A/N: chapters from this point on, will be in Hermione's POV, as I feel it will flow better. Thanks for the wonderful reviews. I'll try to make this story great!

Chapter 1

If I thought the garden was beautiful, there was nothing to say about the house... no, sorry the three-storey mansion.

It was almost like a castle from those fairy tales I used to read about when I was a young girl, on a much smaller scale of course. Plants and flowers surrounded its base, wall flowers expended nearly the entire spread of the wall of the mansion. Windows. There were so many windows. Large and small, half-moon shaped ones and tinted ones. I spot a gazebo far off to the side, equally as decorative with flowers. So many flowers.

He knows my passion for them, that's for sure...it's just a shame I can't remember anything else. Not of our life or...relationship. It saddens me, because my body knows him. I suppose it'll all come back to me soon enough. Or so I hope.

"This is our home?" I said, trying not to let the dark thoughts ruin the moment. I feel my heart take off once again and a smile spreads across my face. I suppose money isn't an issue for us, that we're able to afford such a place.

Wait, why would I think that? I never once cared about...that sort of thing. Ever. But oddly enough, I feel that I had some sort of conversation about it. And more than once too... well whatever it is, Malfoy and I are clearly over it.

"Clearly the sun's made you a little disoriented love, but yes, this is our home." I hear Malfoy say, breaking me out of my reverie

Yes, it is quite obvious I've been out in the sun too long.

I gaze back to the endless garden and sigh. I cannot get over how beautiful it is! I found myself wanting to stay here for the rest of my days. A garden always gave me a sense of comfort. So I am not completely surprised that he found me asleep here. I just wish I wasn't such on edge from that nightmare.

"Hermione?"

Malfoy just called to me, gripping my hand a little harder in the process and I feel a similar tug on my heart.

"Sorry, it's just...the garden, it's so beautiful...I got lost in thought"

I turn to stare at him. And really, I didn't mean to blatantly stare but, Malfoy's just... extremely handsome, not that I am vain or anything, I mean yes it's nice if your mate is rather pleasant on the eyes, but personality is first and foremost! Just look at Ron! He wasn't all that great-looking but his heart was - whoa hang on. There's no comparison between those two... they are two entirely different people! Besides Ron is quite selfish and rude and just down right annoying! Then again, if it weren't for that...dream I probably wouldn't even be thinking about Ron!

I distract myself by looking into Malfoy's gorgeous grey eyes. My heart flutters. Strange, it's been doing that quite a bit lately, I'm starting to get concerned. Or maybe it really is just the heat talking?

Another great trait about Malfoy is that he's rather tall. About a foot or so over me, and even more minus the wedges on my feet. His frame is a little on the slight side, practically on par with mine. But he's always been like that... and he's not scrawny like Ron. He has some muscle, clearly from his days playing Quidditch back at Hogwarts.

My eyes trail up to his blond hair. Watching as it danced away in the gentle warm breeze. I always admired some length of hair on a man. This length, the one that just passes the ears, just long enough to run my fingers through it. Which I so desperately want to do right now...

However, Malfoy was already a step ahead of me. It caught me by surprise when he scooped me up into his arms bridal style and Apparated us inside.

"You could've warned me you were going to do that!" I sneer at him, unable to contain my fear. I always hated Side-Long Apparition. Even more so when I wasn't expecting it! My heart is racing now. I bury my head against his neck, inhaling the forest scent from him to calm myself down. I wanted him to hold on to me forever. It feels so right.

"Well I asked you, but clearly you weren't listening..."

"I-wait, what?"

I blink, trying to recall a bit of the conversation Malfoy claimed to say, but nothing came. I had been far too focused on his face to really listen. I feel the heat rush to my cheeks at the aspect of Malfoy catching me staring at him. So much for being discreet.

I feel him lower me down and I frown at the loss of contact, if only for a moment before back connects with the incredibly soft and billowy sheets. A bed...his bed? No, our bed. A sigh escapes my lips as I sink deep down into the mattress. So comfy.

