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August 20, 2005

Hermione flicked her wand in the direction of the food she had prepared, sending it to the table under a stasis charm. Feeling reasonably prepared with enough food and libations, she took off toward her bedroom to once again stare blankly at her closet. The majority of her wardrobe was simple, sensible. Robes for work, jeans and t-shirts for casual weekends, a few dresses for galas and events she inevitably ended up being forced to attend now and then. She sighed, while thumbing through pieces of clothing that didn’t feel right. Her gaze caught on one dress, but she hesitated — she didn’t want to seem like she was trying too hard, but she also didn’t want to look like she wasn’t putting any effort in. 

In the end, she settled on a comfortable pair of trousers and a light pink silk blouse that had just enough cleavage to still be appropriate for a first date, while also being alluring — she hoped, anyway. She slipped on her trusty pair of flats because she refused to wear heels in her own home. 

She was nervous, that much was obvious. In the last 7 years since the end of the war, Hermione had had her fair share of failed relationships and dates. After a brief, somewhat disastrous, go with Ron right after the Battle of Hogwarts, Hermione dove head first into a series of attempted courtships. Would her time have been better spent doing other things? Well, of course. But after spending so many years in turmoil while trying to save the wizarding world, Hermione craved companionship. More than that, she craved a partner to which she could share her burdens with. 

Hermione wasn’t too proud to admit that she didn’t want to be alone. While she fancied herself an independent witch and yes, she really was, she also knew what she wanted. She didn’t want to come home to an empty flat after a long day at St. Mungo’s. She didn’t want to make dinner for one or go to sleep in a bed that was too big for just her. 

So while simultaneously earning her Healing mastery and working her way up to a Senior Healer, she dated — a lot. 

Following her six month relationship with Ron, she reconnected with Viktor Krum. While she was reminded of how much of a good time he was, it became clear quickly that Viktor had no intentions of settling down or staying monogamous. Hermione could understand not wanting to get married or have children any time soon — after all, she wasn’t exactly ready for that either — but she did demand exclusivity in an established relationship; she still wasn’t sure if this was her being unreasonable, or if the rest of the world had lost their minds. 

After Viktor, there was a string of first dates with men she’d rather forget — especially considering they were all rather forgettable, usually only wanting to date her because she was the Golden Girl of the Golden Trio. There was the slightly longer tryst with Charlie Weasley, though given the history of her and his brother, that fizzled out quicker than either of them would have liked. 

Hermione hadn’t yet given up on finding her forever, but she did feel her hope… dwindling. She knew she was young still — she was only just shy of her 26th birthday — but her younger self had always pictured her married by the time she was 25, with children by the time she was 30. Of course, Hermione had more aspirations than being a mother and a wife, though she liked to make it perfectly clear that she didn’t begrudge any woman who chose those over a traditional career; but now that she had reached a respectable position in her profession, she wanted to push forward in her personal life. 

That burning desire, which blazed deep inside her daily, led her to the date she was preparing for tonight. 

When Draco Malfoy joined the staff at St. Mungo’s over a year ago, Hermione was neither pleased nor upset. In reality, she didn’t care one way or another. She held no hard feelings towards Malfoy or his mother — though his father could rot in Azkaban — and had long forgiven him for his actions in the war and his bullying during their childhood. The apology letter, apart of what Hermione had penned “The Apology Tour,” she received shortly after he was sentenced to a year of house arrest had settled something inside her that she didn’t know needed soothing. Hermione responded in kind, assuring Malfoy that she understood his position and would be happy to wipe the slate clean. She believed then that he was genuine, and she was proven right as the years went on. 

She knew after his house arrest was up, he moved out of the country with Narcissa. She had heard he had also become a Healer, which surprised her at first, but she remembered the small smile that her mouth made on its own when she learned the news. If she were being honest, she didn't think about Malfoy very much throughout the years. Occasionally he would be brought up in conversation, but it was very casual and was soon forgotten. 

Their friend groups had tangled together shortly after Harry and Ginny broke up for the final time. In a twist none of them were expecting, Harry found love with one Theodore Nott when they met again through his job at the ministry. It took some time for the Gryffindors and Slytherins to behave well enough to stand to be together for longer than a couple of hours, but eventually they were all so immersed with each other that it was difficult to know where one friend group stopped and the other started. 

When Harry and Theo got engaged, Hermione ultimately saw Malfoy for the first time after the war at their wedding. Hermione and Malfoy were cordial, exchanging hellos and how are yous and even a short dance, before going their separate ways again. 

It was a little over two years later that Malfoy moved back to London permanently, accepting a position at St. Mungo’s in the Potion and Plant Poisoning Ward, while Hermione was located in the Spell Damage ward. Their interactions at first were limited to random spottings in the hallways or staff rooms, but about seven months into his employment, they had a case overlap that required them to work together to heal a patient. 

It took them the better part of the last five months, but eventually they were able to solve the mystery and thus brought the end of their partnership. 

To Hermione’s complete surprise, she found herself melancholy over the thought of not spending copious amounts of time with Malfoy. She had gotten used to seeing him daily at least for brief periods of time, and had grown to enjoy their banter. Long gone were the days of him talking down to her or calling her names, and what was left was stimulating conversation and a quiet sort of friendship that Hermione didn't know she had been missing in her life. 

Because of their shared friends, they often found themselves together outside of work at the pub or occasionally a friends house. Their interactions were easy, but she could tell she was holding herself back -- and she thought she could see him holding something back too. 

When they had finished the last report together, Hermione was sure they would return to seeing each other rarely at work, and possibly limited to whenever their friends had a get together. She was confused about how she felt about this, but hadn't worked up any courage to bring up her thoughts to him. Luckily for her, he decided to take the plunge for the both of them. 

“Say, Granger. Would you like to go out with me sometime?” Malfoy asked. He appeared calm and confident, though Hermione felt she had gotten to know him reasonably well in the last year and thought she could see just a bit of trepidation in his eyes. 

His request wasn’t too out of left field — she, too, had felt something brewing between the two of them. She just hadn’t been sure she wanted it to go anywhere. 

But, her yearning for a partner whispered in the back of her mind, "why not?” Because what’s the worst that could happen? They go out once, decide the spark they thought they shared wasn’t there, and then reverted back to their time of seeing each other sometimes at work and sometimes at the pub. Or…. 

It was that line of thought that had Hermione saying, “Yes.” 

In her subconscious need to prove her loyalty to feminism, she had suggested they have dinner at her flat and if they were feeling up to it afterward, she could show him a film. His eyes had lit up at that and he admitted to never having gotten around to explore the muggle world of television or film, and he excitedly agreed. 

So now, she waited in her living room and wondered if she was setting herself up for heart break, or if this could possibly be the night that brings her back to life.

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Draco Malfoy couldn’t deny that he lived a charmed life. Even growing up in the tumultuous household under the watchful eye of Lucius Malfoy, and later Lord Voldemort himself, Draco was given every privilege and advantage his parents could think of. 

When that all came to a grinding halt his fifth year of Hogwarts, Draco was forced to reconcile who he thought his parents were and who they actually were. There was very little love lost with his father, but he loved his Mother and quickly realized it would be up to him to save her. 

After the war, Draco was grateful all he received was house arrest, while his Mother was pardoned after testimony from Harry Potter himself convinced the Wizengamot that Narcissa Black Malfoy did not deserve prison. It was during his year stuck in the Manor that Draco began his internal reflection and began to wonder if there was more to his life, maybe if he had more to give than just sneering and causing pain to others. 

It was around month eight that he decided to go into Healing. He had had enough of war, enough of hurting everyone around him, and though he had no need for an actual job, he wanted to see if he could give back. His mother helped him apply for Healing masteries abroad, knowing he would be more likely to be accepted anywhere other than England so close after the war. He didn’t want to move out of the country, but he knew that because of his actions, his reputation was too damaged for the majority of the Wizarding Britain. 

He was offered a mastery position in France and quickly accepted, moving there just a few months after his house arrest and subsequent probation had been completed. While in France, Draco thrived. He was no longer confined to the rules of his father and with his name not meaning much there, he was able to build a quiet life of peace. 

