Disclaimer: I own nothing, all credit to J.K Rowling for the creation of the Harry Potter universe. I just found a plot for this ship.

Warning: There is an M rating for a reason. The story will NOT contain rape or sexual violence. Lemons and fluff expected. Basically what you would expect from most romance novels nowadays.
There will also be the use of profanity.

Music speaks to my muse.
This chapters song was: Like I can, Sam Smith
Lyric of choice: He could be a sinner or a gentleman.

Charmed to You

Chapter 15
The Ring

Draco shifted and pulled Hermione closer to him so that every part of them touched. It was noon on the third day and they hadn't really left the bed but to bathe each other and start all over again.

Food appeared in their room four times a day and they would feed each other wrapped in the soft cocoon that was their four poster bed.

He knew reality would interfere eventually but for right now he didn't care. He moved so that he could watch her as she slept. She had braided her hair and it was wrapped around them. He grinned as he slowly undid the braid and spread her hair out around her. Whatever Niffy had done to it had caused her hair to never tangle. Each curl stayed perfect, glossy, and soft. He ran one curl through his hand and draped it over her breast.

She let out a soft giggle and then said. "What are you going to do when it's not this long anymore?"

Draco groaned as he used the end of her curl to tickle around her erect nipple. "Beg you to let Niffy do this to your hair for our anniversary?"

Hermione sighed and shifted so that he had better access to her chest. "If she can make it stay so perfect I might leave it this long."

Draco felt jealousy burn brightly in his gut and his hand in her hair lifting her up so that he could give her a long drugging kiss before he smirked at her and said. "No. I don't want anyone to see this but me. It's bad enough half the ancient wizards in Europe are probably having wet dreams about you."

Hermione hit him laughing. "Draco! That's disgusting."

Draco grunted, yeah but he didn't doubt that he was wrong. She had looked delectable that night, and while most women would look ridiculous with hair down to their bottom, she really did look like a nymph from some forgotten forest.

His ring burned and he grinned. "Hungry?"

She let out a soft sigh and then nodded frowning. "Sometimes I think you can read my mind, Draco."

Draco grinned and shifted the ring on his right hand. He almost felt guilty that he was keeping this secret from her. Okay, he did actually feel rather guilty. "Maybe I am," he said with a rakish grin.

She hit him and rolled her eyes pushing him off her. "That's not possible."

Draco sighed. "Well, it is a bit. I charmed your engagement ring with a spell my father taught me. It's a Malfoy trick."

She stared at him her eyes going wide and his ring burned with her shock and a strong disbelief. He held up his ring and said softly. "It's true love, this ring tells me most of your emotions. My father said it would only work if you were feeling very strong emotions, and at first, that seemed to be true. But now it is like a mood ring named Hermione."

She went totally still. "You're serious?"

He nodded slowly waiting for her reaction. He flushed as it washed over him with a burning of his ring. She was really, really angry.

"Hermione…" he said slowly.

But she was shoving at his chest and yanking at his hand. "You give me that ring Draco Lucius Malfoy. That's an unfair advantage!"

Draco sighed and let her take the ring off. She glared at him and then looked down at the ring her eyes narrowing. "So when Niffy would show up and say I was sad or angry or hungry it's because you sent her when this ring told you what I was feeling?"

Draco nodded slowly. "Yes."

Hermione's wild angry eyes flashed to him and she clinched her fist around the ring. "That's a terrible invasion of privacy, Malfoy!"

Draco sighed and sat up. "Baby, you're Malfoy now too. Is that really still an insult?"

She huffed out a breath and swung herself out of bed, her hair covering her nakedness as she stormed into the bathroom.

Draco sighed. "Can I have my ring back?"

"NO!"

He grimaced at her angry screech and then sat back in the bed as he heard the lock click on the door. Well, this was going to be an interesting afternoon.

