Teasing his bottom lip with her tongue, she felt him respond with a groggy kiss as a sleepy smile formed on his lips.
"You're insatiable," he murmured, feeling her hands ghosting across his chest as she pressed herself into him.
"You don't normally complain when I wake you for sex," she murmured against his slick, sweat covered skin as her tongue found his nipple. Grazing it with her teeth she felt his hands find their way into her hair.
"You don't normally wake me every thirty minutes, Hermione," he grinned, his eyes still closed. "What's brought this on?" he murmured, his fingers finding her chin, tugging her up for another kiss.
"Oh nothing," she murmured, against his lips.
She felt him stiffen as he pressed a chaste kiss, his eyes snapping open to scrutinise hers. He pulled back, watching something flicker across her eyes before she looked down, attempting to kiss his neck. She wouldn't allow him to hold her gaze.
He pursed his lips, before rolling away, sitting himself up on the edge of the bed. Beside him Hermione shuddered. Reaching forward, he retrieved his boxers, tugging them on before striding towards the doorway.
"Get up," he told her. "Now."
"What the fuck?" She hissed, "You can't order me out of bed, Draco. I am your wife, not a child."
Turning in the doorway, he fixed her with a stare.
"I do believe it was your rule, not mine, that we never argue in the bedroom and I can guarantee that what I am about to say is going to cause an argument because I am fucking livid." He glared at her before striding into the living room.
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Furious at his behaviour, Hermione grabbed his t-shirt off the floor and threw it on before storming out of the bedroom.
"What the fuck has gotten into you?" she cried, eyes flashing with fury.
"Me? Do you think I am fucking stupid or something? I cannot believe you would actually do that." he yelled, enraged.
"What are you even talking about?"
"Don't play dumb, Princess; you are the 'Brightest Witch of Our Age' remember?" he spat, sneering at her.
Hands on hips, she threw him a look of pure loathing. "Care to enlighten me, Husband Dearest, on what transgression of mine it is that has caused you to behave like a complete and total arsehole?"
For a moment, she reminded him of his Mother. He shuddered at the thought before pushing it to one side.
"Trying to trick me with sex," he yelled.
Hermione scoffed. "Are you fucking kidding me?"
"No, Hermione, I am deadly serious."
For a moment neither said a word as they stared the other down.
Glaring, Hermione began cursing him in French.
"Don't even start all that shit," he roared, pointing a finger menacingly at her. "I thought it was odd. I mean, it's not exactly like we have been able to have the start to our marriage I imagined. After all, we are working a case, but I thought what the hell; we are married, and we should be able to enjoy a passionate night," he yelled, watching her redden at his words. "But then you hesitated. You fucking hesitated, Hermione, and then you wouldn't look me in the eye." Hermione winced at his obvious hurt. "I can't believe that you would actually try to force me to recall things from the war like that. I have done a lot of fucked up stuff, but I have NEVER forced you to remember and certainly not like that."
Hermione watched, tears forming in the corners of her eyes as Draco grabbed his wand from the coffee table and threw a hex at the vase on the sideboard, smashing it to pieces.
He was right and she felt awful.
"Draco…" she began.
"Don't. I am too fucking angry right now," he warned.
"Fine! Be a total fucking arsehole about it," she yelled, grabbing her wand.
Suddenly a loud pop echoed round the room, and the pair snapped their heads to the direction of the noise. On the coffee table sat a large white box.
"Fuck sake," Draco muttered, slumping down on the couch next to the table where the box sat. Hermione sank into the seat next to him.
"I guess that was our first fight then," she murmured, eyes focused on the box as she worried her bottom lip.
Draco lifted the lid off the box, and they watched as two scrolls appeared alongside a glass of white wine and a tumbler of Firewhiskey. Reaching into the box, Draco took out the parchment with the red ribbon tied around it and handed it to Hermione, who smiled as her fingers found the little silver, goblin-made charm in the shape of an otter that adorned the ribbon. He then removed the remaining parchment, the corners of his mouth twitching at the sight of the little silver dragon charm. Hermione took the glass of wine, leaving Draco the Firewhiskey. Tendrils of magic laced around each of them, forcing them to opposite sides of the room, encapsulating them in their own bubble of silence.