When he didn't answer me, I went to ask him again, until my eyes caught sight of our bedroom, distracting me completely. We have a balcony looking over that beautiful garden, floor-to-ceiling windows with navy blue curtains, a small wooden ceiling fan... light blue painted walls, white and silver furnishings...

My favourite colours...

I watched Malfoy, take the letter from out of my hands. Had I really been holding it all this time? Then he proceeded to take a seat beside me to remove my shoes. I flinched slightly once I felt his finger run along the instep of my foot. One of my ticklish spots, but I know if I tell him to stop he'll just get a joy out of it...

He then pressed his knuckles against my forehead. His hand feels cool to me, reawakening the shivers down my body, and the rapid pace of my heart. Or was that because of the proximity? I must say, he smells so good, it's making me giddy.

"Look, I only asked because I know you don't like Apparating for the little things," He said before magicking up a wash cloth and bowl. I watched him dip it into the water and then placed it upon my forehead. Its coolness sent a chill down my spine and to my toes. "But on the same lines, I wasn't about to carry you up a flight of one hundred stairs in that heat."

I smile, "And yet you're wearing jeans? That doesn't make the least bit of sense..." talking to him felt so natural. I have no idea why I had thought he didn't like me before.

"Yeah, I didn't realize at the time. Anyway, this should help with the delirium,"

I see Malfoy wave a vial of pale pink liquid, fit for one dose, in my face. Odd. I know my potions and I certainly don't ever recall seeing something like that before!

"What is it?" I say, voicing my confusion.

"Don't even recognize your own work, love? It's a Refresher Potion. Brewed specifically for heat stroke, nausea, or any other common ailment."

Wow that's impressive! Hang on, did he say my work? I don't even recall having any passion for being a Potioneer! Truth be told, I saw myself as a Professor. I watch his lips twitch as he unstoppered it.

"Of course you're still working on the kinks, as it does make the drinker either faint or swoon quite heavily. Luckily for you, you're already lying down,"

Oh well isn't that reassuring?

"But it does the job just fine. You managed to make it work under less than a minute,"

I did? Wow. That's impressive.

He passed me the vial, where I straightened my posture, being careful to not let the cloth slip from my head and hesitantly downed the potion in one go. The liquid burned down my throat and into my stomach and then the soothing waves shot right up my head and into my brain, blurring my vision almost instantly.

"Whoa,"

I lost the will to keep myself up straight and collapsed on to my back. I placed my hand to my temple, massaging it slightly.

"Told you," he said simply, taking the empty vial from my grasp and then taking a seat on the bed beside me. "But now that you've dealt with the stuff first hand, you might have a better chance of fixing it,"

"You think so?" I sigh, not feeling all that confident about it. I suppose once I am back to normal I'll be able to work it out. And find out more about our life together. For some reason I can't get past Hogwarts Graduation. He takes my hand within his and I smile.

His grip is stronger than I remember it being, but smoother to the touch. And then I saw it. A ring. A three stone diamond ring in white-gold upon my finger.

"Oh my god!" I cried, pulling away from Malfoy to inspect the ring's details. My heart pounded away as I stared blatantly at the cluster of diamonds! I've never seen such a beautiful ring in all my life. I wouldn't be surprised if this cost more than four-thousand Galleons!

"What, forgot you were wearing it?" He said in an amused tone, shaking his head.

Actually yes I did, but I wasn't going to let him know that. I even remember that night. The gentle music playing the background... the mingling couples around us. I can even hear those four words now. Those four magical words.

"Will you marry me?"

Hmm his voice sounded off just then, but I just blame it on the nerves. It is the most nerve-wracking event one can ever endure. Heck I can even feel my own nerves from that night. My racing heart, sweaty palms... much like it is right now.

My life is with Malfoy, but I really... well-

"Hermione?" Malfoy whispered to me, brushing back a strand of my hair behind my ear. So gentle and loving. Who would've guessed really? My mother has it right. Draco Malfoy is much more different from the boy I knew from school, I can see it from the mere five minutes I've just spent with him!

