A/N: This may be my longest chapter yet. Possible conclusion. Let me know what you think!

(September 2019 - June 2020)

Draco's POV

September 20th is the first time I see Granger in weeks. She had a conference in Ireland for a week then when she came back, there was a back log of paperwork that had her working through her lunches and late nights. The one day we did get to finally see each other, the Weasel came unannounced and freaked out because we were having lunch in her office together. Suffice to say, our lunch was cut short by forty minutes.

"Merlin, I've missed you!" She says into my chest as I crush her to me. She smells like cherries and vanilla today. "Ron is impossible. He tried kissing me last night when he got home from the bar drunk, of course. Complaining that I never let him touch me. Ugh. Of course not. He's never home and when he is, he's always intoxicated."

I help her into her chair across from me at my small dining table on the patio. We are having lunch at my house. No more ministry lunches with her crazy soon to be (oh fuck please!) ex-husband always trying to catch us doing something. Like we would be that stupid. Besides the one kiss on my cheek, we only ever hug or touch hands occasionally.

"I don't know how you can stand it, Granger. I try to stay out of it as much as I can but seeing you hurting makes me want to kick the snot out of Weasley. Enough about him though." I waggle my eyebrows at her, "Scorp says that Rose has a boyfriend?" Hermione giggled. She told me about the boy, Craig.

"He asked her to the first Hogsmeade weekend and she is so excited. I hear she's not the only one dating. My beautiful Angel of a niece says that her and Scorpius have lunch together almost every day and she cheers him on at Quidditch practice." I laughed and rolled my eyes.

"Yeah, and Potter sent me a Howler to tell me that if he touches a hair on his only daughter's head, he'll kick MY ass! Wanker." She tells me about Hugo doing well in Gryffindor and his studies. He made a bunch of friends already, of course.

"Thank you for lunch. I, um, won't be available for a few weeks. The Ministry World Wide Meeting of the Minds is next week and I'll be away until October 18th. It's in Bulgaria this year. Fun." She says as she rolls her eyes jokingly. I know I will miss her terribly but do not tell her so. I have to try to hide my feelings a bit longer. I will not do anything until she is officially divorced. For fuck's sake, when did I become so fucking noble?

Hermione's POV

"Excuse me? What does he have to do with any of this? It's you that pulled away from us! You that decided getting drunk was better than being with me! Me! The frigid bitch you have been stuck being married tofor twenty years! You that comes home smelling like another woman's perfume and collar covered in red lipstick!Don't you dare blame my friendship with Draco Malfoy! Our problems started way before he and I became friends!" I had it! Ron takes me to this marriage therapist and makes me out to be the "bad guy" in our marriage.

"You care about that fucking twat more than us! I see the way he looks at you! The way you bloody look at him!" Ron was literally screaming as loud as he could; the vein in his neck was popping out so I could tell he was struggling to keep himself from lunging across the table at me.

"Let's all just calm down. Mr. Weasley, Minister Granger-Weasley? Please." The man, Mr. Hinkle, was recommended to Ron by a friend of his. It was my idea to hire a mediator (Mr. Burgess) to accompany us due to our still legal separation, since I refuse to dissolve it at Ginny and Luna's insistence.

"But I just want our marriage back to where it was before she became Minister of Magic. She refuses to sign the paperwork to end our separation." He turns on the waterworks and gives a good enough show that the therapist decides to make a decision to appease us both.

"I've read over everything in each of your paperwork and discussed it with Mr. Burgess this morning, and I believe we have come up with a plan." I look over at Ron and he looks smug. What the hell does he know? Mr. Burgess pulls some parchment from his robes.

After clearing his throat, Mr. Hinkle begins, "First and foremost, Mrs. Granger-Weasley shall no longer be in close physical contact with Mr. Draco Malfoy. Second, Mr. Weasley will start attending Alcoholics Anonymous meetings at the church basement in Godrics Hollow every Thursday night for a period of one year. Third, the couple will continue meeting with myself and Mr. Burgess Tuesday afternoons for a period of six months. If Mr. Weasley or Mrs. Granger-Weasley are caught in any type of relationship that is not with each other, the divorce proceedings will continue and the marriage dissolved. Do you each agree to these terms?" Ron looked gobsmacked. Not so smug now. I didn't want to not see Draco though, but it did not say anything about Owling or Floo calling. So I agreed.

It was the end of November now. That meant by late May, I may be a free woman.

