The Malfoy Mansion was quite. It' s been nearly four years since the second war has ended. The white marble floors were reflecting the sunlight. The windows were dressed with heavy navy curtains. White and golden flowers were imprinted on them. It was a depressing autumn day despite the sun. It was their anniversary. They forced into marriage under the magical law that had been established only a year after the Voldemort's defeat. The law was strict. All the wizards and witches between the ages 17 to 45 had to get married. The pair should be created by one pure blood and one muggleborn. The minister reach both of them crying for help, in order to help him to promote the law, he asked them to set the good example that everyone would follow.

Her only demand was the room that she got tortured would stay closed for as long as she and her husband would stay there. Even with the door shut she didn't go anywhere near it. That day she was sitting at the gardens. She was wearing a burgundy blouse and a skinny black pair of pants. Behind her sunglasses her eyes were watery. She was reading the Daily Prophet. Ron was smiling at her through the page holding the Quidditch cup. She missed them, since she got married to Draco, her old friends were nowhere around.

The wedding they had it was more of an arrangement. She wasn't happy but she wasn't depressed either. It was a compromise for both of them. His father was at Azkaban and his mother was on the country side trying to escape her demons. "Good morning" she heard his voice. "Happy anniversary" she said as she closed the magazine. He took the chair across her. "Shall we celebrate it?" he asked with his usual smirk on his face. "Not in the mood Draco" Hermione said icly. He took the daily prophet from her lap "what are you reading there?". He stopped at the photograph of Ron with the cup. "The Weasel did it as i see. That's why you are sad?" he said showing her the picture. Hermione glanced across the garden silently. "Come on Hermiony, you explained to them, even I tried too. Don't do this to yourself." A tear slipped down her chin. She didn't mind to show her feelings in front of him anymore. " i should get ready for the store" she said and she left leaving him alone to finish his breakfast.

The bedroom, well their bedroom, was quite big. He had the courtesy to let her decorate it as she liked. She had installed a walk in closet. The walls had a black tapestry with red roses. The bed was a mahogany canopy. The sheets were dark green made by silk. The blanket on top was black and fluffy. A dresser from mahogany and a vanity with a big in-framed mirror was at the one corner. She sat at the stool and looked her reflection. She got thinner. She brushed her hair as she was watching the strange lady in the mirror do the same. She didn't have any complain. Draco had changed after the war. Just like everyone else. He didn't gave her any hard time, he was gentle and didn't push her to do anything.

"Have a good day mistress" she heard the house elf greeting her as she was going to her store. The first year of marriage was awkward. They ate together, they slept together but they weren't together. At the second year she discussed with him about buying a book store. She assured him that she was the one who would be responsible about it. The book store was her shelter. She got used to see people passing by. She was feeling numb. All that years, she had a routine, a home, someone who was waiting for her and all she could do is just watch the passengers out of the store carrying on with their lives and she was pinned inside her own little bubble.

It was late at the afternoon when she heard the bell from the door ringing. Someone was in the store. She looked at the client only to realise that the man was her husband. "I got a surprise for you." He said with a wide smile as he walked his way to the counter. Hermione looked at him. "You know that you don't have to do that." she said with a little smile. "I am yours Hermione and it's about time to prove it to you" Draco said. His smile was gone. His gray eyes was filled with emotions of regret and love. Hermione had saw these eyes many times before. At their first fight, at his father trial, the first time they had sex. "Alright, just let me send the deliveries for tomorrow and we are out of here."

They went back to the Manor. "What is the surprise?" she asked. "It's inside" he said and gently took her hand. She took her inside. Their steps were echoing. "Draco no" she said when she realised that he was taken her to that awful room. "No" he said softly "Hermione it's ok" and took her hand again. She could she that the door was different. She followed Draco silently. When they were in front of this new translucent door Draco left her hand and took a step aside. "Go ahead, open it" he said. She stood there for a second then she turned the handle and opened the door.

Draco knowing that she wouldn't come near that room, for the last month worked freely. He teared the whole room apart. With every peace he torned out he felt lighter. He wasn't doing it just for her. He was doing it for them both. The walls now where from glass. The floor was stone patterned. In the middle he had set a fountain. On the four corners were flowerpots filled with roses, carnations, lilies and many more flowers and herbs. The ceiling was a glass dome. He tried to make an inside garden. For her. For them. Hermione gasped at the sight of the room. She turned to her husband who was standing next to her. "Draco, that's beautiful" she said as she turned and hugged him. "Welcome home, love" he said and held her to his arms.