Slipping down the wall, Draco unrolled the parchment, siping his Firewhiskey. The amber liquid burned the back of his dry throat as he read.
Draco,
I probably feel rather torn right about now, as I'm sure you can guess. I was hoping to never have to use these boxes...that our inevitable fights wouldn't get to this point. Alas, here we are, and I guess it's time to get down to it.
I'm not sure what we're fighting about, but I know neither of us wants to back down. We're both so stubborn in our own ways. That's one of the things I love about you, Draco. You fight for what you believe in, even though it's rather subtle. I also love how even though we don't always agree, you take the time to hear me out...even when I'm wrong. Yes, Draco...I am openly admitting that I can be wrong. It's rare, but it does happen. Occasionally.
While I know you're obviously furious with me right now, I want you to know that we'll get through this, whatever it may be. Together. I've never felt as close as I do to you, Draco. I want you to know that. I want you to know that after we've both had time to cool off and come back to our senses, I'll be standing there waiting for you to open your arms and welcome me home.
I'm sorry for whatever "swotty" things I've just said to you, and I'm sorry for hurting your feelings and making you think I don't care, because I do. I do care...so very much. I love you, Draco. I'm sorry. Please forgive me, because I will most certainly forgive you.
Love, Hermione
As Draco read, Hermione grabbed the throw cushion from the wingback chair, slinging it down on the floor, before depositing herself cross-legged upon it. With a soft smile, she unravelled the parchment and began to read as she sipped her wine.
Hermione,
I hate that we have to write these letters. Couldn't we just fight it out like normal couples? I can almost imagine the way your eyes will narrow at that. Of course we have to write them, you will think while glaring across the room at me. Anyway, I guess with our record, these boxes will come in handy eventually. So here goes nothing…
Whatever we are fighting about, I'm sure it's not nearly as bad as we're making it out to be. I'll admit that we can turn the smallest of disagreements into full-fledged wars. Clearly, whatever is happening right now warrants our own personal "time-out". I'm sure I'm being stubborn and reluctant to follow through with this ordeal, but I want you to know that I support your silly idea.
That's just it, Hermione. I'll always support you, even when we have our disagreements and fights. I may scowl and throw my sarcasm about like it doesn't matter, but that's just me, as I'm sure you know. When we married and took our vows, I promised to support, protect, and love you until the day I die, and I will never falter in that. Never.
So if it means I have to write you silly little "fight-box" letters that reinforce how I feel about you, then so be it. I love you, Hermione. I apologize for whatever it is I've said or done this time. Can we make up now? I want to kiss you even just writing this silly thing.
Love, Draco
Tears flowing freely down her face, she looked up to find that Draco was now standing over her.
"I'm sorry, " she whispered, her hazel eyes pleading with his misty grey orbs for forgiveness.
Sitting down next to her, he tugged her into his lap, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "I know, love," he told her gently, stroking her hair.
"My ideas are not silly," she murmured through her tears.
Draco frowned for a moment, remembering the day, a week before their wedding, when she told him about the 'First Fight Box' and they'd sat down to write these letters. He chuckled, "Well it wasn't a sane idea you had was it?"
"I guess not," she muttered, looking down at her hands.
"I know you want me to remember, I want me to remember, but you of all people should know this sort of thing cannot be forced," he told her somberly.
Hermione nodded. "I dunno what I was thinking," she murmured looking away.
Draco tilted her chin up, coaxing a kiss before quirking an eyebrow at her.
"Come on, let's go back to bed and make-up properly."
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A/N: Massive love and thanks to my wonderful beta xxDustNight88 who wrote the letters for me, without knowing how the argument would play out...because thats exactly how the letters would have been written, prior to the wedding, without any knowledge of what they would end up having their first fight about. Inspiration for this came from something I came across on google. The First Fight Box is a box with love letters written to each other and a bottle of wine, nailed shut at your wedding so that when you have your first fight you can open it up and then read the letters opposite ends of the room while drinking the wine. The idea is that you then realise what its all about...I thought that was a beautiful idea so decided to work it into the story to help our OTP to calm down after one of their more bigger arguments :) D84