22nd of November 2019

My dearest friend,

You have no idea how much it pains me to write this letter. You have been a lifeline I hadn't known I needed. Your friendship means so much to me, you really have no idea how much. But, I'm dealing with my job as Minister, my children, and my marriage troubles and the marriage therapist has suggested that I focus on those specific things and take a break from my "social life" - I know.

If I am being truly honest with myself, I am really just grasping at straws here (Muggle saying sorry). I am only trying this whole counselling thing to appease my friends and family. I know where my heart lies. I know who has my heart. I think you know too. I'm only hurting myself here, but since when have I ever thought of myself first? The therapist and the mediator for our separation has given us six months to either resolve our issues or divorce. Thank Merlin for the mediator for arranging that.

Either way, I am hoping that Ronald will finally realise that this marriage is broken; that no matter what he tries to convince myself and others, he is a cheat and a scoundrel. Draco, this is the hardest thing I've ever needed to do. No physical contact with you when all I want is to be held by you? It's not fair. When do I get to be selfish? I am going to still write you here and there though. I cannot cut you off completely. Not with you so recently losing Astoria. Not when you are literally the only person that keeps me sane. I hope you don't totally hate me for this. You are and will remain my dearest friend.

All of my love,

Granger xoxo

25th of November 2019

Granger,

I apologise for my late response. I was away overseas closing a business deal in Milan. You've been on my mind a lot lately. I could never hate you, ever. Please get that through that bushy head of yours, love.

The only thing that I hate is that you are being bullied into staying in a marriage you've not been happy in for sometime. I agree that seeing each other in person will probably be the most difficult part for me as well. I am convinced that in the end, you'll return to me.

Astoria knew. I never said anything to her, she just knew. Gave me her blessing and everything. I am not ashamed to admit that I fell in love with you over these last few years, Granger. When he messes up again, because we both know he will never change, I will be waiting for you.

Forever Yours,

DM

Months later

Hermione's POV

I sit in my office reading my mail and come across a note in an unaddressed envelope. After checking for curses, I open it and begin to cry.

I think our spouses are having an affair. Meet me atthe Screaming Banshee Bar in Mould-On-The-Wold at 6pm tonight.

And that's it. No signature or clue as to who wrote it. I want to freak out, but decide to just breathE and call for tea service instead. It has been five months of marriage therapy. I still do not let him touch me. I still do not trust him as far as I could throw him.

I am unhappy. The letters between my children and myself and Draco the only bright spot to my days. I miss seeing Draco. Ron knows I cry myself to sleep every night. He tells me I am being dramatic and acting like a spoiled child. He still goes to the bars after work. Still stays out late.

Rose wrote me last week and says that her and Hugo would rather us divorce than they watch me become a shell of my former self. She's growing up too fast for me. She's been dating Craig Bowker, Jr since the beginning of the school year, top of her class, and asked for a makeup kit.

I look once more at the anonymous note and sigh. It is 4 o'clock on May 3rd. In 2 hours, I will meet with the mysterious husband of Ronald's assumed lover. I decide to go home and change out of my Ministry robes and into Muggle attire and put my hair in a ponytail and put on one of Hugo's ball caps to try to make myself incognito.

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I apparate to the outskirts of the wizard village of Mould-on-the-Wold and start to walk down the main drag. It's a quaint village with sweet cottages along the road mixed in with storefronts and in the distance, I can see a few manors dotting the hills.

I check the time and see it is almost 6 o'clock. Luckily the Screaming Banshee Bar is across the cobblestone road where I am currently standing. I look around and there are only a few wizards standing outside the bar and a young couple locked in an embrace in the alleyway next to the bar. I enter and take a seat at a booth in the back corner, keeping my wand close. Not having Trent with me may not have been the smartest move, but I am an extremely capable witch so I'm ready for anything.

"Minister?" I jump when I hear a deep, gruff voice speak. I look up and motion for him to sit. He removes his hood and I am surprised to see Marcus Flint sitting across from me. "Seems like we have married two of the most selfish people in our world, Minister Granger-Weasley. My wife has been pulling away from me ever since our second son was born almost three years ago. I had a feeling she was having an affair for sometime now and hired a private investigator to follow her."

I watched as he pulled out an envelope from his robes. "These are some of the surveillance photographs that he took over the past few months of following her. He also found out from a witch that frequents the bars in Knockturn that this has been happening for years. Years, Minister." He sounded broken. "I still love her, my Pansy."

"Pansy? As in Parkinson?" I ask in utter disbelief. Pansy Parkinson and Ronald? Years? I felt sick.