Though he was settled quite happily in France, Draco couldn't help but miss his home. His mother had stayed behind in Wiltshire and though he saw her often, it wasn’t the same. His friends visited at least monthly, but Draco often found himself wondering if he shouldn’t try and move back. 

It didn’t help that his mother was pressuring him to find a bride. Though he knew she wouldn’t push anyone on him that he didn’t like, and he was sure she was no longer concerned with blood purity as a whole, he knew his mother had a short list of women she wanted him to pursue. She would never force him to marry and he was confident the decision would be left to him, but still, he felt her sadness over his lack of love life every time he spoke with her. 

Since the war ended, Draco had had exactly zero relationships. He wasn’t interested in a formal courtship that ended with contracts and betrothals and unhappy marriages, and he certainly wasn’t a popular choice anymore for most eligible witches. There was a very brief mention of restoring his betrothal contract with Astoria Greengrass after she graduated Hogwarts, but Draco was quick to shut that down with little pushback from Astoria herself, much to the chagrin of his mother. 

He had entertained a few dates and a couple situationships, but there was never anyone serious enough to consider anything more than a single night with. Draco had resigned himself to a life of bachelorhood, and for the most part, he was okay with that. 

That sentiment, however, changed shortly after he saw Hermione Granger for the first time since the war. 

It was during his best mate’s wedding — how Theo had ended up shackled to Harry bloody Potter, Draco still wasn’t quite sure — that he saw her again. She was breathtaking, dressed in a sleeveless lilac dress that just grazed the tops of her knees. Her hair was left down and curly, much like it was at school, but now it looked endearing instead of infuriating. Somehow, she looked both younger and more mature than she did the last time he saw her — though he supposed he saw her last on the battlefield looking worse for wear, not unlike himself. 

For the first time in over four years, Draco felt something other than mild attraction to a woman. He was supposed to feel disgusted with himself, at least that’s what his father would have said and what was beat into him the first 18 years of his life. But instead, he felt utter relief. He knew nothing would ever come of it — he lived in another country with no plans to return and she was Hermione Granger for fuck’s sake, there was no way she would ever give him the time of day. 

But he was still pleased to know he was capable of feeling more than apathy for another person. While he approached her with caution, he was pleasantly surprised to be met with a warm hello and even managed to snag a dance from her. 

He would vehemently deny that she was the reason he finally decided to move back to London to anyone who asked, though privately, he knew Granger was the primary motivation. He knew she worked at St. Mungo’s and he thought even being given the chance to be near her might be worth the scrutiny he knew he’d be under once he stepped foot back into Britain. 

It was easier than he thought, obtaining a position at St. Mungo’s. His qualifications and experience spoke for themselves and he was left reeling with disbelief when he left his interview with a job offer. Between making the decision, applying, interviewing, and wrapping up his cases at the French hospital he was currently employed at, it took over two years for him to make the permanent move. 

He was sure by the time he made it to London that Granger would have been taken off the market, but he was shocked when he learned that not only was she still single, but that she had been single for quite some time. 

He took some time to covertly learn about her past through their mutual friends — Theo and Potter were more than willing to talk about their shared love for Granger after a few fire whiskeys were consumed, and the more he learned, the more he pined. She had welcomed him to the staff within a week of him starting, but he soon learned they worked on different floors and would have very little reason to see each other. Still, he managed to see her at least once a week at work and once every few outside of work during gatherings with their friends. 

When a legitimate case came up that required them to work together in a long-term partnership, Draco was delighted. During their five months of working closely together, Draco learned that not only was Granger wickedly smart, she was reasonably funny and indubitably kind. He knew around two months in that he was starting to fall for her, though he wasn't yet sure if his feelings would ever be reciprocated. 

He played it safe, keeping their relationship strictly professional as long as they were officially on a case together. He knew her fairly well now and assumed she wouldn’t appreciate crossing that line. 

However, as soon as their case came to an end, he knew he couldn’t — didn’t want to — wait any longer. He figured he didn't have much to lose, and though he hoped they could remain friends if she rejected him, he knew he would never forgive himself if he didn't at least try. 

When she agreed to go out with him, Draco was borderline giddy — not that he would ever admit it or allow anyone to see him like that. 

Now he stood in front of a floor length mirror inside his bedroom, internally panicking. He was due at her flat in just under an hour, and he was conflicted with many things. First, he wasn’t sure what to wear. Normally, he just wore a muggle suit under his healer robes — very casual in his opinion. He wouldn’t be caught dead in jeans, never quite understanding why so many wizards and witches were preferring them these days. When he was alone at home, he allowed himself to lounge in jogger sweatpants, though he had never allowed another soul to witness that. Usually for a first date, he tried to stay relatively formal, even if he wasn’t all that interested in the witch he was to be out with. 

The difference between those dates and this one were many — he actually liked the woman he was going to see, and they were having their date inside her flat rather than out in a restaurant. His usual attire would be seen as stuffy, especially to Granger who he knew had a fondness for muggle leggings and casual shirts when she wasn’t at work. 

He finally settled on a pair of black trousers and a navy button up shirt, reasoning that it was indicative of the casual setting they'd be in, while also putting forth the effort he wanted to her to know she deserved. 

His second conflicting thought — he wasn’t sure how strong to come on or if he should act nonchalant. He knew he was halfway in love with her already, but he didn't want to scare her off before he has the chance to convince her to love him back. He knew she was looking to settle down — she had made that perfectly clear in the time that he had gotten to know her -- but he wasn't sure if she would consider him a serious contender or not. Perhaps she was just entertaining him tonight, or perhaps this would be the time he got it right. 

Either way, it was time for him to go and see if she might possibly, just maybe, might need him forever. 

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It was 8:05 when the Floo activated and out stepped Draco Malfoy, a bouquet of flowers in one hand and a bottle of wine in the other. Hermione stood from the couch and approached him slowly.

“Hi.” She said, suddenly shy. Her heart was beating fast; she wondered if he could hear it. 

He smiled at her and leaned forward to brush his lips across her cheek, leaving a burning sensation behind. “Hi yourself, Granger. These are for you.” He handed her the bouquet and pulled his wand from his pocket, conjuring a glass vase and filling it with water before placing it on the coffee table in front of them. He gestured for her to place the flowers in the vase, and then walked further into the room. 

“Nice place, Granger. Thank you for having me over.” 

Hermione blinked, then shook her head trying to get her to come back to her senses. She wasn’t exactly sure when her crush on Malfoy started, but she knew without a doubt she hadn’t felt this way about anyone in a really long time. 

“Thanks Malfoy. Would you like a tour?” She took the bottle of wine from him and sent it to the dining room with a flick of her wand, then looped her arm through his as she led him throughout her flat. “It’s not much. Certainly not the Manor. But it’s home.” 

He chuckled as he covertly pulled her closer to his side. “Not much is like the Manor, I’m afraid. Though I don’t live there anymore.” 

Hermione looked at him, stunned. She tried to recall if they had talked before about his living arrangements and perhaps she just forgot, but she didn’t think he had mentioned it. "You don't live at the Manor? Where do you live?” 

She had led him through the living room, dining room, and kitchen by now and they were making their way down her hall to the bathrooms and bedrooms. She stopped in front of her favorite room, her library and she ushered him inside. 

She watched as he thumbed through her collection, an amused smirk on his face, as he spoke. “I have a townhouse just outside Diagon. My mother still lives at the Manor, so I am a frequent visitor, but after my house arrest I really couldn't fathom being a permanent resident again.” 

Hermione nodded thoughtfully. She leaned against the door, crossing her arms, as he perused her shelves, pulling out titles every now and then to explore further.  “That makes sense.” 

“You know, your library is quite impressive for the space you have. Though I wonder what you’d do if you ever saw the library at the Manor. I think you might positively lose yourself there and I’d be forced to live there once again. Come to think of it, that would make my Mother absolutely elated so it wouldn't surprise me if she somehow would concoct a plan to make you never leave.” He laughed softly to himself, stuffing his hands into his pockets and sauntering closer to her. 

