I will tell you that this is not a sustainable pace, but my Muse is singing on this one at the moment.

Sunday, September 8, 1940

Unfortunately for them, trains weren't running to Forest Row that evening. They would have to wait until the next morning to get to their destination. So they'd gone into a Charity Shop and found a few outfits that they could change into that were less formal than their current clothing. They stopped at a pub and the kind owner gave brought them Fish and Chips when he realized that they'd been bombed out and didn't have anything with them.

That evening, they huddled to the side of the platform and took turns keeping watch through the night, after casting a Notice-Me-Not and Cushioning Charm on one of the station benches.

Finally at six the next morning, the train pulled onto the platform. As they boarded the train to Forest Row, Draco gestured for Hermione to sit in one of the few open seats, and stood in front of her. Mostly they were ignored, but a few people gave them looks as the train rumbled down the track. They sat on the train enjoying the rather warm day. There were people all around them carrying suitcases, many looked rather dusty, Hermione could only assume from the bombing.

"Do you think they'll be back?" the woman next to Hermione asked conversationally.

"I can only assume," Hermione said, grasping the handle of her suitcase on her lap tightly. Draco had put his transfigured case between his feet.

"Those bloody Nazis," the woman tutted. "Were you not called to the front?" she asked, looking to Draco.

Draco looked between the two women, "I just finished Medical School in Canada, and we just arrived back."

"We'd just gotten settled in London when the Boardinghouse we were staying at was bombed," Hermione added converseationally. "Almost nothing survived. Luckily we were out at dinner."

"Where is your final destination then?" the woman continued.

"We're not totally sure, Drake has to go to one of the hospitals soon, but we figured we'd try to find somewhere to stay while we still can, they were all full in East Grinstead."

"There is a nice little Inn in Forest Row, the owners are lovely," the woman said thoughtfully. "You should see if they have any room."

"Oh! What is it called?" Hermione asked, biting back a chuckle.

"The Lake's Edge Inn," the woman said, "Oh this is my stop, good luck to you two!"

The ride seemed to crawl by as they watched the countryside pass by out the window. Eventually, Draco sat next to Hermione, letting her rest her head on his shoulder., The train car steadily emptied as they got closer to their destination.

Finally they arrived in Forest Row. They hopped off the train and Hermione led them to where she knew the Inn was located. She had Draco go in first after coaching him on what to say.

"Hullo," he said cheerily, to the young version of her grandparents, Christine and David Beckley. "My wife and I were hoping to secure a room. We'd very recently gotten into London when everything was bombed last night. We were stuck in East Grinstead last night, but most of the Inns are filling up fast. A kindly passenger directed us to you."

David peered around Draco's shoulder at Hermione who was huddled behind him. "Your wife?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Uhm, yes, she-"

She stepped up next to him. "My mum was a maid at his Family Home, and well, we grew up together and then…" she flushed.

"I wasn't the nicest as a kid," Draco said, rubbing the back of his neck with a chuckle, "then I went away to school and when I saw her again…" he looked down at her.

"It took some convincing, but we decided to run away. We went to Canada and got married," she said, pulling out the doctored photo. "He went to Medical School in Canada and I attended nursing school in the States."

"The long distance was tough, but she's the best thing that ever happened to me," he said fondly, pulling her closer. "Mother and Father didn't approve when we sent the Marriage Announcement back."

"And my Mum died a few years back," she said softly, "so we're quite alone. We have our Enlistment papers in here somewhere…"

By this point, Christine had come out from the back room. "David, what are you do-" she cut herself off when she saw the couple in front of her.

Hermione could see the calculating look that her Grandmother often had on her face. "We have money to pay in advance, and we'll try to get your hair soon," Draco said smiling, showing off his dimple.

"That shouldn't be an issue," David said, "Christine and I just got married last year, and we've been pretty slow the past couple of weeks."

He handed them a key and Christine led them up the stairs to their room. Hermione had to bite back a grin when she saw the room they were being allocated. It was Hermione's room. The one her Grandparents always gave her when she came to stay over the summer.

