AN: I've decided not to write in the first-person pov. Its hard trying to get everyone's feeling in.

CHAPTER 05

Her first week of marriage went by before she had any time to think. The day after the meeting with his parents, all her things were moved into Summer's Bluff. The third day he had left her to her own devices while he went to finish some business dealings out of the country. On the fourth day they got into an argument over the phone about going to meet her parents. The fifth day proved to be the worst when he did not arrive home, as he had promised and missed the dinner with her parents.

And when he got home late at night on the sixth day he found the house empty.

"Hello?" She asked with sleep in her voice.

"Where the hell are you?" The angry voice shouted into her ears, waking her from her sleepy state.

"Malfoy?"

"Who else?"

She grimaced, "What do you want?"

"Why aren't you here?"

"You're back?" Stupid question to ask, she thought a second after she asked.

"Yes. And why aren't you here?"

She did not answer.

"Well?"

"Well?" She asked in disbelief. "You ignorant ass! You didn't bother to call, didn't bother to let me know you were going to leave me to face my parents alone and you expect me to be there waiting for you? I don't care what you want to say and I don't care what excuse you have! I don't want to listen to it! You promised me we would have dinner with my parents and explain everything and then you never show up. Well, here is something; you can go an find yourself another wife!"

She shouted into the phone and hung up, a satisfied smile on her face. But just as she was about to go back to sleep the phone rang again, and without thinking she answered it.

"I'm coming to pick you up."

"W-what?" The other line was dead before she had time to think. He could not have been coming for her! He did not even know where she was!

But, true to his words, an hour later there was a knock on her parent's door. After his announcement she had been in shock, but had gotten up to go and wait in her parent's living room, just in case he really was coming. She jumped at the first knocking and then hurried to the door, and without even looking out of the peep-hole she opened the door.

A scowling Malfoy stood before her, drenched in rain.

"Oh!" Someone gasped from the hallway.

Hermione turned around to see her parents standing behind her, all staring at the rain soaked man standing in the doorway.

"I'm sorry I missed the dinner. One of my employees was in an accident and I did not have time to call home to let Hermione know that I would not make it."

"Oh, that's understandable. You had pressing business to attend to. Besides, we can have dinner anytime." Mrs. Granger said with a smile to Draco.

Hermione bit her bottom lip; he was already charming her mother with his smooth voice and innocent smile.

"Thank you Ma'am."

"Well, it's late. Why don't you stay the night with us and then you and Hermione can go home on the morrow?" Mrs. Granger said as she looked from Draco to Hermione with a charming smile.

"Thank you."

"No." They said at the same time.

"What Hermione means," Malfoy began, giving Hermione a challenging look, "Is that we would be happy to stay and then return in the morning."

She almost let out a sigh of defeat when her mother beamed at them and hurried to find an extra pair of pajamas for her son-in-law.

"Tinkerbelle."

She slept on the far side, on one side of the bed, while he took up the other half.

"Go to sleep, I'm tired." She said, not wanting to talk to him at the moment.

The bed shifted and she was rolled onto her back with Malfoy's frame over her, his grey eyes boring down at her.

"W-what are you doing? We agreed not to—"

"Would you shut up and listen to me for a minute?"

She closed her mouth and moved her hands to come up and clench the neck of her sleeping gown together, dividing the space between them. He stared down at her with something in his eyes, then slowly he moved back to sit beside her, one hand ran through his hair as he looked away.

"I'm sorry." He said after a while of silence.

She said nothing, sensing that there was more to be said and that for Malfoy it was harder to say 'sorry' and 'please'.

"One of the crew members on one of my ships fell off the plank and was rushed to the hospital. I had to inform his family and take care of the media, so I got detained and forgot about the dinner."

She remained silent, and he thought she would remain so, but she slowly sat up and reached out to lightly touch his shoulder.

"I'm sorry." She whispered.

"So," he turned to smile at her, the strain in his voice gone, "Still up to being my wife?"

She frowned at him, pulling her hand away.

"I'll call next time if something comes up."

She continues to look at him with doubt.

"Hermione."

"Oh, alright. Now can we go to sleep?" She said and flopped down onto her pillow, rolling to her side so that her back was to him again. He grinned with triumph then settled back down to lay beside her.

"Tinkerbelle."

There was no answer.

"Hermione."

He heard her sigh in irritation and could not help but chuckle.

"What?"

"Goodnight."

"Mmm." Came a soft mumble from the small form beside him.

He stared up at the dark ceiling, listening to her slow even breaths. When he was sure she was sleeping he turned to his side of the bed and closed his eyes, and for the first time in weeks he drifted into a peaceful sleep.

Waking up was one of the things she dragged doing when she was up late the night before, but light shone into the room, and an internal clock in her mind was set to wake her up even if she did not want to. Gradually she shifted her body to the other side, away from the light and snuggled into the warmth waiting for her there. She smiled contently and listened to the soft beating of a heart, letting its even rhythm carry her back to her dreams. Then just as suddenly as she was drifting she jolted awake, sitting up from the bed, causing a hiss of pain to come from beneath her. Her eyes widened as she stared down at her husband, she looked at him as if asking how he had found his way to her side of her bed without her knowing it.

When he stopped rubbing his chin to glare at her, she turned a bright shade of pink and jumped out of bed before either of them could say anything to the other. This, he thought as he watched her scramble into the closet for clothes before running into the adjoined bathroom, was going to be a very interesting year.

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