She grinned as he drew nearer, and cocked her head. “While I can safely say the Manor still wouldn’t be one of my favorite places to be, I could be… persuaded by the promise of a library tour. Though I can promise you I would leave... eventually anyway. Maybe an extended vacation at most.” 

He was in front of her now, the heat from his body radiating down her own. He brushed his fingers down her arm, causing a shiver to make its way down her spine. 

“Maybe a second date, then.” He murmured, a slow smile spreading across his face. Good grief. They hadn’t even commenced their first date and he was already talking about a second. Hermione wasn’t sure if she was nervous at his forwardness or enthralled. She figured she had time to figure it out. 

Taking his confidence as a sign, she threaded her fingers through his and pulled him out of the room. “Let’s see how tonight goes, Malfoy. Then maybe I’ll agree to a visit at the Manor. Though I’m not certain your mother would have any reason to want to see me.” She frowned slightly, thinking of Narcissa Malfoy. She hadn’t gave her much thought over the years, even when she reconnected with Malfoy. She wondered if Narcissa had changed any of her ways; while she could be thankful to the woman for saving Harry’s life, and in turn helping them win the war, she was still a woman who allowed her 16 year old to be branded for life and let an evil Wizard force said son into a life of servitude. Hermione didn’t have any anger toward Narcissa any longer, but she couldn’t help but wonder if things would have been different if she had stood up to her husband at any point before sixth year. 

Malfoy squeezed her hand, bringing her back to the present. “Actually, I think you’d get on well with Mother. She’s changed a lot.” 

Hermione contemplated this for a moment. She supposed it was possible Narcissa had turned over a new leaf, after all, Malfoy certainly had. But while Malfoy had been a child when most of his crimes were committed, Narcissa was decidedly not; she had the age and wisdom to know better, and yet she still proscribed to the blood purity culture and and supported the eradication of Muggleborns and Muggles alike. Hermione wasn’t sure how, if the first Wizarding world didn’t alter her view, the second one didn’t. Although, she imagined seeing your child put through the horrors that he was might have been a contributing factor. 

“I can hear you thinking, Granger. I know it must be hard to believe. I think almost losing everything was an extreme wake up call. That, and I promised to never speak to her again if she didn’t change her beliefs.” Malfoy’s had a steady grip of her hand, which Hermione thought felt a lot like stability, though she pushed that thought away — much too soon for that. 

They were at the precipice of her bedroom now, which she hesitated to show him. She didn’t want him to think she was suggesting anything, which she decidedly was not, though she didn’t want to make a big deal out of nothing. “Did you really say that to her?” She asked, as they wandered inside her bedroom. “Also, here’s my bedroom and that’s the end of the tour, let’s go back to the kitchen now—“ she awkwardly spouted as she tried to drag him out of the room. No need for him to spend more time in there than necessary. 

Malfoy smirked at her and held her still. “What, Granger? Don’t want me in your bedroom?” 

She rolled her eyes. "This is our first date, Malfoy. I hardly think you’ll be making it to my bedroom for any reason tonight.” 

She could see the heat in his eyes as his tongue darted out and licked his lips. She stifled a groan, wondering how it was possible for her to be feeling any type of way towards him yet. He hadn't even been there for an hour and she was already thinking of ways she could convince him to never leave. 

He leaned in close and whispered against her ear. “Maybe not tonight, but soon, I think.” 

She shivered and tugged him along. It was early in the night still, they had plenty to get through before there was any question of things turning into more. Once they reached her dining room, he pulled her chair out and helped her sit down, then sat down to her left. 

“Anyway, yes I did tell her that. Obviously I was a cunt in school and I had realized that by then — if I’m being honest I had realized that much earlier, but it was only then that I was able to actually do anything about it. During my house arrest, I was mandated to see a Mind Healer once a week. That’s actually how I first got the idea to go into Healing myself. We worked through everything that happened in my childhood, the war, and eventually I knew that in order to make a permanent change, my mother needed to change with me or get left behind. I think she had already started to change some of her opinions, but it took me threatening to cut off contact for her to really start putting in work.” 

Hermione leaned forward on her elbows, fascinated by the conversation. “So, what, she doesn’t believe in blood purity now? She agrees Muggleborns can be just as powerful as purebloods?”

Malfoy cupped his chin with his index finger and thumb, relaxing into his chair. “Yes and no. I think to a certain degree, she will always believe purebloods should be held above others. That was so far engrained in her that I fear it will never truly go away. But she doesn’t dislike Muggleborns, or even Muggles, anymore. She does recognize that being Muggleborn doesn't mean anything when it comes to power — for example, she has admitted that you are a more powerful witch than most purebloods she’s met.” 

“Interesting. I suppose I can understand how it would be difficult to break that indoctrination, especially as an adult. I imagine it was easier for you since you were still a child when you started to question things.” 

Malfoy nodded. “Exactly. Truly, I started to question things when I first met you, I just didn’t fully grasp that back then. I hated you, but it was more because you made me think — I didn’t understand how it was possible that you were as smart and powerful as you were when you came from Muggles. I was too young to understand that my hatred was actually interest. And then my beliefs were obliterated by sixth year. But by then, I was lost to the cause and there was no way out.” 

Hermione reached out for his hand, twining their fingers together and running her thumb across his skin. “We were all children fighting a war for adults. We were all taken advantage of, on both sides.” 

Malfoy placed his other hand on top of hers, his gaze flicking down. “I guess I always thought you revered all the adults on your side. My side, yeah they were all fucked. But your side…” 

“First off, I don’t believe you can really call Voldemort’s side ‘your side’ even if that’s where you were at the time. You didn’t truly want to be fighting for them. And second… I struggle with the leadership we had. Dumbledore was… deeply flawed. He essentially put the weight of the war on Harry’s shoulders and left him with very little support in the end. Everyone else did there best, but at the end of the day, the three of us were given more responsibility than any adults were, and I’ve come to resent that. Don’t get me wrong, we had powerful wizards and witches fighting with us at the end, but so much of the war was solely based on what Harry accomplished, and he was an 18 year old kid — it should have never been his responsibility in the first place.” 

Malfoy grimaced as Hermione let go of his hand and stopped the stasis charm on their food. She opened the bottle of wine he brought and tapped her wand to fill the glasses on the table. 

“I suppose I never thought of it that way. Honestly, I always though Potter reveled in the attention.” 

Hermione shook her head as she took a bite of the pasta she had prepared. “No, he hated it really. But he felt responsible for the wizarding world since the moment he came back first year.  I often wonder what life would have been like if we’d been allowed a normal childhood; it was really rather exhausting getting into life-threatening situations year after year.” 

Malfoy quietly ate his food as they descended into a comfortable silence for a few minutes. He grabbed for his wine glass and took a sip, before starting, “I can honestly say I never thought about any of it from Potter’s perspective, or even yours. But I guess it makes sense, really, why things turned out the way it did. I agree, it’s interesting to think about what our school years would’ve been like without the threat of Voldemort or war. Maybe they would’ve been boring.” 

“Or maybe we could have been friends. Who knows. I don’t regret anything and I find it’s a waste of time to spend too much of my life thinking about what could have been, but I like to think we’ve created a better world now. One that I’m not afraid to exist it or to raise my own children in. Had everything not happened, who knows if it would feel as safe today as it does.” 

Malfoy took the segue she unintentionally offered and asked, “So… you do want children?” She searched his face for his feelings, but only found interest with possibly a spot of nerves. 

“Yes, I do. Ideally, I would’ve had them by now. But you know. Life goes how it goes.” Hermione wasn't shy about her want for a family. With her own parents still living a blissful child-free life in Australia, and the Weasley’s never quite feeling like hers again after her breakup with Ron, she was desperate to create a family of her own. She knew she wore her heart on her sleeve and often invited hurt into her life, but she couldn’t imagine wasting anytime with a man who didn’t want the same things she did. It was an unspoken rule of hers that she would mention children on all first dates, just to make her intentions known. That isn't to say that each of her dates would have had a chance either way, but better to weed out the nonstarters from the beginning. 