"Sorry, just... reminiscing" I hummed. I feel loads better now that the potion has done its job. He wasn't kidding. One minute and I am back to normal. I glance over to him, catching the smirk playing on his lips. Uh-oh I've seen that look before. He's up to something. I know he won't hurt me, but still...

"Yeah... it was quite the eventful day. Must say, giving you the day off was well worth it, your desk can vouch for that" he winked at me and my body just melted. Yes, this is exactly what I had feared when I saw that smirk. So...we were... uh, I mean, have been intimate. And...on a desk? Oh my. I guess we... um... that is to say, are adventurous?

I can feel the growing heat on my cheeks. Or did the room just increase ten degrees? Because the idea of having sex with Malfoy is... well... uh... hmm. I feel myself growing even more flustered than before. That is um... not an image I really need when I'm trying to relax.

"And again in the shower. I mean, it left us feeling all sweaty and... well you still had some energy left to burn. Gave me the incentive to give you more day's off during the week,"

If possible, I felt myself go even redder, I couldn't look at him in the eye anymore. So we're a little frisky... okay. That's um... interesting news. I'm not really sure of how I should feel about it. And to make matters worse, I catch him inching his way toward me...actually he's hovering over me now, knees at my waist, hands beside my head... is he going to kiss me? My breath catches and I grab a hold of his arms to stop him. I can feel his muscles underneath. Interestingly enough, I don't find that idea being that bad. In fact, I am rather curious of how it would be like with him. Kissing I mean.

Malfoy seems undeterred by the interruption, rather he looks pleased.

"And let's not forget to count the rounds after dinner."

Again? We... we had... um... God, is there anything else we do? I see Malfoy inch himself even closer to me, his lips a mere inch away from mine.

"Our personal record, really. Haven't been able to match it since, but we do like to try," and then he swept in, capturing my lips with his. Oh wow, are his lips soft... heavenly even. If I weren't already feeling a tad dizzy, I would feel it now. I'm a little hesitant at first, but after a few nips and pulls of our lips, Malfoy managed to coax me into full-on snogging. My heart and blood feel like they're competing in a race, it's such a rush, my body fills with such want, I can't seem to want to stop myself. He tastes amazing, smells so delicious, and his body feels like an out-of-body experience. And we're just kissing!

My hands go right to his head, my fingers lost in his ultra-soft locks of hair as I deepened the kiss.

More.

Perhaps it's because of the topic of intimacy, but I find myself ...longing for some kind of...physical connection with this man. I can't remember the last time we were together like that, only that it feels like it's been a lifetime...

At that, my hands acted on their own accord, as I moved them from his hair and gripped on to his shirt, yanking it up and tossing it off carelessly to the side. Wow, his skin is so smooth and warm, much like how I am feeling. I am just so warm, I find my dress itchy against my skin.

I hear my own feral moan once his mouth connects with the pulse point in my neck. I feel him reach under my back, to pull down the zipper of my dress. I feel his hands against my skin for a brief moment before he starts to bunch up my dress up to my waist and then chest, where I pulled away to rid myself of the piece of clothing for him.

He remained poised above me. Staring at me...and then my body.

I always hated pausing... not that I should feel embarrassed or anything, I just makes me rethink what I am doing. I don't want that. Call it hormones or whatever, but hell, I need this distraction. I catch the glazed-over look in his eyes for a second before I pull him back to me so we can resume kissing. The strong, passionate kissing with nips and tongue that only grew more intense over time. I return my fingers to his hair, pulling on a few strands slightly once I felt his hand curl around my back for a second time, bringing me flush against him.

I hear a small voice telling me to stop, warning me that it's too soon, but I am too far gone in the sensations of it all, to even care. He clearly wants me and I, him. We're engaged so... why the hell not?

His lips find my neck again and I arch myself toward him. It's no wonder we're like animals... it's rapturous. I latch on to his pants, and hastily unbuttoned them. His moan is like music to my ears.

