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: Maps, Maroon Five
Lyric of choice: Following the map that leads to you/ I just can't get over you.

Grammarly is my Beta: 7-17

Charmed to You

Chapter 30
Promises Kept

The next two weeks were the best Hermione could remember in a long time. Draco kept his word and was home every night for dinner. He also let her pick out things they could do on dates. So, she took him to the movies and to the theater. He set up a movie room in their wing of the manor and they watched DVD's and ate popcorn. They even went dancing!

They also talked, something she was embarrassed to realize they had not done enough of before they had married, and certainly not enough of after they were married. They had focused too much on the physical aspect of their relationship and not built up the emotional one.

Hermione knew that she was in love with her husband now. There wasn't an 'if' or a 'when' in that statement. She was head over heels in love with the rather complicated man she had bonded her soul to. He made her laugh, he frustrated her greatly, he challenged her to think outside of her comfort zone, and she knew that she would die for this man.

The night he finally told her about living with the Dark Lord she silently cried all over his chest in bed. He was rather stoic as he talked about receiving the dark mark, the first reveal he had been forced to attend, his fear for his mother, his anger at his father.

He was crying when he told her about the necklace Katie Bell had been cursed by. They didn't talk about Ron being poisoned, probably because he didn't want to hurt her by telling her that story. But he did talk about that fateful night Dumbledore had died on the Astronomy Tower.

Hermione saw the night through his eyes and it left her rather shaken. His friends had been in the castle and she had never appreciated how terrified he must have been that night. Not that it excused his choices, which had been terrible, but he had been a son, worried for his mother.

"Did you ever really believe in Voldemort and his agenda?" She asked softly.

He tensed and then let out a long sigh. "I am sure I did. I was raised with it, raised to fear and respect that thing of a man," his tone was full of anger. "But as I grew up it was mostly just an act, a script someone else had written for me, and I had to play my part. If I didn't play that part and play it well, I would die and my mother would be raped and killed in front of me."

Hermione shuddered. "So you didn't hate muggles?"

Draco was quiet a moment and then said truthfully. "I did, for most of my life, yes I did. I even hated you when we were younger. But I didn't have a good reason to hate Muggles or Muggle Borns. When I figured that out it was too late to change, or so I thought."

Hermione was rubbing circles around his abdomen as she considered that. "But when you had a choice?"

"I went out and got to know Muggles and I ended up finding that they were not the vile despicable filth I had been taught they were. The more I learned the more I wanted to know and the angrier I got. I still have a hard time forgiving my father for what he subjected me to. My mother never really said much about Muggles, but my father shared his views all the time."

Hermione was quiet for a moment and then asked tentatively. "Has he changed?"

Draco rubbed his hands down her back and pulled her more firmly against his chest. "Yes, to a point. You helped a lot with that actually."

Hermione looked up in surprise. "Me?"

Draco laughed softly nodding. "Yes, you. You are the brightest witch of our age. Probably the brightest witch of this century; and you are Muggle Born. The more he knew about you the more it called into question all of his pureblood mania. But he is very prideful and he does still find our traditions to be worth keeping. He's rather annoyed with us for not wearing robes around town."

Hermione grinned up at her husband who was grinning back at her. "Truthfully that's half the fun of doing it," Hermione whispered.

Draco leaned down to kiss her and teased. "That's not very nice, Mrs. Malfoy."

She shook her head and then yawned. "He seems really excited about the baby; he came and had lunch with me twice this week."

Draco laughed. "That's because I told him you forget to eat. He has decided that if he shows up you are required to eat with him and his grandson will be well fed."

Hermione rolled her eyes. "You are all being silly. I eat plenty."

Draco hugged her and pulled the comforter up around them. "I can ask him to stop if you want me to?"

Hermione shook her head. "Oh no, please don't do that. He is utterly fascinating Draco. He seems to know everyone's secrets. It's so fun to sit with him at the Ministry and listen to him tell you all about anyone who walks by. His memory is rather impressive."

Draco laughed. "Yeah, when you run for Minister of Magic he will know exactly who we can blackmail and bribe."

Hermione hit him in the chest. "Draco!"

Draco grabbed her hand bringing it up to his mouth. "What? He will."

She smirked and cuddled into his chest. "You have to forgive him, Draco. Eventually, you are going to have to forgive him and your mother."