"Parkinson-Flint now. Well, I don't know for how much longer. We've been married for twelve years now." He pulled out his wallet and flipped through some photos inside showing me. "Our oldest is nine, Garrett, our son then there's our six year old daughter Jasmine and our youngest, our baby boy is turning three, sweet Marcus Jr." I watch as he wipes a stray tear off of his face.

"They're beautiful, Mr. Flint." And they really were. My heart hurt for him. He was truly in love with his wife. I could hear it in his voice. What did it say about my marriage that I only felt relief that Ron was caught. The pictures only showed them laughing and sitting close, hand holding in a few, but nothing to prove of the affair.

"Can I get copies of these?" He nodded then used his wand to duplicate the photos. "Thank you. My husband and I have been separated for almost a year now, but we have been seeing a marriage therapist for almost six months. I have no urge to reconcile, so I thank you for making the decision even easier. I am sorry that you are going through this as well. I can see how much you truly love your family. If there's anything you need, please contact me." I shake his hand and we leave. He walks towards the small playground where I assume his children are with a nanny or governess of some sort, and I walk back to the apparition point.

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As I arrive home, I notice everything is dark and quiet. Ron's not here. There's a note on the kitchen table though.

I'll be away for two weeks. George and Angie are going on holiday so I'm just going to stay at the shop while they are gone since it'll just be me and Lee running things. Not that we even see each other anyway but thought I'd let you know. I won't be able to make the therapy sessions either. See you.

-Ron-

Well, that just gives me time to get the divorce papers drawn up. I'll give them to him after showing him the photos that Marcus Flint's private investigator took of him and that snake Pansy. Seeing as I have the house to myself, I decide to Floo call Draco.

Draco's POV

One more month, I think to myself. One more month of agony and I will hold Granger in my arms again. I think of her at night while I'm alone with my thoughts. I miss her. The letters we send just aren't enough. I wish I could see her face. I grab myself a glass of whiskey and soda then pick up the letter that Scorpius sent me.

Dad:

We've got our final match in two weeks against Ravenclaw! I hope you can make it! Lily said her mum and dad are coming to watch me play! I'm so nervous! I know I have been around the Potter's a lot, but it was before I started seeing their daughter. She's just amazing! I wish mum could have met her.

Rose has been upset about her parents situation. Craig brought her these pretty roses to try to cheer her up, but it only made her more upset. I want to punch her dad in the face. He was here yesterday. Hogsmeade weekend and all. He yelled at her for taking her mum's side. Craig got in his face and Professor Longbottom made him leave. After, I saw Rose snogging her boyfriend! Guess she liked him sticking up for her, huh?

I wish Lily was a little older. I'd like to kiss her. But, I am a gentleman and I shall wait until she is ready. In the meantime, I'll enjoy our hugs and handholding. Her 12th birthday is in four days. Could you please send her some tiger lilies from me? They are her favourite flower. Thanks, dad!

Love

Your loving son

I chuckle and shake my head at his letter. I quickly send off and order for the tiger lilies to be delivered on Lily Potter's birthday and get ready to sit back down when my Floo chimes.

"Probably mother calling from Andy's." I say to nobody.

"Draco? It's me? Are you home?" My heart leaps out of my chest when I hear Granger's voice.

I activate the Floo and her beautiful face floats in front of me. "Are you crazy? What if Weasley catches you?" It's so wonderful seeing her face.

"He's run off to stay in the flat above the shop. Says it's easier since George and Angie are away on holiday for two weeks. I just needed to talk to you." I wish I could just have her come through but I know it's not possible.

"I got a note today asking to meet someone. It was Marcus Flint." I feel a sudden surge of jealousy come over me.

"Flint? What did he want? He's married to Pansy."

Hermione smirks then shakes her head, "It's not like that. Pansy and Ron have been having an affair, he thinks. He hired a private investigator to follow her. He gave me photos. Nothing too incriminating though. Whispering in dark corners, some hand holding and secret smiles. I was going to confront him tonight, but then found he was gone. As soon as he comes back though, I am showing him the photos." She sounds a bit sad, and I guess I would be too if it were me.

"I already sent an Owl to my solicitor. I'm filing the divorce papers." My heart lurches. She is finally divorcing his cheating, lying weasel ass! I inwardly cheer.

"You okay?" I ask out of politeness.