They had both finished their meal by now and were well on their way through the wine bottle. Hermione sent the dishes to the sink with a swish of her wrist and held her hand out for Malfoy to take. Once their fingers were linked, she walked him over to the living room and they settled on the couch. She summoned their wine glasses and the bottle, refilling both as she went. 

“Whatever happened with Weasley, by the way? I was surprised to hear when you two split up.” He said it with no malice, she noted. His hatred toward the Weasley family had either dwindled or completely disappeared since the war ended. Ron was often present at their group outings and she had seen him and Malfoy together a few times, though there was never much more than a nod exchanged between the two. She had witnessed Malfoy and Harry talking freely, though she could admit that Harry was always more forgiving than Ron. 

She sighed as she pulled her legs up and curled them beneath her. She leaned her head on one propped elbow on the back of the couch as she faced him. Internally she beamed when his hand found its way to her thigh and rested there. There was only a few centimeters between them, her knee touching the sides of his own thighs and her chest just a breath away from his. His arm was slung around the back of the couch where his hand idly traced circles on her arm. “Really, nothing happened per se. We tried for a few months and it was… awkward to say the least. There wasn’t that chemistry I thought we had in school. At the end, it was clear we were trying to force something to appease everyone around us. It was a fairly amicable breakup. We’re still friends, though we’ve never been as close as we once were, and I don’t see him or his family nearly as often as I used to, especially after Harry and Ginny also broke up.” 

He hummed and shifted closer. “I don’t think I ever would have imagined Theo and Potter ending up together. They work though, surprisingly. Theo tells me Potter is different than he was in school.”

“Harry’s a lot happier now. When the weight of the world was lifted from his shoulders, he felt like he could finally breathe again. Now, everyone gets to see the side of him that was usually reserved for Ron and I. It’s refreshing, really, to know that the war didn’t fundamentally change him. He’s just free to be who always was meant to be now. Theo helps him too. I think before he met Theo, he was still trying to live up to someone else’s standards that were impossible to meet. Theo helped bring him back down to Earth. And incidentally, he brought all you Snakes into my life, which turned out to be more positive than I ever thought it would be.” She teased. 

Malfoy snickered and let his arm fully wrap around her shoulder. “Everyone talks of you fondly. Not just you, but all of you. It’s a strange group of people, but it seems to work. I’m not sure how I fit in quite yet, though. I usually feel like an outsider looking in when I come out with you all.” 

Hermione smiled and reached out to brush some of his pale blonde hair out of his eyes, her hand lingering for a moment. “Maybe you can fit in with me.” She suggested quietly. She was rewarded with a blinding smile and his head leaning into her hand. He twisted, kissing her palm. 

“I think I could.” He murmured against her skin. “I want a family too, by the way. In case that’s important information to have.” 

She appreciated his forwardness and willingness to put it all on the table. Hermione wasn’t one for games and she hoped he wasn’t either. She had a fluttery feeling swirling in her belly about Malfoy that she wasn’t exactly ready to voice aloud yet, but she was now confident she wanted to see where this would go. “Very important. Thank you for sharing.” She paused a moment, working to gather her thoughts so she could accurately voice them. “I’ll be very blunt, Malfoy. I like you. I think you like me too, evidenced by you asking me out and your behavior tonight. I’m not looking for anything casual. I’m not asking for a proposal tomorrow, obviously I’m not insane, but if we were to move forward past tonight, I just need to be on the same page.” 

Malfoy grinned and pulled both of her hands into his and held on tightly. “I think we’re on the same page.” 

She cocked her head and decided he could handle her honesty. “It’s no secret that I date a lot. But I don’t date multiple people at the same time and I ask the same of my partners.” She realized asking for exclusivity after one date was likely off-putting, but it was a boundary she had to set early on in her life and it was one she was adamant about sticking to.

It was his turn to observe her. “You dealt with infidelity, didn't you?” He asked, curious. 

She hesitated only briefly, before realizing she was safe with sharing her truths with him. “Yes, sort of. When I was in my early 20s I was seeing a wizard who was also seeing several other witches. We had never explicitly talked about being exclusive, but I thought it was implied based on our conversations and… well safe to say, I should have been explicit. So now, I make sure to be clear about my expectations. I understand it's not for everyone and some consider me unreasonable for it, but… anyway, I understand if that doesn’t work for you. I’ll have had a lovely night with you either way.” She was only partially lying — she didn’t want to understand if he didn’t want that with her because she was enjoying him more and more as the night went on, but she also knew she wouldn’t change her mind about this, no matter how much she might like him already. 

“I don’t date, really. This is my first date in… years. So I have no problem exclusively dating you, that is, if you want to.” 

“I find it hard to believe that Draco Malfoy hasn’t had a date in years. Have you seen you?” She felt no shame looking him up and down, admiring the view. 

He laughed and she thought it was the most beautiful sound she had ever heard. “It’s true. Much to my mother’s disappointment, I am rather celibate these days.” 

“Well now, there’s a difference between dating and having sex.” She had taken part in a number of one night stands, though she wasn’t particularly proud of that fact. She used to think sex required a meaningful connection, and though she assumed sex would be better if she were emotionally attached to the wizard, she had never experienced that herself so she had a hard time believing in it. In her relationships with Ron, Viktor, and Charlie, sex was fine. Better than the one offs she had because there was some connection other than physical, but it was never anything burning like she always thought it might be. 

Malfoy shook his head. “Not for me. I’m not much for casual sex. Not that there’s anything wrong with it, but I have a hard time letting my guard down enough to engage in anything with someone who I haven’t at least had one or two dates with. And since I’ve never been in a relationship, sex has not been something I've experienced much of.” 

Hermione tried and failed to keep her jaw from falling open, quickly snapping it shut when she realized she was gawking at him. “Wait, okay. A lot to unpack there. You’ve never been in a relationship?” 

“No, not unless you count Pansy fourth year which I don’t, really. She wouldn’t either. And then after that, I hardly had enough time to sleep and eat let alone entertain any witch. After the war… I needed to focus on myself for a bit. Healing and getting over everything that had happened. My mother, as I'm sure you can imagine, has tried to set me up several times with daughters of her friends, but I’ve never been interested. I’ve been so focused on my career and no one ever really caught my attention, so I just let my personal life remain a bit hollow. It wasn’t until…” he trailed off, catching himself before he revealed anything to her. 

She poked his side. “Until what, Malfoy? Tell me.” 

He blew out a breath and carded a hand through his hair. “Well, it wasn’t until I saw you at the Theo’s wedding that I felt anything for anyone again.” 

Hermione’s breath caught in her throat as she realized how long he had been at the very least attracted to her. She remembered how handsome she thought he was at the wedding, and how she had been taken aback by her own thoughts of him. She had quickly forgotten it, not lending another moment towards feelings that would never have gone anywhere, so she assumed at the time. “Me?” She squeaked out. 

He smiled at her and he pulled her closer so her legs were resting on top of his and her front from pressing against his side. “Yes, you.”

Suddenly, she had a thought that she absolutely needed an answer for. “Malfoy, why did you move back to London?” 

He stilled and she sensed his hesitation in answering her question. “Well.. um..” His non-answer was as much of an answer as anything else would have been in her opinion. She hadn’t thought too much about why he moved back, especially with how long it had been since she'd seen him last. But now, she was almost certain him seeing her at the wedding was the catalyst for his return. She wasn’t exactly sure what that meant, but she was eager to find out. 

“It wasn’t exactly because of you, but it also wasn’t.… not because of you.” He admitted, a sheepish smile ghosting his lips. 

Hermione felt her heart speed up and a pool of desire churning inside her. All she ever wanted was to be wanted and here was a wizard who literally moved countries just be near her. She decided in that moment that whatever was happening between them was real, albeit fast, though that didn’t really bother her. Her mother had always taught her that when you know you know, and though she wasn’t sure he was the absolute one yet, she knew she needed to trust these feelings she was experiencing. Even if everything ended badly, she had a feeling it would be worth it. 