"Dinners are served at seven, breakfast is five to eight, although I have a bit of extra if you need some for today," Christine said as she bustled around the room. "Water closet is down the hall, we don't hold with much noise, and expect our guests to be clean and courteous," she looked at Hermione pointedly.

"Of course," Hermione said, quietly. "Please let me know if you need any help in the kitchen, I'm happy to assist in any way I can." Christine looked at Hermione and tilted her head, causing a wave of familiarity to wash over Hermione. Her mother had inherited that trait when she was thinking about something that she'd forgotten.

Finally, the door shut behind Christine. Hermione let out a deep breath. "She's suspicious of us."

"Did I do alright?" he asked, wrapping his arms around her.

"Brilliant, Doctor Malcolm," she said with a smirk. "Now I think we should go and wash off, we haven't showered since before the Blitz. You go first, while I start sorting through what we have."

As he took the provided towel and a change of clothes, Hermione pulled out their new purchases and put them into the wardrobe that sat in the corner of the room. She looked for the small heart carving that she would often trace when she was younger, but didn't see it. She stood at the window that looked over the lake, and began to go over the events of the past twenty four hours.

She heard the door open behind her and saw a clean Draco Malfoy adjusting the cuffs of his sleeves, not looking up at her. She felt her heart race a bit at how he looked standing in her room. She'd not ever imagined that he'd be here of all places. After her Grandparents had died, Richard and Jean Granger had hired a couple to run the Inn. Hermione had visited a few times since the end of the War, and had debated selling it as the couple had been talking of retiring, but something about the old place wouldn't let her.

She blinked and saw Draco smiling at her. "What are you thinking about, Granger?"

"The Inn," she said, running her fingers along the curtains. "I still own it, an old Muggle couple runs it for me, but they're getting older and can't run it the same way anymore. I've been thinking about selling it, but it's been in the family for over a hundred years." He'd sat on the bed, leaning back and listening to her. "This is my room," she continued, "Like the room that was reserved for Hermione Jean Granger, favourite and only granddaughter."

He chuckled, "I can just picture a young, bushy headed Granger running around outside."

"I was a menace," she said with a chuckle, "Gran would always send me to collect chicken eggs in the morning, and Grandad would read to me every night." She sighed. "I didn't think it would be hard being here. I guess I thought that they'd be less suspicious of us."

"I think you're reading into it more than you need to," he said. "Why don't you go shower and you can show me around Forest Row?"

She nodded and gathered her clothing and towel. The water closet was small, and thankfully something her Grandparents had updated. She looked at herself in the small mirror and sighed. She'd have to re-do her hair, there was no salvaging the braids with all the debris. She carefully unwound them and chuckled as a puff of dust emanated from her curls. She stood in the shower basin and used Aguamenti to douse her hair. She'd found a bit of olive oil and gel in the store, not her usual products, but they would do in a pinch, she'd have to think about getting her hair professionally braided, it was a lot easier to take care of that way. When the water finally ran clear, she ran her wand along her head and braided it into a low bun that rested at the nape of her neck.

She pulled on the dress and drew the lines up the back of her legs mimicking the hose, adjusting the small hat she'd transfigured to compliment her outfit. She stepped into the hallway and almost ran into a small child. "Hullo, Ma'am," he squeaked.

"Hello," she said with a chuckle, "how are you doing today?"

"I'm well! We just arrived last night-"

"Hugh!" a voice shrieked from a room to her left. A spindly woman stood in the doorway, hands on her hips. "Get away from her!" She looked Hermione up and down and ushered her son into their room, quickly shutting the door. Hermione rolled her eyes and made her way back to their room.

When she opened the door, she saw Draco had fallen asleep on the bed and was snoring softly. She smiled at the sight, and after depositing her dirty clothes into a basket, made her way to him. She brushed his hair off his forehead, "Wake up, Draco," she said softly, "I have a tour to take you on."

He didn't open his eyes, but a small smile crept onto his lips. "Can you be real?"