But then he pulls back.

"What?" I find myself saying. Had I done something wrong? I... I oh no. I-

"There's an owl," he growled pulling himself into a kneeling position, my eyes immediately drawn to his heaving chest. Oh I want to be up against that again... to feel more of him.

"That annoying pecking is ruining the moment,"

What?! I glance over to where he's looking. A Black Eagle owl sat pecking away at the window. Weird... I didn't even hear it.

He slips off the bed, and yanked open the window to grab the letter.

Wow.

For a slight frame he still managed to pack on some muscle. I pick myself up on to my elbows and saw four long slivers of blood over his left shoulder-blade... clearly I scratched him. Oops.

I turn away when he faces me again.

"Blaise and Red are gonna be late," he tosses the offending letter to the side and rubs his hands over his face and then glares at the bird, "You nearly broke the window for this?"

I chewed on the inside of my cheek watching Draco run his hand through his hair. It's like his friend knew we...would be...well... occupied. Now that the moment has passed, I got up to retrieve my dress and shoes. It's time to get on with my day... whatever that entailed. Wait a minute. He said Red. There was only one person he ever called that... Ginny.

Blaise Zabini and Ginny are together? Really? Huh... how weird I thought her one and true love was Harry? But...

"Wait, what do you mean they're going to be late?" I don't try to contain my worry. Did we have a prior engagement somehow?

I hear Draco laugh, "Still disoriented? For the dinner party tonight, love"

Dinner party? We're hosting a party? But I... um... oh. Okay that's not so bad...

"Don't tell me you forgot!"

"Well... no I just thought it already happened..." yes, I remember the clanging of glasses, the hurrah's and laughter...

Draco shook his head, "That was with your mum," he walks over to me and kisses me lightly on the temple and I feel dizzy once again.

"This time, it's just our friends..."

I feel his arm around me, tugging on the straps. "But that's not for a few hours. So in the mean time... where were we?"

I latched on to his shoulders and pushed him back, "Oh no you don't. If I have a dinner to plan... I need to get-"

He kissed me. Brushing away my hands so I was once again, flush against him. Oh it would've been so easy to just give in right now, my body wanted it. I wanted it... but I couldn't. Not when there are things to get done!

"N-No" I hiss, pulling my lips away from him. Draco however, just proceeded to kiss down the column of my neck, "Draco..." I feel his lips twitch against my skin and my toes curl.

"Draco I'm serious!" Is he-oh... that felt nice.

"So am I..." he murmurs and my dress falls to the floor once again, "I've been away all morning, the least I can do is enjoy you while I can before we have to endure company"

I um... well I guess that answers my question of what we do during the day...

He kissed me again and all fight was lost.

Holy damn.

That's all I can really say about it. It was fast, frantic and just damn thrilling. I've never felt anything like it. It was just so intense.

"Wow," he says in a panting breath. "I think that rivals with last night,"

Last night?

I turn to him, waiting for more, but nothing came. No, instead he just smirked, that all-knowing, make-my-knees-weak smirk!

"Or this morning, take your pick"

He rolls over and captures my lips with his once again. I feel the fire burn with me once more, but I choose to ignore it this time. Or else nothing will get done.

"Draco," I say, pulling myself away with extreme difficulty. "I really need to get started on the party!"

I hear him sigh, no doubt he isn't happy with that, "Yes as much as I would like to spend the entire day here, but you're right"

I redress myself for the second time, "Alright so... what are the numbers again?"

Draco rolls back on to his back, covering his eyes with his arm. "Your friends, Potter, Red, and Irish with their squeezes, Loony, Blaise, and Hannah. Plus Theo and Daphne, Pansy and Longbottom, Greg and Brown."

Pansy's with Neville?

And Lavender's with Goyle?!

What the heck? But wait... he forgot Ron.

"What about Ron?" I say fixing up my hair, "Isn't he coming too?"

"What are you on about love? Ron died in the war years ago"

E/N: It's safe to say, this is a little fluffier than my other story. ;)