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Hermione sat on the loo seat and stared at the ring in her hand her mind racing between utter astonishment that he would do such a thing and total anger at his complete lack of remorse for doing it. That slimy git had even asked for it back. She rolled the ring in her hand and wished again that she had her wand. Just now in bed had been the first time in days she had even cared to use magic. But if she could have she would have hexed Draco into oblivion just now.

Of course, as soon as she said that she realized that was impossible. The binding meant that they couldn't hurt each other. She frowned at the ring as she tried to consider what she was going to do about her new husband and his invasion of her privacy. She supposed that she should be amazed he even admitted to his trick. It would have probably been years before she had caught on to this. If she ever had!

She sighed and glared at the door that she had locked to keep him out. She stood up and set the ring down on the sink and went to brush her teeth and wash her face. For the first time, she wished she had a robe of some kind. It was hard to yell at someone when you were naked!

Softly she said. "Niffy?"

The elf popped in and Hermione blushed. She was after all naked.

"Yes, young mistress?" Niffy asked her eyes wide.

"Niffy may I have my dressing gown, the silk one my mother bought me?"

Niffy nodded and then was back almost instantly handing Hermione the robe as well as the night gown that went with it. Hermione sighed happily.

"Thank, you Niffy. Can you bring something for Draco to wear?"

Niffy nodded again and then was gone. Hermione listened and then heard Draco yelp. "Dammit Niffy I am naked!"

The elf squeaky voice came through calm and firm. "Niffy brought young master his dressing gown. Young mistress suggested it."

Draco's tone was resigned. "Did she now? Well go on then and have them send up some food, will you please?"

Hermione giggled at his tone and turned on the shower. She was quick and didn't get her hair wet as it took bloody forever to dry. She was half tempted to call Niffy back to get rid of the length but she hesitated as she belted her robe. Finally, she sighed and picked up the ring walking back out.

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Draco was sitting at the table in a robe his legs spread out in front of him and his arms crossed. He looked annoyed and his eyes flashed as he took in her robe, but then he smiled.

"Well, I was going to be pissed because I knew you had to have her bring you something to wear as well, but now I think I should call Niffy back and tell her to make you something like this in every color."

Hermione blushed and fidgeted with the flimsy robe. "It's a Muggle tradition, the dressing gown, and a nightgown."

Draco stood up and strode over to her his eyes raking over her. "I am learning to appreciate Muggle traditions more and more every time I hear one."

She frowned at him and held up her hand. "Well don't get too excited. I am still livid with you."

He sighed and then grabbed her hand bringing her over to the small table. "Fine, sit down and eat and tell me all about how I was a total prat for telling you about the ring."

Hermione sat down glaring at him. "See! That's why I am so upset. You're not at all remorseful that you made the ring, you're just upset that you told me about it!"

Draco paused looking at her and then nodded looking utterly bewildered. "Well, yes actually. Are you telling me that is wrong?"

She huffed out a breath. "Of course it is!"

Draco shrugged. "You know, I would say this was some pansy Gryffindor noble bullshit, but I happen to know that you and the terrible two broke rules all the time in school. Are you telling me that you were upset every time you did it or just upset when you got caught? Because I know that you miss goody goody used to sleep in their dorms. I wonder what you would have said to Professor McGonagall if she found out that little fact about her sainted lions."

Hermione flushed pink and then glared at him. "I – well- how did you hear about that!"

He shrugged. "Dean told me," he said calmly.

Hermione went white with anger. "That awful, horrible, two faced, traitor!"

Draco laughed so hard he started to cough. "Oh, baby, we have to work on your insults now that you are a Malfoy. That simply won't do." She glared at him and he raised his hands. "He said you just slept, that it was after that ministry thing, and that you and Ginny stayed up there with them when you got out of the hospital. Everyone supporting Potter who had lost that Black guy."

Hermione flinched. "His god father," she said softly.

Draco's eyes widened. "Oh, yeah right, I forgot about that."

She nodded and then shook her head. "I often wonder how we got away with all we did. Harry's invisibility cloak helped and of course we had the map, but honestly, they should charm the boy's dorms to not let girls in."