She chuckled, "Is this how you're going to act every time you wake up next to me?"

"You're not next to me, Princess," he said with a smirk. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her down on top of him.

"Draco!" she shrieked as he rolled over so he was hovering above her.

"What is it, Mrs. Malcolm? I've been waiting to have you underneath me since you left my flat on Saturday morning. While I like this little dress, it doesn't fit into my plans for this morning," he said heatedly above her.

She pulled him down to kiss her and groaned when they heard a knock at the door. He stood, brushing the wrinkles out of his pants. She sat on the edge of the bed and began to put on her shoes. At the door stood David, with a tray of breakfast food. "My wife sent me up with some breakfast for you two." Draco took the tray from his hands and placed it on the small table in the corner of the room.

"I-" David started, looking embarrassed. "Well, we're a small town," he started again.

Hermione grimaced, "You're hoping we'll eat our meals in here, so other guests don't say anything?"

"It's nothing against you, Mrs. Malcolm. We can see that you're good folks, but not everyone is as welcoming," he flushed toeing the door jam.

Draco started to respond, but Hermione, who'd come up next to him placed her hand on his arm and shook her head, "We appreciate your hospitality and wouldn't want to make running your Inn any more difficult for you. We're happy to eat up here. Thank you for bringing up our meal. I'll make sure to come down this evening to gather our evening meal, from the kitchen."

"Er, thanks for being so understanding," David said awkwardly, with a red face, he closed the door softly behind him.

"Muffilato," Hermione said, waving her hand. "I know what you're going to say, Draco, but the fact that they're even letting me stay here is pretty impressive. Next year, when the States get involved in the War, a lot of their segregation laws will be unofficially enforced across the country."

Draco just sat heavily in his chair. "I-" he sighed, "Granger, you're brilliant and so fucking gracious. I'm so sorry for being such a shite to you for so long."

She smiled softly at him and stood between his knees, "I've already forgiven you. Now we just have to be the partners we're supposed to be and face this challenge together."

They tucked into their breakfast. "I think we need to figure out what to do with this," she said when they were finished, pointing to the clock. At some point over the last twenty four hours the clock had changed to 8:23 on December, 23, 2005. They'd tried touching at the same time, hoping that it would take them back, to no avail.

She rested the clock on the dresser and cast a few diagnostic charms. "I think we're going to have some explaining to do when we get back," he said with a groan. "Do you think we'll really have been gone for over a year?"

She nodded softly, "That's my guess. We'll just have to do our best to fit in and try to get home as soon as we can."

When they finished eating, they left the Inn out the back door, waving to Christine and made their way through town. Hermione was able to find a better oil for her hair and some extra fabric to make them a few new pieces of clothing. As they wandered along the edge of the lake, a small wizard popped in next to them.

"Identify yourselves, Travellers!" he said, pointing his wand at them. Hermione and Draco both held their hands above their heads.

"Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger," Hermione said quickly. "From 2004.

The man cast a quick diagnostic and nodded, "You may lower your hands, but keep them where I can see them," he said, eyeing them beadily. "What brings you here?"

"A Rogue Travelling Clock," Hermione said, angling herself to be in front of Draco. "I'm a Private Cursebreaker and Draco is a Healer. We're just trying to make do until we can figure out how to return. Who are you?"

"I'm Unspeakable Christopher Ellesmere, Head of the Time Division. I'm here to question your appearance. It's quite suspicious to have a Malfoy appear directly after Grindlewald's latest attack."

"In 2004, Draco is a Healer and dating me, Hermione Granger, a Muggleborn," she said crossing her arms.

"I'd have married her years ago if she'd have let me," Draco said with a chuckle, and Hermione felt a blush creep up the back of her neck. "I always thought Grindelwald was a tosser." She could practically hear him shrug.

"Our plan is to integrate ourselves into Muggle society as Doctor and Nurse Malcolm, but if the Ministry could use us on a Mixed Magic and Muggle Unit, we'd step in as well," Hermione rushed to say when she saw Unspeakable Ellesmere's lip curl at Draco's statement.