"Yeah, it's just odd. I know I should feel heartbroken and, although I am a bit sad, I mostly feel relief. Draco, I will be free." Hermione will be free from Weasley. Free to be with someone else. Me. I had to know.

"And what will you do with your new freedom?" She smiles. Fuck! I miss seeing her smile!

"Maybe I'll stay single for a bit. Maybe some bloke will ask me out for dinner or something? Maybe I'll say yes." I was grinning like a madman now.

"Oh? And this bloke? Would he be anyone I knew?" If she weren't just a floating head in my fireplace, I'd be holding her in my arms.

"You might." She smirked. "Well. It's late and I have a busy schedule tomorrow. We'll talk soon yeah?" We say goodnight and my fireplace extinguishes. I go to bed that night feeling better than I had in months.

Hermione's POV

"Trent, I need to go back to my house. I left the Centaur file in my home office." The past week has been pretty quiet. Ron has checked in a total of two times and only to let me know he would be going to the house here and there while on breaks from the store just to get away. Luckily it was always while I was at the ministry.

I had Trent Floo with me to the house. "I'll be right back. Just going to run up to get the file." I grab the file and as I get to the bottom of the steps, I hear a moan coming from the kitchen. Trent steps towards me after hearing something shatter in the same area. I put my hand up to tell him to wait then inch my way closer to the door to the kitchen.

As I slowly open it, I see ithem and gasp. Pansy Parkinson-Flint bent over my kitchen island getting fucked from behind by my husband of 20 years, my best friend since 12. "Oh my god! I'm sorry!" They both scramble to cover themselves. Ron grabs up his trousers and lunges forward to grab my wrist. "Ugh! Don't touch me!" I screech.

Trent comes running in, wand raised and ready to hex him. "Minister! Are you alright?" He checks me over as I shake my head.

"Ronald Weasley, you will get all of your belongings and get the hell out of this house! I knew you would never change! I want a divorce and you will grant me my request or be destroyed by the press! And Pansy, dear, your husband knows that you've been having an affair. He still loves you, who the fuck knows why. Do yourself a favour and drop Ron and return to Marcus and your children. You'll be better off."

With that I left. Trent stayed with me for about an hour, had my assistant get me tea, and just talked with me to calm me down. I wanted more than anything to have Draco there. I wanted him to hold me. I want his comforting presence. I wanted him. Oh god did I want him more than anything. It would be his birthday in a few days. I'll find him then. But first. Divorce Ronald.

5th of June 2020

The Daily Prophet

MoM, Hermione Granger-Weasley files for divorce! Husband caught cheating with Pansy Parkinson-Flint! Such Scandal!

In the latest news in the rocky marriage of two thirds of the Golden Trio, seems that the rumours of Ronald Weasley's infidelity finally came to a head when his wife, our most beloved and esteemed Minister of Magic, Hermione Granger-Weasley, walked in on her husband of 20 years and the wife of the illustrious Marcus Flint entangled in the Granger/m-Weasley home!

This author is appalled at the news but not surprised. Over the last few years trouble has been brewing between the couple. The rumours of Mr. Weasley's drinking and canoodling with other woman and patronising houses of ill repute have been uncovered by numerous news outlet including ours.

The thing that hurts us readers is that the trust we had in Mr. Weasley and his claims of unjust rumours over these years turned out to be a farce. I would like you all to know that I am on our great Minister's side. I've been hurt in the past by a cheating, heartless bastard and know how she must feel. You have my support and my sympathies Minister Granger!

Parvati Patil-Thomas - Society writer

(The following is most of my one shot that prompted this story)

Draco's POV

I wake up feeling lonely. Astoria had died in August, Scorpius was still away at school and not seeing Granger in months, I was just not in the best of moods. After showering, I decided to have a cuppa and some toast. When I picked up the Daily Prophet, I almost choked.

MoM, Hermione Granger-Weasley files for divorce! Husband caught cheating with Pansy Parkinson-Flint! Such scandal!

"What a dumb twat! I always said you were too good for him, Granger!" I yelled at the moving photo of Hermione trying to hide her face from the photographer. Then the date caught my eye. "Fucking Hell!" I tossed the paper then dropped my head in my hands. It was June 5th, my 40th birthday. Maybe I'll sneak into Flourish and Blotts for old times sake.

Hermione's POV

The Daily Prophet's front page sat staring at me as I sit in my office. I scoff at it in disgust and call for my private bodyguard, "Trent!"

"Yes, Madam Minister?" He waited for my instructions.