Deciding to throw caution to the wind, she leaned forward and pressed her lips to his. He startled, but quickly recovered and soon his hands were cupping her cheeks and his mouth was deepening their kiss. When they broke apart, he pressed his forehead against hers and he wrapped his arms around her waist. 

“Malfoy….” She breathed into his mouth. 

She felt his grin. “I wonder if you could maybe call me Draco, now.” 

She gave him her own smile and nodded. “I can do that, Draco.” He groaned into her and crushed his lips against hers, pulling her onto his lap in a straddle position. 

“Fuck. I like hearing my name on your lips.” He kissed her again and trailed his lips down her jaw while his hands roamed her body. 

“Draco.” She said again, amused with his reaction. Privately, she was ecstatic he asked her to use his first name. She couldn’t imagine dating someone and only referring to them by their surname. And they were dating now. Right? 

She sighed into his mouth and wiggled off his lap. “I don’t have sex on the first date.” She explained as she curled into his side and his arm came around her. He kissed her forehead and linked his fingers with hers. 

“In due time, Granger. I can be patient. Though really, don't expect much from me. After all, it’s been a while.” He joked, though she was sure even if it was quick, sex with him would be unbelievable — and that was purely because of the connection she already had with him. She wouldn’t admit it yet, but she already felt an attraction and a deeper bond with him than she ever felt with any of her previous relationships, even Ron. 

“I think… I think if I’m to call you Draco, you should call me Hermione.” 

He let out a laugh and wrapped his arm tighter. “Okay, Hermione.” 

She shivered, understanding now his reaction earlier. She had never heard anything so sweet as Draco Malfoy saying her first name without hostility. 

“Did you still want to watch a film?” She asked him. 

He nodded. “I don’t have anywhere else I'd rather be.” 

Hermione smiled and lifted herself off the couch to go fuss with the telly and pop a movie in. Feeling cheeky, she chose her favorite Disney movie, Cinderella. Grinning to herself, she fetched a blanket and laid down on the couch, with her head lying in his lap. “This okay?” She asked, knowing he was just fine. 

“More than okay.” He whispered as one hand began playing with her hair and the other laid lazily around her body. 

As far as first dates go, Hermione would easily place tonight in the number one spot. As they watched the movie together, she let her mind picture what their life together might look like and by the time the credits were rolling, she was certain Draco Malfoy was who she wanted by her side, at least for now. While she was optimistic, she was also pragmatic and she would do her best to not get ahead of herself. 

Walking him to the Floo, she tried to push down her desire to ask him to stay. If her premonitions were correct, there would be plenty of opportunities for sleepovers in the future, so she bit her tongue as she allowed him to envelop her into his body. 

He kissed her deeply before stepping away from her. “I’ll Owl you tomorrow, Hermione. Sweet dreams.” He kissed her one more time and then disappeared through the Floo. 

Hermione made her way to her bedroom in a daze, daydreaming about Draco and what might be in store for them. As her head hit her pillow after she tucked herself in for the night, she let herself fall asleep with a smile still painted on her face.  

Chapter Text

August 21, 2005

Hermione woke up with her smile still present and a feeling of contentment that she had been distinctly missing for a very long time. She rolled onto her back and stared up at the ceiling as she thought about her date with Draco. 

It was possible that in the light of day Draco would realize Hermione wasn’t what he wanted and whatever this was would end before it really began. But Hermione remembered the way he kissed her, his desperate lips on her and she wondered if that had been his first kiss in a while. The thought crossed her mind that she should be embarrassed by his clear lack of experience compared to hers, but she banished that the just as quickly as it came up. Hermione wasn’t ashamed of her past, including one night stands that she’d rather not discuss. 

A new thought occurred to her which made her grimace. If this was going to go anywhere, if it was going to turn into a serious relationship, she needed to cool her jets on all things sexual. She had no doubt in her mind that sex with Draco would be… life-changing if their chemistry was any indication. But it was obvious to her that he took sex more seriously than she did. While in her previous relationships, she didn’t bother to wait longer than a single date to fall into bed with them. Maybe that had been her problem? Maybe she gave too much of herself away too quickly and that led to her partners getting bored of her quicker. Perhaps the chase was more important than she previously attributed? 

No matter, she could adjust her expectations and actions. She would have a conversation with Draco, see where his heads at. Besides setting her boundaries early on, she would insist on clear communication between the two; after dealing with so many miscommunications -- or men just simply not communicating at all — throughout the years, that was another aspect of a relationship she would not tolerate. 

She sighed to herself. She could overthink this situation to death but she supposed only time would tell if Draco’s intentions were true. He told her he would Owl her today so she resigned herself to a long Sunday of trying to keep herself busy while staring out the window. 

When Draco returned to his flat the night before, he immediately stripped his clothes and got into a cold shower. After spending the entire night fighting a raging hard on, he desperately needed relief. As the cold spray cascaded down his back, his hand slipped further down and wrapped around his cock and gripped himself tight. 

The night had gone so much better than Draco could have ever imagined. Spending the last 3 years pining after this witch had humbled him — he hadn’t touched another witch since seeing Granger — no, Hermione — at Theo’s wedding. Not that he put much effort into seeing anyone else, but just thinking about Hermione effectively doused any whisper of attraction he had towards another. 

He had been sparse on the details yesterday, but in reality, he had only had sex with two women in his lifetime and considering one of those was a single shag in fourth year to Pansy just to get it over with, he really only had one experience as an adult. He wasn’t lying when he told Hermione he didn’t like casual sex — he had been propositioned by more than enough witches to know that all they wanted from him was his name, his fortune, his body. Nothing turned him off more than knowing he was being used, even if some might consider it a mutually beneficial situation. 

His one instance of casual sex, and the only time he’s had sex as an adult, was enough for him to know it wasn’t something that interested him. He had other things to occupy his mind — like work. 

However, just because he drew the line at casual sex with virtual strangers, didn’t mean he had been a saint. He’d had more than a few witches on their knees, always being sure to return the favor, and then sending them on their way. He supposed it wasn’t always fair to them — didn’t he make it a known fact that he himself didn’t like being used, and yet he often used witches for their oral skills? But it was something he didn’t dwell on. He needed the release, they wanted to perform for him so… he sighed as he continued to pump up and down his cock, quickly approaching his finish. Thinking of Hermione was always his favorite way to get off. Really, it was the only way for him to get off anymore. 

He came with a groan, his breath growing ragged as he shot out his release, thick ropes of cum hitting the shower wall. He leaned forward, pressing his forehead against the wall as he worked to slow his breathing down. He grabbed his soap and quickly cleaned himself, before dragging himself to bed where he had no doubt he would dream of his witch. 

The next day, Draco woke with a renewed fervor to woo Hermione Granger. Though, he wasn’t sure he would need much help there — Hermione seemed incredibly open about wanting to explore this connection between the two of them. He briefly feared she might have woken up with regrets, but decided she was a very determined witch who didn’t mince her words; if she wasn’t interested in more with him, she would have told him so last night. 

He forced himself to shower, dress, and have some semblance of a meal before taking to his study and pulling out parchment and a quill. Maybe it would seem too eager, but he was eager to see her again and he didn’t feel like wasting either of their times. 

Hermione, 

Is it too soon to ask you to dinner tonight? We can go to a Muggle restaurant if you’re not ready to announce our relationship yet. 

Is it a relationship? I suppose we didn’t establish that. I know I enjoyed our night together and I want to see you again. 

I’ll pick you up at 6:30 if it pleases you. 

Yours, 

Draco

Hermione’s heart fluttered as she read the letter from Draco. It was short and sweet, but she could feel the sentiment behind it. He was just as nervous as she was, she expected. She quickly sent off an acceptance letter with his Owl and groaned as she realized how many hours stood between her and her date. 

In order to keep her head and hands busy, she decided she would clean her flat the muggle way, top to bottom. As she worked, she couldn’t help but let her mind wander. 