His eyes darted back to Hermione and he nodded. "Where are you staying?"

"The Lake's Edge Inn," she said, "It's Muggle so we can't receive owls."

The Unspeakable nodded sharply, "Look for our telegram by the end of the week." With a pop, he disappeared.

"Well that was unexpected," Draco said with a heavy sigh.

"At this point can we actually expect anything?" she said with a chuckle.

"No, if you would have told me even three weeks ago that the Hermione Granger would tell a stranger that I was dating her, I wouldn't believe you," he said, pulling her closer.

"I-" she looked down, "should I have not said that? I guess I sort of assumed, but we never actually talked about if we were dating or not…"

"I'm ecstatic that you'd consider me your boyfriend, Princess," he said as he lifted her chin.

"Is that what we are?" she whispered.

"I'd like you to be mine, yes," he said leaning in, holding his lips centimetres from her own.

"Only if you're mine as well, Draco," she said, kissing him. He pulled her closer to him.

"I need you," he mumbled against her lips.

"I've always wanted to have sex under a willow tree," she said as she pulled back and raised an eyebrow.

"Gods you're going to be the death of me," he said as he dragged her to the nearest weeping willow.

She could tell that he cast a Muffilato and Notice-Me-Not, but pretended not to when he said, "Alright, Princess, you'll have to be quiet, anyone could walk by at any time…"

She leaned up on her elbows as he stuck his head under her skirt, peeling off her girdle like underwear, "I can't wait until we're back home," he said with a chuckle, "I'm going to buy you endless, skimpy underwear. I hate these fucking girdles."

She snorted, but it quickly turned into a moan and he licked up her folds. He laid a kiss at her thigh and she felt his fingers spread her lips apart. "Fuck, Princess," he groaned. "This is the most gorgeous pussy I've ever seen." He pulled one of her lips into his mouth and teased her entrance with his finger. He trailed his lips all around her lips, avoiding the spot she wanted him most.

"Please Draco," she moaned quietly. Finally, finally he acquiesced. He gently licked her clit, and could feel his chuckle against her as she tried to stifle her moan. He was amazing at this, she thought to herself.

He sucked her clit into his mouth and she keened, he slapped the bottom of her thigh. "You have to be quiet, darling," he growled. "We're already the most scandalous couple in both the Muggle and Wizarding Worlds, we don't need to be detained on top of it." He went straight back to work, winding Hermione higher and higher.

She tried her best to muffle her moans as he absolutely devoured her. "I'm close, Draco… I'm… please."

"Come," he growled against her.

She threw her head back and bit her lip to hold back her moans. After he'd milked her through her orgasm, he pulled himself out from under her skirt. He sat with his back against the tree, and gestured for her to climb on top of him.

He unzipped his flies and helped her sink onto him. "Gods, love," he said, pulling her in for a deep kiss. "I love watching you ride my cock."

She smirked down at him and ran her fingers through his hair, "You fill me up so well," she murmured as she leaned down to suck at his pulsepoint. He leaned his head against the trunk of the tree and watched her through lust filled eyes.

"You're such a good girl for me," he groaned as he began thrusting up into her. She threw her head back and put her hands on his shoulders, gaining better leverage.

They heard some voices coming down the trail in front of them. The older couple stood, hand in hand looking at the way the branches swayed in the wind. "Stay quiet, Princess," Draco whispered against her lips as he continued to fuck into her, "we wouldn't want the neighbors to hear those pretty noises you make, would we?"

She shook her head and tucked her head into his shoulder, muffling her moans. Without any warning, Hermione found herself on her back, Draco driving into her forcefully as the older couple walked away. "Alright, darling," he grunted, "I want to hear you when you come on my cock."

She let out a loud keening moan and clenched around him. "So fucking tight, baby," he said as she felt his pace stutter. "I'm going to fill you up so full. My fucking good girl, mine. M-mine."

He collapsed on top of her, peppering kisses along her face and neck. "I really like you, Hermione," he said softly.

"I really like you too, Draco," she said, smiling softly at him.

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