Don't make a big deal out it. That was the key. Just mention it like its funny and maybe Draco would just let it go. Yeah, fat chance. The negative thoughts popping into Hermione's head were doing nothing to calm her already rattled nerves.

Hermione had sent Scorpius to his room to do homework so he wouldn't be around when Draco arrived home from work. Having their son around might have kept Draco from screaming and breaking things, but Draco was smart. He'd know Hermione had done it on purpose.

The door swung open and Hermione jumped. Great, that's not obvious at all. She rolled her eyes.

"Hey baby, I'm home," he called out as he slung his briefcase onto the chair by the door. "Where are you?"

"Sorry, in the kitchen," Hermione shouted back as she headed into the living room. Draco rushed up to her and planted a soft, lingering kiss on her lips. "I'm so glad I'm the only only one who gets to do that."

Seriously? Does he know or something? thought Hermione, her heart beating faster than ever.

"Uh, yeah," she said, trying to sound normal.

"Do you know what we're doing for dinner?" asked Draco. "I'm starving."

"Uh, hot dogs. Scorpius wanted-"

Draco squinted, his eyes focusing closely on her. She looked away.

"What's going on?"

Hermione sighed. Telling him wouldn't be easy, but she had to do it. "Scorpius got called into the principal's office today."

"Why? What did he-"

"Nothing. It was Jessie – they're fine. That's not what I'm trying to tell you.."

"What do you mean?"

"It wasn't a big deal and I gave him the shock of his life, I promise you that."

All the levity drained from Draco's face. He face was as serious as the grave. Whatever was about to happen it would be bad.

"What did he do?" Draco stressed every word, sending cold chills through Hermione.

She swallowed and tried to sound calm. "He kissed me. I stupefied him though," Hermione added quickly.

"HE WHAT?" Draco shouted so loud Hermione would have sworn the whole house shook. Maybe it did. Her husband was a wizard after all. A powerful one at that. "I'm going to kill him. I know the spell. I've seen it done." Draco pulled his wand out of his pocket and gripped it. Hermione stepped back, but she didn't know why. He wasn't threatening her. She'd never be afraid of him.

"Draco," she whispered. "You need to calm down."

"Calm down!" he shouted. "Have you gone mad? I'm not going to calm down. I'm going to kill somebody."

"You're not a Death Eater. You can't go around killing people whenever you want." Hermione rolled her eyes. Draco was being ridiculous.

He laughed. Tugged his jacket off and hurled it across the room, just feet from Hermione. He stomped toward her. Draco tugged his shirt sleeve up and revealed his dark mark.

"Yes – I am," his voice was stern, resolved. A shiver ran up Hermione's spine. His normally icy eyes were spitting coals. Hermione's mouth was dry.

Without warning, he grabbed Hermione and pulled her lips to his. She stiffened out of shock but then quickly kissed him back, loving every move of his mouth, every possessive touch of his hands on her body.

"Scorpius is upstairs," Hermione worked in the words through his rough kisses.

"Yeah, but we're not." Draco reached behind Hermione and threw open the coat closet door.

"What are you?"

Draco placed his hands on Hermione's hips and shoved her into the hanging winter coats. She giggled, but before it could turn into a full-blown laugh, Draco's lips pounded against hers again. With wandless magic, he shut the door.

"I didn't know you do that-"

He growled and then bit down her ear, causing her whole body to shake. "You want to see some more things you didn't know I could do?"

Draco lifted her like she weighed nothing and held her back to the closet wall. She couldn't see anything in the darkness, but could feel rough hands on her face and neck, kisses following the trails of fingers.

Of all the reactions she thought Draco would have, this was not one. But she wasn't complaining. Maybe this wouldn't be a big deal after all.