Draco snorted. "Snape was a nosey bastard. We hardly got away with anything down in the dungeons. Sure as hell were not able to sneak a girl into our dorm all night. If you wanted to have some action you had to find a classroom and transfigure a bed and then have your mates be look outs."

Hermione's eyes widened and then she held up her hand. "I don't want to hear about how you shagged in school on our honeymoon!"

Draco's eyes widened and then he chuckled sounding embarrassed. "Sorry."

She nodded and then sighed picking up her sandwich. As much as she hated to admit it he was right in a way. She broke rules all the time in school. She frowned as she considered what he was saying and then she finally said. "It was always for the greater good, Draco."

He looked up clearly confused. "Sorry?"

She grimaced. "What we did in school, and after that when we were fighting Voldemort. It was all for the greater good."

He snorted picking his sandwich back up. "Yeah, well so was that ring! My father told me it could save my marriage someday."

She choked on her sandwich. "How?"

He smirked at her. "Well, you get snippy when you are hungry, Hermione. I could take that real personal, but instead, I know you aren't really mad, you are just hungry."

She looked at him a bit shocked. "Well, okay, that's a valid situation but you don't just use it then. You use it all the time."

He nodded. "Yeah, so I have a theory. When you're physically close I can pick up on more but when you are far away it's just major things. I damn well should know if something is making you scared or sad when you aren't with me and why is it such a big deal if I know you are happy?"

Hermione shook her head but frowned, how was he managing to spin this? But, dammit that was a valid point. "Well, it's not fair though. I can't tell those things about you!"

His eyes widened and then he laughed. "It wouldn't work on me; I am too good at occlumency. My father mentioned that when my mother got better at that she was harder to read with this charm."

Hermione let out a large sigh and then looked down at her pocket where the ring rested. "So why did you tell me about it?"

Draco frowned at her looking a bit perplexed. "No idea, honestly. I just felt guilty all the sudden that you didn't know."

She narrowed her eyes at him and then let the plan form in her brain. "If I ask you to take it off, will you?"

Draco's eyes widened. "What like if we are together and you want me to take it off?"

She nodded. "Or if I want a day where you aren't spying on me?"

He frowned considering her. "I suppose," he said slowly and then clarified. "If I felt it was safe to do so."

She nodded realizing that was probably the best she was going to get from her Slytherin husband and that truthfully at least she knew what he was about. Besides if she took the ring away who knows what he would do next? So with a slight frown, she reached in her pocked and tossed the ring back to him.

"Fine. Have your Hermione mood ring back. But you better make sure you take it off when I ask you too or I will figure out a way to make you pay."

Draco caught the ring and grinned at her slipping it back on. "You can't hurt me any more than I can hurt you, baby."

She snorted. "I have managed to get around harder barriers when I put my mind to it, Draco Malfoy. I broke into Gringotts' remember?" She smiled sweetly as his eyes raised and she watched a bit of shock and weariness enter his face.

"Right. I should remember that."

Hermione nodded. "Yes, you should," and because she was still a bit angry at him she took another bite of her sandwich and then said sweetly. "So, have I ever told you how I kept a witch in a jar during our forth year?"

Draco looked at her tilting his head as if he was trying to decide if he should take her seriously. "Who?"

Hermione smiled and picked up a grape popping it into her mouth. "Rita Skeeter. She was an unregistered animagus and I caught her as a beetle spying on us for one of her awful stories so I stuck her in a jar imbued with an un breakable charm so she couldn't transform and didn't let her out until she agreed that she couldn't write stories for an entire year."

Draco looked at her in complete shock, he had known about that Skeeter woman being a beetle actually, but he had never known that Hermione had figured it out, and then a wide smile broke out across his face and he pointed his sandwich at her.

"You Hermione Malfoy, are definitely part Slytherin."

Hermione snorted and tossed a grape at him.

Notes:
Hermione really is rather Slytherin, wouldn't you agree?
Draco; did make a valid argument for the ring.

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Goyle, Ginny, Hermione and…. Ron?
Oh, this might be interesting.