"I wanted to go to Flourish and Blotts for a bit of reading. Could you accompany me but wait outside? I just need quiet time." Trent nodded then waited for me by the Floo. A few minutes later, we were on our way.

Draco's POV

I sat in the back corner on the second floor of Flourish and Blotts in the Muggle fiction section. Nobody ever came up here so I knew I could enjoy my day in peace. Mary, the shopkeeper, had nodded to me as I entered and told me it was a quiet day so far. I opened the book and sighed at the smell of the pages of For Whom The Bell Tolls. Hemingway was proving to be my new favorite writer, and he was an American Muggle.

I was immersed in the book when I hear someone climbing the steps. I internally groaned. Maybe they wouldn't come down to where I was sitting and if so, maybe if I paid them no mind, I'd be unbothered. I could hear humming, a female then. I fought the urge to seek out the hummingbird; she did sound lovely. I could hear her coming closer, but kept my book up in front of me. The humming stopped suddenly and then I heard a voice he'd not heard in what felt like forever. "Malfoy?" My stomach fluttered at the sight of her.

Hermione's POV

I thanked Trent as I entered the bookshop, then said "Good morning!" to Mary.

"Madam Minister, how are you this morning? I hope you are well." Mary was sincere and wore her heart on her sleeve. "I saw that horrible article in the Prophet this morning. What a right bastard. I never did like that man. If you need anything, let me know."

Smiling at the sweet lady behind the counter, I answered, "Yes, well, I will be fine. Just need to focus on my children and my duties as Minister of Magic. I have plenty of friends as well, so don't you worry about me, Mary. But, thank you so much for your support and concern. I'm just going up to read for a bit. I just needed my happy place today." With a smile and a wave, I then made my way up to the second floor.

It was so quiet up here and I found myself thinking about Rose and Hugo. They had Owl'd that morning and gave their love and support, but understandably were torn because although they were livid at their father, they still loved him. Love was strange. I know I will always love Ronald Weasley. He is the father of my children and for most of my life, he was my best friend, but it was going to take a lot of healing before I could even think of speaking to the git again.

Thinking of my kids, I begin to hum the song, "Smile" by Nat King Cole. I remember always singing it to them when the were little. As I thought about life and perused the shelves of Muggle literature in the shoppe, it just popped in my head.

I had just walked around the corner to sit in my favorite spot when I saw him. Draco Malfoy. She hadn't seen him in person in months.

"Malfoy?" He looked up from the book he was reading and smiled.

"Granger, good morning. What brings the Minister of Magic to Flourish and Blotts? Day off?" He stood up and placed his book on his armchair before greeting me with a hug. It felt so good to be in his arms again. He smelled of wood and citrus. God, I missed him.

"Such a shit show this week. I assume you saw the Prophet this morning?" I breathed in his masculine scent again and broke from the hug. He was looking down at me, a solemn look upon his face.

"I'd hate to say I told you so, Granger. You were always too good for him." Draco reached up and rubbed her arm lightly causing her to feel warmth. "How are the kids coping? I'm sure they're very torn."

I sighed then told him of their letters. "They're resilient though. I know Scorpius will cheer them up. He's such a cherished and true friend. Takes after you that way." I couldn't help the blush on my face. I loved him. I knew for so long but in this moment, seeing him, knowing I would finally be free from my unhappy marriage, I knew I was in love with Draco Malfoy.

"Well, now you're just talking crazy. Or are you just trying to be nice to me because of what day it is?" Draco smirked at me as I thought for a moment; my eyes widened at the realisation. The fifth of June!

"Oh, happy birthday! It didn't even dawn in me that it was June 5th today. And here I am ruining your quiet morning. I'm so sorry. I can go or well, did you eat yet? Maybe we can get brunch or tea?" He smiled at me babbling so I stuck my tongue out at him playfully. "Hey, my marriage just fell apart. Shouldn't you be feeling sorry for me?"

Draco frowned then pointed at himself, "Widower having his first birthday since his wife passed away from a blood curse. I win the pity party here, Granger." I feel horrified. He sees my face, I know he knows what I'm thinking. He knows me better than anyone these days. I can feel the tears welling up in my eyes. "Only kidding, love." He rushed towards me and Crushes me into his chest as I begin to sob quietly.

"I'm horrible! I'm so sorry, Draco!" He hushed me and rubbed my back.

"I'm fine, Granger. No need for tears. You are probably my best friend at the moment, Hermione. You couldn't be horrible or offend me if you tried." I squeeze him tighter then sniffle.

