As they walked to the reception the awkwardness between them seemed to disappear. The Room of Requirements had been transformed into a ballroom with decor that matched the ceremony. Everything was white except for the arrangement on the table which held silver and gold roses. There was a large dance floor in the centre and a table up the front for the bridal party to sit on. As they crossed the dance floor to their table Draco gave Hermione a quick spin.

"What was that for?" Hermione asked wide grin across her face.

"I don't know. We are married now may as well enjoy it," he replied with his trademark wink.

Whilst sitting waiting for their meal Draco was finally able to take in the situation. Not only was he married but he was married to Hermione Granger. The one person growing up he was taught to hate with no remorse. Yet he merely skimmed past that thought as he took in her radiant beauty. At school he had never quite noticed Hermione's womanly curves and rounded face. She was in all meanings of the word beautiful. He was so lost in his daydream he didn't hear Hermione talking to him.

"Draco, why are you staring at me?" Hermione asked rather confused. "Draco Malfoy snap out of it," she said a little louder this time. When he didn't move she pinched his hand until he let out a cry.

"Hermione why are you abusing me? Only 2 hours into this marriage and already with the domestic violence," sarcasm flooding his words.

The night went on until that late hours of the evening. Hermione's parents were still missing so Mr Weasley did the honours of the father daughter dance. There were the usual embarrassing speeches given by both sides of the bridal party. At the end of the evening Mrs Malfoy approached the newlyweds and handed them a box. Inside the white box was a rose of solid silver and gold. It's petals alternated between the two colours, it was absolutely stunning.

"When the two of you hold the rose it will take you to your honeymoon destination," Narcissa Malfoy declared with wink. "Have fun and I am expecting grandchildren so don't disappoint me." With that the pair looked each other in the eyes and held the rose in their hands.

They barely noticed that they had landed in a small cottage which over looked the sea.

"Hermione-"

"Yes Draco."

"I want you to know that, I actually do care about you. I wouldn't pressure you into anything you don't want to do. But the law says tonight's the night and... and..."

Hermione stood there in silence. She had realised from the start that the marriage would not be fully consummated if they did not have sex but she had not thought about the actual having sex until that moment. So many questions ran through her mind. Would it hurt? Would she like it? Would she hate it? Would she be bad at it? Would he hate it? Would he hate her? What if he doesn't like my body? What if he's not aroused by me?

"Draco, I'm just scared. What if it hurts? What if you don't like me? What if-"

"Hermione stop. I like you. You are so beautiful I don't see how you can't realise that. No more what ifs. I promise that it will be the most amazing experience of your life or I'll try to promise that."

Hermione walked over to her husband and threw her arms around his neck. Draco pulled her in and there they stood for a few moments simply holding each other.

"Draco carry me to the bed," Hermione whispered in his ear.

"As you wish Mrs Malfoy," he replied unable to hide his smile.

The next morning the pair awoke still holding each other in a tight embrace. Hermione was the first to wake and when she thought of what she had done last night her cheeks went bright crimson. She didn't realise how enjoyable sex could be. Looking at her sleeping husband reminded her of how he'd looked at her, they hadn't simply had sex they had made love. She got to see Draco in a way she had never thought possible.

Draco opened his eyes to see his blushing bride staring at him. He could only think how stunning she looked whilst wearing no clothes. Although he would never have admitted it, he actually used to think Hermione was hot. If she hadn't been a mudblood then perhaps he would have even tried something with her but his prejudice held him back.

"Good morning Mr Malfoy," Hermione said and kissed Draco's forehead.

"Good morning Mrs Malfoy," Draco replied.

They were both startled when a loud bang was heard from the front door followed by the sounds of a large timber door crashing. Before they could react Blaise was standing in their room.

"Draco, your dad's escaped."

Okay, I would like to apologise for not having written in a rather long time (maybe not too long). I had exams and holidays and the time just got carried away. I imagine some of you wanted a more raunchy love scene I thought I would write one but I just couldn't do it. This chapter is shorter than some but I really just wanted to get a chapter going so that I can continue writing and move forward. I realise this is not my best work it was more difficult to write than I thought it would be. Please review, tell me what you think, favourite part/character or whatever you like.