Hermione and Draco trudged to the closest shop near the manor that might allow them to use their floo network. Thankfully, Draco had remembered one of his neighbors, an old grey haired wizard, that sold his garden flowers in a shop connected to his house. The shop keeper had actually liked Draco and didn't question it when they showed up filthy and covered in dried blood.

Draco bought some chocolate and sugar quills for the two of them first. Then asked to use his network to floo to St. Mungos. The old man had insisted they take a small bouquet of soft peach roses for their troubles. Once there it was pretty much a blur of people and medical treatments going over them. Draco had had the sense to tell them they had just gotten married and would prefer to stay close to each other before Hermione passed out in the lobby.

After confirming Draco no longer had a blood curse on him, they wheeled his cot into Hermione's room. It's hard to tell how long they were in before any friends or family had shown up. Hermione was falling in and out of sleep hourly, and Draco had stayed asleep since he had been pushed into Hermione's room. That is, until a particularly angry raven-haired man burst through the door to their hospital room with his wand raised.

"What the hell is going on here! What happened?" Harry shouted.

Draco rose to a seated position on his cot and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. "Good morning to you too Sunshine."

"Enough of the games Malfoy, what the hell did your family do," Harry asked again.

Hermione seemed to stir at the commotion and turned to look at him with a blank expression. "Oh hi Harry, do you happen to have the time?"

Harry lowered his wand and looked between Hermione and Draco with a crease in his brows. "A quarter past 2. I just finished up a case when I heard you and Draco had been in for the past three days."

Hermione yawned and rubbed a bleary eye before turning to her husband. "I thought we had been here longer."

"Honestly this is the best sleep I've had in a while. I don't mind it," he nodded.

Harry, in all his bewilderment, decided to take a seat next to Hermione's cott and held her hand. She patted his head and much to Draco's protests, proceeded to recount their wedding night to him. Harry, now a big shot Auror, told them he'd have to file out a case on this legally,but agreed to wait until they were out of the hospital.

"See, isn't this much nicer?" Draco asked, lying back in the plush Italian bed.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," his wife answered, setting her bag down on the pale blue nightstand.

He leaned to the side and pulled her down onto the white plush bed with a mischievous grin. Rolling them so all his weight was on top of her. He peppered kisses from her arms to her neck as she giggled with glee.

"Now I think it's time for a proper wedding night," Draco said huskily into her ear.

She threaded her fingers through his hair with a small smile. "Ooo a proper wedding night, then in the morning?" She asked.

"Well then we have a proper morning after the wedding night my love," he replied as he began undoing the buttons on her top.

"And then the third day?"

"Hermione, if you're asking genuinely, I did have time to visit the local shops. I also bought you a wedding present that you can read when we visit the beach," he answered a little more flatly.

"Oh, we'll in that case," she laughed as she helped him shrug off her top.

His lips were on hers in an instant. He unclasped the bra with ease and began kneading the soft tissue of her breasts. She reveled in the feeling and moaned when he lowered himself to her chest, flicking one of her taut nipples with his tongue. She pulled him back up to her mouth so she could frantically unbuckle his belt.

Then they heard a pecking at the window. Draco pulled her over him and tried to continue kissing her neck. She sighed and looked back at the small white owl perched on their window ledge. Draco groaned into Hermione's hair and gripped tightly on her waist.

"No–"

"Draco, darling please," she smiled.

He rolled his eyes, even though she couldn't see, and flung his hands from her sides with a huff. As she rolled off of him, she made sure to kiss the top of his nose. He scowled, encouraging her laughter as she went to let the owl in. She carefully removed the rolled parchment from the owl's leg and began reading it out loud for her and Draco.

"Hermione, we've allowed you both to visit Italy while the investigation continues, but there are still plenty of questions that need to be answered. Pureblood ceremonies such as what occurred the night of your wedding have been heard of before, but never properly documented. My supervisor would like to have your memories transferred to pensive files. Also, what you have described after sunrise is unheard of and frankly, I don't understand–"

"Hermione, we promised ourselves we wouldn't do this," Draco interrupted with a tinge of annoyance.

"Ok, you're right I'll stop reading but I just need to write a quick letter back." She said as she summoned a new scroll and a pen.

Draco tossed the duvet to the side and started strutting toward the desk his wife had leaned over to write on. She was addressing Harry when Draco began sliding his hands over the soft skin of her waist.

"Draco, I'm almost done," she giggled.

"Mhm," he hummed as pushed her hair to the side and began trailing kisses down her neck. Sliding one palm over her left breast.

She must've written a word wrong, because she scribbled a bit before writing even quicker. Draco continued to trail kisses over her skin, now lowering to his knees. He trailed hot kisses down her back and caressed her hips.

"Last sentence," she panted as he tugged down the bottoms of her linen shorts.

His lips never left her skin for long as his fingers played with the band along her hips.

"I'm signing, I'm signing it!" She called over her shoulder frantically.

He heard the swish of her pen before he spun her around. He kissed along the tops of her thighs as he rid her of her light blue knickers.

He pushed her up onto the large desk with a chuckle as she struggled to tie the letter together. Draco moved between her legs and began kissing the insides of her thighs. She groaned, grasping for her wand to charm it to the owl and finally be rid of it. The poor owl hadn't flown more than half a yard before she was a moaning wreck, wringing her hands through the blond hair of her husband.

Harry opened his window to a frazzled white owl. He pet the back of his head worriedly and placed a few treats on the windowsill for its troubles.

Dear Harry,

Thank you for your help with the case. I promise I will answer all your questions in two weeks like we discussefg discussed. Draco would like me to remind you we're on our honeymoon. We will not be taking any more owls at this time from anyone. Send Ginny my love!

Love,

The Grangers

A/N: Anyways I hope you enjoyed! I really liked writing this story and might revisit it during the spooky season lol. Love y'all! ~UnconsciouslyReading