Was it a relationship? She wasn’t sure yet. Did she want to publicly date him? If she were a normal person, as in not 1/3 of the Golden Trio, she wouldn't hesitate to say yes. But she was Hermione Granger, and despite the relatively positive reception to his return to Wizarding Britain, there were still those who thought Draco Malfoy should have been locked up in Azkaban. She wasn’t ashamed of him, not at all, and when the time came, she would be proud to be on his arm. But something inside told her they should keep it to themselves, at least for now. 

She hoped he would agree. She didn’t want to push him away or hurt his feelings, but she had to be practical in order to protect herself. Deciding not to obsess over it until she could speak with Draco, she shoved the subject away and forced herself to think of anything else. 

She managed to keep herself busy until 6, when she hopped in the shower and proceeded to get ready for their date. Hermione had agreed that Muggle London would be best for tonight, though she didn’t know where he would be taking her. Playing it safe, she opted for her favorite black dress. She stuffed her feet into her black pumps, conceding to the heels since they would be going out. She finished her look with a wave of her wand over her hair and face, softening her curls and adding a touch of makeup to her eyes and cheeks. 

She had just finished when she heard her Floo sound. Smiling to herself, she exited her bedroom and made her way to the fireplace. Draco stood in a three piece suit, mindlessly fiddling with his cufflinks. He caught her gaze and his mouth parted. 

“Wow, Hermione… you look stunning.” He gathered her in his arms and leaned his head down to kiss her lips. “Hi.” He whispered, kissing her forehead. 

“Hello,” she fought the giggle from releasing but couldn't stop the grin forming on her lips. Everything she felt yesterday was real, she confirmed to herself. Any lingering doubts vanished as he kissed her again and sealed their fate. 

“I have something for you.” He said, obvious nerves replacing his own smile. Hermione tilted her head, curious, as he pulled a box out of his pocket and enlarged it. Her heart raced as she considered the box. It was almost certainly jewelry and everyone in the Wizarding world knows that gifting jewelry, particularly in pureblood circles, meant more than it did in the Muggle world. Her eyes flicked to his as she held her breath. 

He cleared his throat. “This might be too soon, too forward. Please tell me if it is and I won’t be offended and we can forget about it.” He gently opened the box revealing a rose gold chain with a pink stone pendant. It was simple, though she could see the quality of it and actively ignored how much it might have cost him. How long had he had this? Was it an heirloom? Did he mean for it to be a courtship offering? Did he even know that she knew about that custom? Her brain was firing a million miles a minute.

He chuckled as he lifted the necklace away from the box and toward her. “I can hear you thinking, Hermione. Yes, this is what you think it is, if you want it to be. Yes, I’ve had it for longer than I care to admit in hopes one day I might be able to gift it to you.” He moved her hair away from her neck as he fasten the chain around. She fingered the pendant as she turned around to face him. 

“This is beautiful.” She whispered, unsure how to put her thoughts into words. 

Draco, misinterpreting her silence for a soft rejection, cleared his throat again and rubbed the back of his neck. “It doesn’t have to mean anything. It can just be a gift.” She knew he was lying, she was certain it meant a great deal to him even if he was trying to pretend it didn’t. 

She reached up on her toes and pressed her lips firmly against his cheek. “I think I’m okay with what it means. I just… I don’t want to rush this. I don't want to mess it up.” She felt her cheeks heat as a familiar rush of shame came over her. 

He tilted her head up with his finger under her chin. “Hey, what just went through your beautiful brain?” 

She sighed, laying her hands on his chest. “I’ve failed in every relationship I've ever had. Something always goes wrong. I work too much, I don’t want to be intimate enough, I don’t want to go out as often as they did, my hobbies were too boring. It was always something and…I’m the common denominator. This.. this feels different. I can’t explain it. We haven’t known each other well for very long, but I just have this feeling that we could be something and I don’t… I don’t want to ruin everything by being too much.” 

His eyes searched hers, a look of what she swore resembled adoration swimming in them. “Hermione, you are not and could never be too much. None of those tossers deserved you and they were fucking idiots for not seeing you as I see you. Though, selfishly, I’m happy they didn’t. Because now I get the chance to be with you.” He sealed his lips over hers in a searing kiss that made Hermione tremble. His arms snaked around her, supporting her weight as her knees threatened to buckle. “Let’s go to dinner. We have reservations.” He whispered against her mouth, kissing her again. 

He pulled her close and told her to hold on as he disapparated them. They landed on the sidewalk in front of an upscale Italian restaurant that Hermione had heard great things about. He led her inside and after checking in with the host, they were shown a private booth near the back of the restaurant. Hermione slid into the booth and couldn’t stop her smile when Draco opted to sit next to her rather than across from her. 

Their waiter approached with a smile and spoke, “Buonasera, posso offrirle qualcosa da bere per cominciare?”

Hermione, who had only learned French as a child, was mesmerized when she heard Draco responding in perfect Italian. 

“Sì grazie, possiamo avere una bottiglia di pinot grigio?”

The waiter nodded and disappeared while Hermione herself tried not to swoon. “As if you weren’t hot enough before, Merlin.” She hadn’t meant to speak out loud, but she couldn’t help but huff a laugh as Draco smirked at her. 

“Do foreign languages turn you on, Hermione?” Her blush deepened and she averted her eyes. He chuckled and placed a hand on her upper thigh, squeezing lightly. He leaned in and his lips grazed her ear. “Non puoi immaginare le cose che mi fai, amore.”

She sighed as his words sent several shivers down her spine and left her feeling uncomfortable between her legs. “What did you say?” She murmured. 

He smirked at her again and shook his head. “Wouldn’t you like to know. What would you like to eat?” 

She let her curiosity burn away as she reached for the menu that was sitting in front of her. With so many tantalizing options, she was left struggling to choose. She turned and looked at Draco with a smile. “You choose.” 

Draco smiled widely but said nothing as he flagged down their waiter. “Possiamo ordinare una bruschetta per iniziare, poi la mia ragazza prenderà i ravioli al formaggio e io le linguine alle vongole? Grazie.”

Hermione tried pinching her leg to calm herself down but had a hard time closing her mouth while she listened to Draco order their food. When the waiter left, she leaned in closer and whispered, “You are going to make it very difficult to take things slow.” 

He laughed and kissed her temple. “I’ll have enough self-control for the both of us, then.” 

She rolled her eyes but a smile tugged at her lips. “Tell me more about your mother and her expectations. Will she accept you dating a Muggleborn? I have no interest in being scrutinized further for my blood status or being questioned with whether or not I'm good enough for you.” 

He raised his eyebrows and took a sip of his wine that the waiter had poured for them. “Getting right to it, eh? Right well, I won’t lie to you. After my house arrest, she immediately tried to resurrect an old betrothal contract with a pureblood witch. But since my father was imprisoned, and hers had died in the war, there was no one around to really enforce it. The contract itself was never formalized, it was merely an informal agreement that after she graduated Hogwarts, we would begin courting and eventually wed. But betrothal contracts are... tricky. At least in my family, and most of the Sacred 28, they require blood magic and a witch or wizard is not allowed to sign the contract in blood until their sixteenth birthday, even if the contract had been put in place several years before. of course, when I turned 16 Lucius was back under the clutches of Voldemort, and it was just a few weeks before he was arrested after the Department of Mysteries, so he was a bit preoccupied and not concerned with my future. And then everything sixth year and the war… well, by the time he could have tried to force me to sign, he was already back in Azkaban and this time sentenced for life. My mother, she tried. She really tried to convince me it was best for me and would help restore our name, but I was an adult by then and she legally couldn't force me to do anything. Astoria’s mother also tried to push it, though Astoria wasn’t any more interested than I was. She had no problem officially dissolving the contract so it wouldn’t be a discussion anymore.” 

