A/N: Hello, it's me... Just kidding, the song is stuck in my head. Anyway, we wanted to apologize for not being able to post last night! Shame on us, right? But please forgive us, and enjoy this chapter.
"But without the dark, we'd never see the stars."
Draco spun into a memory, it was of him and Hermione in the Slytherin dorms, in the exact spot he was currently occupying.
Hermione had stayed the night in the dungeons. Draco had closed his curtains and placed a silencing charm around them.
Her hair was puddled and swirled around her head as she was lying back on Draco's pillow. He was laying atop of her, caressing her face softly with his thumb. "You should really get some sleep." Draco said teasingly to the woman beneath him.
"Oh I really should, but this is my favorite reason to lose sleep." her fingers had woven into his tussled hair.
Draco moved his nose up to Hermione's neck, nuzzling softly.
"It's the weekend anyway, we can sleep all day." she whispered.
He breathed into her neck. "Mm, that sounds wonderful."
Draco moved to her side wrapping his arm around her waist, pulling her close to him. She leaned up to grab her shirt, but he pulled her back down wagging his finger at her, "No, no no, I want to feel your skin." He whispered. She laid back down, turning toward him, he placed his arm back around her.
"Who would've thought, hmm?" She said almost inaudibly, "A lion and a snake." - "Cunning and courageous. Two odds forever in our favor." Draco swept her hair aside, and she spoke once more, "I found your constellation."
He raised his brows with interest, "The coordinates are of Right ascension of seventeen hours, and declination is sixty-five degrees. It is visible between latitudes ninety and minus fifteen degrees. And it is best seen in July at around nine at night." she recited.
Draco smiled widely, chuckling, "Is that so?"
She replied with a smile of her own, "I just wanted to know."
"Always curious, you are." He chuckled.
Draco stood watching the scene, equally flattered and astounded that she had actually taken the time to learn that little piece of information. It wasn't really a surprise, she was always ready to learn something new, he just he wasn't used to it being about him. However, it meant a lot to him, and he could tell by the look on his face, it meant a lot to him then too.
Theo stumbled into his bed chambers at around four a.m. waking Draco out of his light sleep.
Theo fell face first into his mattress, and with a wave of his wand, he was then visible again. Not even seconds later he was snoring.
"Theodore. Fucking. Nott." Draco huffed.
Theo was naked. All he had on was a pair of loafers and socks.
Draco rolled his eyes, idiot. He tossed his covers from him and tiptoed over to his mate. "Nott."
"Hmm..."
Draco took his friends shoes off and put them under his bed, and grabbed the throw blanket from his chest and covered him up. "You fucking owe me." He growled.
Lying back down into his own bed, Draco pulled the curtains shut. He had only been asleep for maybe an hour before Theo had roamed back into the room. Bloody ridiculous. He cast another silencing charm and grabbed his pensieve, nothing better to do anyway. He knew he'd not be able to go back to sleep. He tugged the phial from his neck and poured them back into the bowl and dunked his head forward.
Suddenly Draco was standing at the edge of a busy street. He looked around to try and place his surroundings but it was all unfamiliar aside from a tattered Welsh flag flying above him.
Luckily a familiar and cheery couple passed by and he followed them into a nearby inn.
There was an old woman behind a dark mahogany counter who greeted them with a warm smile.
"Hello! I suspect yeh to be our newlyweds! The Malfoys?"
"Yes! How did you—?"
"Well, you've got no luggage with yeh, and we received some bags earlier today in yer name. Not to mention yer both radiating 'appiness! M' names Meriel."
Draco and Hermione smiled at the old woman. "My name is Hermione, and my husband is Draco. We are so pleased to meet you!"
"Yer bags are in yer room, here is the key." She handed over an old bronze skeleton key. "Congratulations and Croeso i Gymru! Welcome to Wales! If yeh need anything, just holler."
The couple nodded and Draco followed them to their room. It was quaint and cozy and Draco could tell by the looks that his older self was giving Hermione, that he didn't plan on leaving the room more than necessary during their honeymoon stay.
He approached his bride and led her by the hand to the window where the sun was setting over the water.
"You know what this means?" He asked huskily into her ear "Our wedding night is about to begin."
Draco suddenly felt his presence to be extremely awkward. Maybe he should leave...
The couple was now passionately kissing and backing toward the bed. Just as Draco was about to pull himself from the memory, Hermione paused.
"What's wrong, love?" asked Draco, rolling off of her, while she propped herself up with her elbows.
"It's just...strange."
"What?!" His face quizzical.
"No, it's not you!" She exclaimed. "Just...everyone knows what we're doing right now."
He started fumbling with his pockets.
"Draco...what are you doing?"
