Now Hogwarts was built on it's house rivalries. But when Draco and Hermione arrived back at Hogwarts this house rivalry was unable to be seen. The first sight which seemed to startle them the most was a Gryffindor and Slytherin canoodling in a seemingly deserted hallway. Everywhere they turned there seemed to be mixed house relationships not all as intimate as others although still relationships. People were helping each other with homework, gossiping and well just generally getting along. This was completely unheard of and unusual. It took a lot for something to be unusual in the wizarding world but this was just that.

'Harry,' Hermione cried as her friend went to turn the corner up ahead.

'Hermione,' he exclaimed with a rather puzzled look.

'Potter, what is going on here? Walking in we saw a Gryffindor and a Slytherin getting cosy and the rest of the school. What on earth is happening?'

'Well since you and Hermione got married others have been recieving their letters from the ministry very few people are actually marrying someone from their house. I suppose they thought that if Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy can be civil they can too.'

'This is amazing Harry. To think Draco darling that we started this,' Hermione was a little too excited for Draco's liking but none the less he smiled.

'Sweetheart you called me darling. Let's not do that in front of the arch nemesis shall we,' he replied a sarcastic smile painting it's way across his face.

'Get used to it darling,' Hermione said and began to walk off in the opposite direction.

'Potter I don't know how you have put up with her for so long!'

'You'll get used to it, darling,' Harry replied before running around a corner so as not to be hexed by the ever reddening Slytherin.

Draco came back to their combined common room to find Hermione sitting on the floor next to the couch tears streaming down her face. She looked up for a brief moment before she quickly looked away and began wiping away her tears.

'Hermioine, sweetheart, what's the matter?'

'Nothing Draco. Don't worry about it,' she replied shakily.

'Don't you dare lie to me, Hermione Gr- Malfoy!'

'I'm sorry. It was here when I got here I didn't know what to do. I didn't want to tell you.'

'What was here? Why wouldn't you tell me?'

Hermione got up from where she was sitting walked over to the the coffee table picked up a letter and handed it to Draco. Who opened it to find a letter in a script he recognised all to well.

Dearest Daughter-in-Law,

I hope you are not expecting to stay married to my son for long. Divorce him now or as soon as possible or else there will be consequences for both of you. I am not afraid to kill my son or my first grandchild so beware. Leave my son he is not worthy of you, you are dirt below his feet worthy of well... NOTHING!

Yours Sincerely,

Lucius Malfoy a.k.a Father-in-Law

Draco could not believe it of all things his father had never threatened his own life. He did not particularly care of course but to threaten his yet to be conceived unborn child now that was low.

'Hermione, why weren't you going to tell me about the letter?'

'I didn't want to worry you, I just want us to live a normal life.'

'We live in the wizarding world our lives stopped being normal the moment we were born with a magical bone in our bodies.'

'He would not really hurt our first child would he? I know we don't have one but still.'

'I don't think he will. He is weak and has no cause to fight for. The Dark Lord is dead he no longer has a puppet master to tell him what to do.'

'The Dark Lord? Draco I don't feel comfortable with you calling him that.'

'I'm sorry old habits die hard, Voldemort? Is that better?'

'I suppose so. Look I just want to go to bed. I need some rest.'

The next morning Hermione woke to find herself in a warm embrace. Her darling husband's armed wrapped around her waist and his face resting behind her. She rolled into him and got as close to him as she possibly could. That was when she felt it. It was digging into her thigh and she couldn't help but giggle at her current situation. Draco woken by the sudden noise became quickly aware of his situation in the lower department.

'How long have you been awake?'

'Not long, I'm sorry I woke you. I couldn't help but laugh at your situation.'

Draco kissed Hermione hoping that it may eventually disappear. Thank Merlin it was Saturday was all Draco could think as he continued to make out with his wife. It was still such a strange idea. A mere 17 years of age and married what was this world coming too.

'Draco I have an idea.'

'Please be one I like.'

She reached down and began to pull down his boxers. Draco knew for sure he was going to like this idea. Draco began to take off Hermione's top until they were both lying their with nothing on but their birthday suits.

'You are the most beautiful woman I have ever met in my life.'

'Don't be stupid Draco there are far more beautiful women in this world than me.'

'Well I am yet to meet one of them.'

They began to make love with not a care as to the world outside. When they awoke from their nap there seemed to be a tapping sound coming from the window. Draco got up to find an owl with a letter addressed to himself.

Draco,

Seems to be a lead as to the where abouts of your father. Aurors are trying hard to get him but are worried because he seems to be in this general direction. Suggest you keep Hermione close and possibly ask for a bit of help from Potter. If your father's as close as they think he is, then your old man has gone truly mad.

- Zabini

I would like to apologise for not posting for over a month or something along those lines. I just could not think of what to write. I realise this isn't much better and you may think that nothing is better than this. Please read and review. I am considering stopping writing this one and starting a new fanfiction with a better plot/storyline that I'll enjoy writing and you'll enjoy reading. If you like this review or else I will end it. Enjoy!