Draco sighed and didn't say anything to that. Hermione didn't push the issue anymore. They could talk about this again another time, for now, it was good enough that it had been said.

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Draco sat back in the muggle restaurant and waited for Hermione to arrive. She was running late and he could sense her anxiety, although it seemed work related. Ten minutes later when she rushed in he pulled her into him and moved them to a corner so he could snog her senseless. When his ring quit burning with her anxiety and moved to desire he let her up for air.

"What made you late?"

She smiled at him a bit dreamily for a moment before she collected herself and leaned up to kiss him one more time. "Old wizards who like to hear themselves talk."

Draco grinned and moved them to the host waiting on them so that he could take them to their table. "Ah," he said simply, knowing that she was working on a project right now for Kingsley.

Once they were seated he looked her over, happy that she no longer looked exhausted and that she was flushed with a healthy glow. She raised an eyebrow at him and he grinned stupidly at her. "You look beautiful," he laughed as she ducked her head but smiled at the compliment. "I wanted to go to France this weekend," h said after the waiter had left with their order.

This got her attention. "I am always up for going to France with you," she said sincerely.

Draco felt his grin spread across his face. "Good, and this time there is no business meetings to schedule around. I thought we could go looking for antiques for our wing of the manor."

Hermione smiled at this looking away for a moment before she nodded. "I think that sounds lovely, although I can't picture you enjoying furniture shopping."

He raised his glass at her. "That sounds a bit like a challenge, wife."

Hermione raised her own glass of water and smirked over it. "I think it was husband."

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If they had made a bet, Hermione would have lost. Draco had a blast furniture shopping with her, and Hermione had rather a lot of fun herself. They even managed to find a few things for the nursery and she was enchanted when he took her into some muggle shops to find things for the baby that would be normal in a Muggle nursery.

She dragged him into a Muggle book store and bought out the parenting and pregnancy sections. He rolled his eyes but didn't say anything, and she even saw that he had snuck in a couple books on fatherhood into his stack.

Sunday they arrived home happy but exhausted.

"I think I will take the morning off," Hermione said falling onto the bed and smiling at her husband who was stripping off his jumper. They had again been only in Muggle clothing, his parents would be horrified.

"I don't see why we can't have a bit of a lie in," he said falling down onto the bed next to her and placing his hand on her tummy.

"How is he doing?"

Hermione smiled. "She is doing very well and she thanks you for asking."

Draco chuckled and sat up. "Would you two like a bath with me?"

Hermione felt her stomach flip a bit, they had made love all weekend but he was still able to turn her on with just a suggestion. And by the suggestive look in his eyes, she knew that he knew that she was already getting wet for him.

"I thought you said you couldn't possibly make love to me again today?" She teased as she allowed him to pull her into the bathroom.

He shrugged and then gave her a seductive grin. "That was before lunch."

She threw back her head laughing as she let him pull her jumper over her head and start to unbutton her jeans. His hands skimmed her stomach tenderly and he laid kisses all around her belly button as he pulled her jeans off of her. Soon she was standing in front of him naked while he still had his jeans and undershirt on. She yanked at his shirt pulling it off of him and kissed him rather frantically.

"Strip," she said after a long kiss.

He chortled and did as she asked, turning off the water and then stepping into the tub helping her in. She sighed as she sank down into his arms and let him pull her hair up and secure it with a clip that she kept by the tub.

"Oh, that feels heavenly."

He was kissing down her neck and massaging her shoulders. When his hands moved to cup her tender breasts she let out a low moan. He gently teased her nipples and bit at her ear lobe. "Turn around."

She shivered as his deep voice washed over her. He was just as randy as she was lately and she was very grateful for that fact. She allowed him to turn her so that she was facing him and then she sat up as he slowly let her sink down onto his hardness. They both hissed and then she sat there for a moment, their foreheads touching and their breath mingling.

"Draco, help me move."

He let out a low moan and then set his hands around her fuller waist and slowly lifted her, helping her to set a slow and steady rhythm.

Neither cared that they were leaving a very obvious mess in the bathroom or that they both did indeed end up missing work the next morning having had a well-deserved lie in.

Author Notes:
I know it was a bit fluffy. I might have been high on meds when writing this and listening to my Ed Sheeran station on pandora. Hope you liked it.

We had to put our lab down today, the kids are rather upset. (left up to remember what was happening in life when I posted this chapter)

Cjean