could meet his. Hermione reached back and slipped Draco's shirt off as her robe fell to the floor. Her fingers ran across the silver snake belt buckle holding up Draco's pants. Hermione unlocked it, shivering at the click as it opened.
"I need a bath," Hermione whispered.
"Me too," said Draco. His lips crashed hungrily against his wife's.
Yay. Some fun Dramione action in this chapter. Thanks for reading and reviewing and following. You're all awesome!