“Astoria? Greengrass? Daphne’s sister, right?” Hermione wrinkled her nose. She had never been a fan of Daphne in school, and they hadn’t mingled since. She wasn’t apart of the group of Slytherins she had come to enjoy. She didn’t have a solid memory of Daphne’s younger sister, Astoria, who was the year below them if she remembered correctly. She tried to shake off the very unnecessary feelings of jealousy that were attempting to course through her. 

Draco, who she was pretty sure saw right through her, laughed and lifted her knuckles to his lips. “Astoria’s kind. You would like her, I think. She was never as.. intense as a lot of the other Slytherin girls were. She wasn’t involved in the war and she never held the same beliefs the rest of us did. Her sister… is less so. Daphne and I never saw eye to eye. I haven’t spoken to either of them in years, though.” 

Hermione felt herself relax at his admission and scolded herself silently for being annoyed about events that happened years ago. “Did your mother try to push any other contracts?” 

He sighed and ran a hand across his brow. “Yes, a few. She even attempted one with Pansy, if you can believe it. Luckily that went absolutely no where — by then I believe Pansy was seeing Longbottom anyway. Eventually she did give up, especially after I… lost my cool with her after one such date she blindsided me with. I’ve since made it clear to her that I will only marry for love and blood status will not be a contributing factor in any way.” 

“And she’s accepted that?” 

He nodded. “Yes, though it took some time. Now, I think she’d just be thrilled for me to bring any witch home. Which I have never done, so I think she’s resigned herself to think I’ll be alone forever.”

Hermione smiled and reached for his hand. As she did so, their food arrived and was set in front of them. They let a silence fall over them as they ate their dishes, and Hermione felt a soft happiness embrace her. 

“What about your parents?” He asked, not realizing he just crossed the bridge into a more serious topic of conversation. 

When Hermione made the decision to Obliviate her parents for their safety, she had accepted the fact that she might never speak to them again. She didn’t truly expect to survive the war, after all. After the war, she worked with the Australian Ministry of Magic to locate them and it was determined by the local healers that reversing the memory charm would likely cause more harm than good. Refusing to put her parent's through anything else, Hermione opted to leave them with their new life in peace. 

It was this decision that catapulted her into her Healing mastery and helped her choose Spell Damage as her specialty. She knew she wouldn't be able to save her parents, but she thought perhaps if she could help save others, it would be enough. 

With a sad smile, she leaned into him. “They live in Australia. They… they don't know who I am, or that they have a daughter. You see, I obliviated them before I went on the run with Harry and Ron, for their safety. The charm was unable to be reversed after the war, so… I'm alone, I guess.” 

Draco’s heart hurt for his brave witch who sacrificed everything for their world. “I’m so sorry, Hermione. If it’s any consolation, I think you made the right choice. Voldemort absolutely would have gone after them to find you or Potter.” He kissed her temple, leaning his forehead to hers. 

She nodded, blinking back the tears that always appeared whenever she spoke of her parents. "I know. I’ve mostly made my peace with it. But it’s hard sometimes. I honestly think that’s why I tried to make it work so hard with Ron, in the beginning. He came with such a large family who already loved me, it made me feel like I belonged somewhere.” 

“Are you still close with them?” 

Hermione shook her head, briefly thinking back to her history with the Weasley’s. After her breakup with Ron, despite them remaining friends, it never quite felt the same at the Burrow. What started as weekly dinners, quickly turned into monthly, and that melted into just holidays, and now… well. 

“Unfortunately, no. They didn’t exactly cast me out after the breakup, but I wasn't exactly welcomed with the same open arms either. Everything felt strained and like we were forcing a familial connection that just wasn’t there anymore. Eventually, I stopped coming around. I still see Ginny and George now and then, and Ron when he comes out. I think after the thing with Charlie it kind of put a bad taste in their mouth for me and irreparably cracked the bond we used to have.” 

He furrowed his brow for a moment. “Thing with Charlie?” 

She winced. He knew about her relationship with Ron, though they hadn’t spoke of her other notable relationships. “I’m not proud of it. I dated Charlie for a few months, a couple of years after Ron. He wasn’t around when we were kids so it was easier to see him as separate from the Weasley’s. We didn’t tell anyone at first, but it’s hard to keep a secret like that from them. They figured it out and we’re not… pleased. Ron surprisingly was the most understanding. We’ve always gotten along better as friends, so even though I could tell he was slightly put off, he didn’t think any less of me for it. Now the rest of them… Molly especially couldn't look at me the same anymore. Knowing I defiled two of her son’s and refused to marry either of them? Well that was too much for her. Anyway, I liked him and if he had been literally anyone besides a Weasley, it might've worked out. But alas. He isn’t and so it didn’t.” 

She could see a flare of jealousy cross his face before he shook it away. “Is there anyone else I should know about?” He asked slowly. She figured the question was fair — she asked the same of him so she couldn't really blame him for wanting to know. 

“Just Viktor. We were together for a few weeks before his eyes wandered and so that ended quickly. No one else worth mentioning. Is it bad if I say I don’t even remember every name? I’ve been on a lot of dates I guess.” 

Draco reached out and tucked a loose curl behind her ear. “Krum? Interesting. And no, it's not bad. I don’t remember every name either.” 

“When you say you haven’t had sex in a while….” She trailed off. Hermione was more curious than anything about his history. He joked about being celibate, said he didn't engage in casual sex, but what did that mean to him? She had lost count of her sexual partners, though she couldn’t find it in herself to have any shame over this. 

Draco wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her closer now that they had both finished eating. “If I’m being honest… I’ve only had sex one time after school. But… I have engaged in other things. It’s been a while though. Nothing since before the wedding, anyway. Maybe I should send Theo and Potter a gift basket. Feels like their wedding changed a lot for me.” He smiled to himself as he lifted his wine glass to his lips. 

Hermione bit her lip. “Does it bother you? That I’ve… well, I have a lot more experience that you. Granted, none of it has been very satisfying, mind you.” 

Draco cocked his head at his witch before placing a kiss on her lips. “No. It doesn’t bother me. Though I do hope to impress you more than others have.” He moved his mouth to her ears. “I promise I will make you come. I may not have a lot of experience, but I do know how to satisfy a woman.” 

Hermione’s knickers were positively drenched. “Draco!” She admonished, though her body language didn’t exactly match the words coming out of her mouth. Deciding two could play this game, she whispered back to him. "I don’t care if you know how to satisfy other women, Draco. I only care that you’ll know how to satisfy me.” 

He smirked then gestured for the check. They stared at each other, eyes molten and heat burning in their bellies, until the bill was left. Draco to her utter shock pulled out a Muggle credit card and handed it to the waiter. He winked at her dropped jaw as he signed the slip and moved to stand. He buttoned his jacket and held his hand out to her. “Shall we?” 

They walked hand-in-hand outside to the apparition point where Draco pulled her in close and disapparated them back to her flat. He covered her mouth with his and they kissed for several moments before he broke, leaning his forehead to hers. 

“Are we doing this?” She whispered. 

He nodded, catching her lips once more. “Yes. Mine.” He growled into her mouth. 

She laughed, her head tipping back in amusement. “Yours.” 

They stood there, alternating between kissing and just holding each other, for at least ten minutes before they disentangled themselves. Draco stepped back to the Floo, leaning down once to kiss her cheek. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow at work, love.” 

She swore her heart skipped a beat at the term of endearment. It had been so long since she had felt cherished in a relationship, though she was starting to wonder if she ever felt this before. She rather doubt she had.

“Yes, I’ll see you tomorrow. Though…” 

“Yeah yeah, don’t worry. I won’t ravish you in front of our colleagues.” He winked at her, and with one more quick kiss to her lips, he left. 

As Hermione lay in bed that night, she reminded herself how new this was and how she needed to control herself. But what she didn’t realize was across town in his own bed, Draco was trying, and failing, to remind himself of the same thing. 

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August 31, 2005

In the last almost two weeks, Hermione felt like she was living in a dream. She and Draco sought each other out daily at work, even if it was just to say hello and sneak a kiss. On days they weren’t spending their evening together, they corresponded via a pair of charmed journals Hermione had created for them. 

