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"She has not been home for days, Monica," he dragged on.

I sighed, signing the last document of the day. It appears that the commoners wanted a new ship port on the north-eastern coast of Gryffindor. If there's going to be a new port in the makes, I might as well decree that a second one be made as well. After all, the war with the Slytherin Kingdom is over, and I'm sure they would benefit wonders from our exports as we would benefit from their exports. I smiled, I heard that the Slytherin Kingdom had the most luxurious black diamonds; oh, how I wanted a pendant and even a ring to match it!

"You heard Harry, Wendell, I'm sure she is just fine under the watch of Prince Draco."

I dipped the quill into the bottle of ink and started writing the proclamation for a port with the Slytherin Kingdom.

I heard my husband sigh, "Might I just pop into the Malfoy's castle just to see if she is really all right?"

Despite his plea, I continued writing.

"I am sure she is doing fine, Wendell, there is no reason to disrupt the newly engaged couple. The wedding will be held just a month from now. If she is in some sort of danger, I'm sure Hermione will overcome it, after all," I turned to him, handing the document into his outstretched hand, "we raised her well, dear."

He smiled and took the document. Grabbing a quill to sign the declaration, he stopped.

"Another port? Didn't we just sign some papers for the port?"

I smiled sweetly, "Yes, darling, but I wanted a port –"

"With the Slytherin Kingdom?" he cut in.

"Yes, we are at peace with them now, so we should begin trading immediately. After all, our economy hasn't been at its peak during the war, dear."

He nodded and handed the signed document to me, "Does this have to do with those black diamonds you've always wanted?"

I smiled, "Well, if they so choose to export some to us, why not?"

He chuckled.

Fwoosh.

I ducked my head just in time before the bludger knocked my head out of proportion. I sat down on the benches, watching as the players zoom across the sky. I placed the picnic basket beside me, they should be hungry by now. Princess Hermione had always put the responsibility upon me to bring lunches to the team, especially Ronald and Harry.

"Try and block this one, Ronald!" Dean Thomas shouted at Ronald competitively.

He threw the Quaffle and Ronald flew eastward to block it from the golden ring, nearly falling off his broomstick in the process.

"Good one, mate!" Ronald shouted in return.

He threw the Quaffle back to Dean and looked downwards, catching my stare.

He smiled, "Is it time for lunch already, Luna?"

I nodded, knowing that even if I shouted, he wouldn't hear me. I gestured him to call the other players for a break.

"Hey, guys, lunch is here!" Ronald announced as he made his way through his team mates and flew down towards the benches.

Four other familiar faces, Ronald, Harry, Ginny, and Dean, joined me for their daily lunches.

"Where are the others?" I questioned.

"Katie and Demelza are on a vacation with their families," Ginny replied.

"I believe Jimmy and Richie are doing the same," Harry responded, wondering if it were that they had said to him three days ago.

"And McLaggen's dragon has scalerow, so he's watching him for a while," Ronald responded rather proudly that he remembered.

"I thought McLaggen had the vanishing sickness," Dean interrupted as Ronald's proud reign deteriorated.

I smiled, "Well, you guys should dig in, there's plenty of food. I made cauldron cakes, chocolate eclairs, and as usual, Ronald, I bought a couple of chocolate frogs for you."

I passed out the food for everyone and we all chatted.

"The Quidditch match against Ravenclaw is in two months, so we're practicing hard for it," Dean spoke, anxious to win.

"We're totally going to win," Ginny responded with a bright smile.

"Fwe'll," Ronald began, but remembered his manners and swallowed quickly, "We'll win the tournament for the third year in a row, won't we, Harry?"

"Let's not get our hopes too high, you should know, Luna, Ravenclaw has been training hard as well, am I right?"

I smiled, even thought I was born in the Ravenclaw Kingdom, I've learned to love the Gryffindor Kingdom.

"Yes, they are getting very good; I read about it in the Quibbler my father owled me a week ago."

Ronald swallowed the last of his chocolate frog and stood up, "Well, if Luna says they're getting better, then we should get even more better."

Ginny placed a hand on her elder brother's shoulder, "Ronald, you've never had a way with words," giving him a smile.

"What?! You'd better run, Gin,"

"You know, Ronald, she's right," Dean and Harry shouted before they started running with Ginny.

"That's right! You'd better bloody run!"

I laughed, "Ronald, here."

He turned around, "I found another chocolate frog in the bottom of the basket, I know you love them more than anyone else, so I saved it for you."

He took it quickly, "Thanks a bunch, Luna," and he bended down to hug me.

Nervously, I returned his hug before he waved and ran after the others.

I smiled and left the field with the basket.

She sat in front of my desk as one of my house elves, Orenda, brushed her hair and put it into a neat bun, leaving a few strands to frame her face. When she was finished, she bowed and apparated out of the room, leaving Hermione and I alone. She looked into the mirror, looking at herself.

"Your house elf did a good job; she bathed me, dressed me … Might I have her name so I may thank her properly?"

I could tell that she was looking at me through the mirror. I smiled and walked up behind her, placing my hands on her shoulders.

"Her name is Orenda, but my father wouldn't appreciate you giving gifts to a house elf; he's rather strict about it, too."

"I see."

I gazed into the mirror, "Do you like the dress?"

She smoothed the silk on her lap, "Of course, I do, it's gorgeous. Please, give your mother my thanks."

I nodded and leaned over her shoulder to pick up a pin; it was flower with sapphire crystals as the petals. Gently, I slipped it on the underside the the hair bun and watched as the two strings of three fine diamonds dangled off the flower.

I picked up a mirror and shone it towards the back of her head, so she can see it in the mirror in front of her, "That pin looks beautiful, Draco."

I smirked, "Nothing is every too much for a Malfoy."

Placing the mirror on the table, I leaned down to kiss her cheek. The way she smiled and placed her hand in my hair was enough to get me anxious for more. She stood up and went into my open arms, embracing me. We stood still for a while before she spoke.

"I should probably go home, I've been away from the castle for three days."

I frowned, things were going so well. Even if I just let her go back to her parents, I still wanted her here, in my embrace.

"I'm sure your parents know you're fine, Hermione," I spoke, hoping she wouldn't leave – not yet.

She placed her palms on my chest and leaned away from me, "Draco," she laughed, "I'm not leaving, I'm going to tell my parents that I'm fine. If you want, you can come as well."

I pondered, it was a good idea, but the fact that I would be on Gryffindor grounds got to me. The last time I was there, I was surrounded by flowers and nature and other sorts of such. I wasn't a fan of nature, not at all.

"Alright, but I get to stay within the castle walls, I don't want to face Weasley if he's on the grounds," I agreed.

I felt her falter, I knew that bringing up the Weasel would stir up some hard feelings, but it was the truth.

"I still love him, you know, he's like a brother to me, Draco."

I sighed and embraced her once again, "I know, I know, I'm just," I paused, what was I?

"I just don't want anyone to take you from me now that I have you to myself, Hermione."

She looked up at me with her bright brown eyes and smiled, "You are very cliché, Mr. Malfoy."

I leaned down towards her and my nose touched hers, "Well, you fell for a very cliché man, Mrs. Malfoy."

I smiled and kissed my soon-to-be-wife, my fiancée, my Hermione.

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