"Am I really your best friend?" I ask quietly as I look up at him. We locked eyes, then he nods as we continue to look into each other's eyes. "Draco?" I whisper then suddenly go on my tippy toes and kiss him softly on the lips. The jolt of electricity that I know we both felt at that moment gave us pause. As I start to pull away, his hand holds me firmly in place.

Draco's POV

I could feel my heart racing. Hermione just kissed me. She kissed me and just as I had always suspected it would, it felt right...it felt good. "Granger, can we do that again?" Her consenting nod was all I needed. I held the back of her head with one hand and pulled her flush against me with the other on the small of her back. Kissing her with everything I had, her soft moans had me wanting to take her right there in the Muggle literature reading nook. "Hermione." I said her name as if it were a prayer.

"Oh, Draco." The breathy way she said my name had me lifting her off the floor, and when she wrapped her legs around my waist, I knew she definitely wanted me just as much as I wanted her. "Sit on the chair." She demanded, so I walked us over, carrying her as if she weighed nothing. "I want you, oh God, do I want you." She confessed as she rocked against my hardness.

I couldn't help myself and tore her robes open, pulling her shirt down to expose her bra and began to suck and kiss her breasts through her pink lace bra. Hermione gasped at the sensation and threw her head back in pleasure. "Not that I'm not enjoying this, but we are in a bookstore where anyone could catch us." I say in a rush of words before diving back in.

"Let's go back to your house. Mine's a zoo with photographers everywhere." Hermione kissed me deeply and rubbed up against my erection again as she whispered in my ear wantonly, "Please." Her plea hit my ears and I practically flew out of the armchair. "Wait." I placed her down and she casted out her patronus. "Trent, I will see you tomorrow. I'm apparating to my," she looked at me and smirked, "very good friend's house and celebrating his birthday. I will Floo call you later." I was so out of it, I couldn't recall who Trent was. I no the confused look on my face was apparent when she giggled and said, "The bodyguard." She shrugged then took my hand in hers.

I kissed her once more then asked, "Ready?" Hermione smiled brightly and nodded. The familiar pull of apparating was over in mere seconds. We landed directly in my bedroom. "Now, where were we?" I said as I pulled her back into my embrace.

"Happy birthday," she said as she began to undress me. We pulled at each other's clothing until we were both down to our underwear. "You're just as sexy as I dreamed you were." Hermione slid her hands down my abdominal muscles and traced the waistband of my black boxer briefs to my ass and squeezed. I groaned then pulled her head back to devour her mouth again.

"Is this really happening?" I ask before continuing to kiss her. She giggled when I picked her up and carried her to the bed. "I've wanted you so long." More kisses. As I hovered above her, I couldn't help but smile down at her smiling up at me. "No turning back now, Granger. You're sure?" Hermione answered with one more kiss before opening her legs wider to give me access.

She moaned my name as I entered her with my throbbing cock, filling her up. "Draco, oh God you feel so good. So good." Her pants were like fuel to me as we slowly made love. She was perfect. She was mine. I never wanted to part from her ever again.

"You feel so tight. So perfect." I kissed her and picked up the pace. I knew I wouldn't last very long; I hadn't had sex in years. After Scorpius was born, Astoria's health deteriorated and she never wanted to be intimate. He thrived off his sex dreams and yanking it in the shower. "Hermione, I think I'm gonna come." Her moans didn't help.

I reached between our bodies and started rubbing her clit to bring her closer. "Oh! Oh my god! Yes! Right there!"

Hermione's POV

I hadn't felt this kind of pleasure in over twenty years. I dug my nails into his back as he brought me to the best orgasm I'd ever had in my life. My walls clenching around him as I screamed his name. Draco let go as he grunted my name as well. I could feel him filling me with his cum. I had dreamt of this moment for years.

Becoming friends, best friends, confidants and now lovers. As I lay wrapped up in his arms, any thoughts of my failed marriage and the husband that betrayed me were long gone. This, the feeling of being incandescently happy and in love with Draco, was the best moment of my life with the exception of my children being born.

"Good birthday?" I couldn't help but ask him as we cuddled up to bask in the afterglow.

"The best so far." He kissed the top of my head.

I giggled then told him, "I'm not returning your gift either."

He huffed a laughed and answered back, "You're stuck with me, Granger, so I hope you weren't looking forward to being single." As we laughed together, we both thought the same thing.

This felt right.

A/N: So...should I continue or just wrap it up with an epilogue?