"Trying to find those spectrespecs Luna gave us. I suspect those wrackspurts she's always on about have made your brain go fuzzy."
At this, she reached over and slapped his arm. "I'm serious, Draco! My parents and all our friends will know you're, you're...deflowering me."
"I hate to break it to you, my dear virgin wife, but you were deflowered, if that's what we're calling it now, some time ago."
"But they don't know that!"
"I can assure you Theo knows from spending the night at our flat. And I know for a fact you told Weaselette, who definitely would have told Potter, who of course would tell Weasel. For Salazar's sake, we've shared a flat for over a year! Do they reckon we have separate beds?"
"No, but..."
"But we should have specified on the invitation, right beneath the time that 'By the way, the bride and groom have been shagging for years, so try not to imagine Hermione being deflowered this evening' right?" he recited.
"Yes! This is why I married you! Why didn't we think of that?" she said through a fit of giggles.
"Would you feel better if I owled our guests first?"
"Oh, stop! Come here, Draco Malfoy."
Draco hopped onto the bed, straddling over his wife's legs, and began to tug at his tie. Hermione stared up at him in awe, biting at her lip. Draco puckered his brows together at her, "What? Afraid to shag a married man?"
Hermione began laughing, "Ha ha! Very funny Mister Malfoy." He leaned forward, holding his weight with his hands over her, gently placing a kiss on her lips, and one hand moving down to her legs.
Draco now knew they were about to get it on. And he turned to pull himself out of the memory.
Back in reality, Draco gathered the memories and placed them back into his phial necklace.
He knew that him looking at these memories only made him want to get that much closer to Hermione. And he couldn't.
Fuck. Why did this have to be so difficult?
Theo was still snoring, Draco glanced at his watch and it had just turned to seven.
Well, he could be early to breakfast.
Draco dressed and as he was moving toward the door, a voice called out for him.
"Draaaaco." He groaned and turned.
"Yes Theodore?"
"Would you be a pal and bring me back some coffee?"
"No."
"Well why not?" Theo argued.
"For the fact that you're able to complete full sentences, your bloody arse can get up and go get it yourself."
"You woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning."
"I didn't wake up at all, except when your arse showed up at four in the bloody morning. And naked."
Theo leaned up onto his elbows and looked down at himself. "Well, would'ja look at that." He snickered.
Draco turned on his heel before Theo could say much more.
Theo ran out behind him, tugging his shirt over his head, "Wait up. I'm coming!" "You're seriously wearing those?"
Theo smirked, "Yeah, got a bit of a aching head, and the lights bother me."
"Where'd you even get those?"
"D'you like 'em?"
Draco scoured, "No. They're ridiculous."
Theo rolled his eyes behind the sunglasses, and stuck out his tongue, "You couldn't pull them off anyway."
The two men entered into the Great Hall, only a few students were sitting at their house tables, most were studying.
Of course Draco's wandering eyes went toward the Gryffindor, and much to his pleasure, Hermione was sitting, staring at her plate of food, as if she was into a deep thought.
Draco turned toward his table and walked on, Theo shoved his hands into his pocket and caught Hermione's eyes before he did.
She waved him over, and he pointed at himself, "Me?" He mouthed and she rolled her eyes, and nodded. He glanced over to Draco who was watching suspiciously from his seat.
Theo sauntered over to Hermione and sat down across from her, grabbing a muffin from a basket. "Granger danger. How can I be of assistance this morning?"
"What's with the glasses?"
Theo smirked, "Long night."
"I spoke with Professor Slughorn and he said that classes on Monday were to be with partners, and unfortunately he had paired me with Malfoy." Theo shoved a bit of muffin into his mouth, "Wellp. I gueth the two of you will jutht have to get patht your ithues for an hour or two."
Hermione grimaced, "Did no one teach you to not speak with your mouth full?"
Theo was then pouring himself a cup of coffee, as he did, he shrugged.
"You're about as bad as Ron." He set the coffee pot down very easily, and pushed his glasses up to his head, "Don't compare me to that weasel." Hermione sighed, "I wasn't trying to offend, it's just..."
"It's just nothing." Theo picked up his cup of coffee and grabbed another muffin, "See you in later.." He cheered his muffin toward her and walked away.
Seriously, what was with the Slytherin men, and the Weasley's?
Draco watched as Theo sat down beside him.
"What was that about?" He asked bluntly.
"Apparently, you and her will be paired as partners in Slug's class on Monday. And then she compared me to Ron Weaselbee." Theo scoffed. "So either, you can skip out on class, or you can be on your best arsehole behavior."
Draco sighed, and looked over to the now standing witch. She grabbed a takeaway cup and left the hall quickly.