Their relationship hadn’t progressed physically, and though Hermione was desperate for him, she was also relishing the anticipation of finally taking that next step. She hadn’t yet decided how long she wanted to wait, but he seemed to be perfectly content moving the speed that she was comfortable with, so she tried not to spend too much time thinking about it. 

While most nights Draco joined Hermione for dinner in her flat, this past weekend they finally made it to Draco’s home for the first time. Hermione was in awe at how light and airy his flat was, the complete opposite of how the manor was. 

There was no further mention of her accompanying him to the manor either in search of the library nor his mother. Hermione assumed he was likely waiting for her to indicate she was ready for that — if she ever would be. 

She knew weekends were going to be somewhat harder to spend time together. Her friends were demanding of her time and she could only come up with so many excuses before Harry or Ron got suspicious. Draco’s friends would know something was off even quicker, knowing Draco hardly ever did anything without them. 

The conversation about if they wanted to tell their friends had not be revisited. While Draco was ready to claim his witch in public, Hermione still had her reservations. Once their relationship was known, the pressure on them would increase tenfold. There would be the pureblood aristocrats who didn’t think she was good enough for the Malfoy heir and then there would be the camp of people who still believed Draco was still a Death Eater. She wasn’t concerned with her own reputation -- she honestly didn't care what people thought about her -- but she did care about Draco’s; he had worked hard to get where he was and she didn't want anything or anyone slighting him in any way.

It surprised her how protective she had grown of him after such a short amount of time together. If she were honest with herself, she couldn’t help but feel like she was just waiting for something to… go wrong. For Draco to get tired of her, not want her anymore, or for her to get tired of him, bored, or just not feel the spark anymore. 

She didn’t want that to happen, of course, but she had such a long history of her relationships ending sadly before and she was having a hard time believing she maybe got it right this time. 

Tonight she was having dinner with Harry and Theo, the first she’d seen of them since her first date with Draco. She managed to beg off the last weekend, but they weren’t taking no for an answer this time. She was nervous. Harry knew her better than anyone and she feared he would know immediately something was different. She resigned herself to be half-honest with him; she would mention she’s dating someone but keep it vague. She hoped that would be enough for now. 

Once home, she quickly changed out of her healer robes and jumped in the shower. She scrubbed her hair and body, taking care to condition her curly strands so they may cooperate just a little bit. When finished, she wrapped herself in a fluffy towel and headed to her bedroom to dress for the evening. She had long ago ditched trying to look nice for Harry and Theo so she opted for a pair of leggings and an old Gryffindor jumper. 

She was just pulling the shirt over her head when she heard her Floo engage. 

Frowning, she went to investigate and found Draco heading back to meet her. 

“Draco? Didn’t I tell you I couldn’t see you tonight?” She thought she was likely supposed to be annoyed that he showed up unannounced in her home, but she found she rather liked it instead. Not that she’d be sharing that with him. 

He groaned and wrapped his arms around her, stealing a kiss. “Yes I know, I just…I missed you. And I know I just saw you and I know you were busy tonight and I’m probably overstepping but I… just wanted to say hi and bye and I’ll leave now.” His words tumbled out and by the time he was done he was out of breath. He kissed her quickly and spun around to head back home. 

“Hey, wait! Draco, stop.” Hermione reached for his hand and pulled him to face her. She cupped his cheek and smile softly at him. Here was a man who might just be as irrational as she was when it came to their new relationship. It certainly made her feel slightly less anxious about her own feelings. “I missed you too. I think I always miss you now. I’m happy to see you, even if it's just for a moment. And you're welcome here, you know.” She stood on her toes and pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth. 

He sighed and moved his forehead to hers. “I’m sorry. I know this is so new and I shouldn’t be rushing anything… Apparently I barely know how to act like a civilized human when it comes to you.” 

She huffed a laugh and threaded her fingers with his, walking with him toward the Floo. “It does feel like we’ve expedited our timeline a bit. Maybe some space would be good… allow our the logic side of our brains to show up to the party again?” She winced as she suggested this, already knowing she absolutely did not need or want space, but also knowing he might need it. Though, she thought, frowning to herself, he was the one who showed up to her flat on a night they had no existing plans… so perhaps she wasn’t the only one not needing distance.

He shook his head. “I don’t need space. Unless you do?” He tilted his head, searching her face. 

“I don’t either. I should, we both should, but I don’t either. I love spending time with you.” She needed to get an absolute fucking grip on herself before she tells her boyfriend of less than two weeks that she is falling in love with him. Who does that? She knew she was going to scare him away if she didn’t reign herself in. 

A look of immense relief washed over his features and he kissed her forehead. “Good. Good. I’ll let you get to your dinner. I’ll see you tomorrow?” 

She flashed him a smile and nodded. “Yes.” 

“Goodnight, love. Have a good time with Theo and Potter.” He kissed her one more time before leaving. 

Gathering her own wits, she summoned her bag and stepped through the Floo for her own destination. 

“So. Hermione.” Harry looked expectantly at her, a glass of whiskey in his hands and held in front of his lips. His gaze was narrowed on her. 

She swallowed.

It was late, a few hours after she arrived. She needed to get back home soon if she was going to have any chance at a decent night’s sleep. The problem was… she was drunk. Way drunker than she should be on a fucking Wednesday evening. But she lost track of the number of wine glasses she had and she was hoping the alcohol would relax her. It did not. 

She stared at Harry, her eyes flicking to Theo and back. “Yes?” She asked evenly. 

“I think you’re seeing someone.” 

Hermione bit her tongue and pressed her lips together. Bollocks. She knew Harry would know -- she'd prepared for this. But now that they were talking about it.. she didn’t know if she'd be able to lie to his face. 

She sighed, twirling a finger around a loose curl. “Harry…” 

Harry sat forward, leaning his elbows on his knees and clucked his tongue. “Uh uh. You don't get to pretend with me. I know you better than that. You’ve been different the last couple weeks. And the only other times you've been like this have been when you’re seeing someone more than once. Spill.” 

Theo snickered but didn't say anything. Hermione shot a glare his way.

“Fine. I might be seeing someone.” 

“Who?”

“No one.” False.

“Hermione.” 

“Just... someone from work.” True.

“Work. Who?” 

“He’s in a different department.” True. 

“Have we met him?” 

“Technically, I believe so.” Also true.

“Is it serious?” 

“It’s new. I don't know.” Lie. 

“Hermione Jean Granger. Tell me right now.”

“Harry!” She groaned. 

“Now.”

“No.

“Hermione. Tell me.” 

“Harry—“

“Now.”

“For FUCK SAKES It’s Draco Malfoy!” Hermione clapped a hand over her mouth as soon as the words were out. Godsdamnit. Harry always did this to her. “Wanker, Harry! You know I can’t handle your rapid questioning!” She had to admit, it was easy to see why Harry made an excellent Auror. He was a beast at interrogating suspects. When he used those same skills on her? Well, she didn’t appreciate that so much. 

“I'm sorry. Did you say Draco Malfoy?” 

Theo was now a lot more interested in the conversation. “Draco?” 

She half shouted, “Ugh!” Before collapsing into the sofa she was currently perched on. “I wasn’t ready to tell you! Harry James Potter you promised you wouldn’t do that to me again!” 

Harry at least had the decency to look somewhat guilty for tricking her. “Sorry, Hermione. Did you mean it though? You’re dating Malfoy?” 

Hermione sighed and nodded. “Yes. It’s been less than two weeks so it really is new but…” 

Harry, who knew her better than she knew herself, cocked his head and grinned. “You really like him.” 

Hermione groaned again and buried her face in her heads. “I do. I really do. Gods, what the fuck is wrong with me? It’s so new but I can’t stop myself from picturing a life with him already. This is what happens every time. I don’t want to scare him away.” 

Theo moved to sit beside her. "I don't think you’re going to scare him away. He’s fancied you for a while now." 

Harry looked at him incredulously. “What?” 

Theo nodded towards his husband. “He's liked her since our wedding, love. I never thought he’d do anything about it, but I seem to have been mistaken there.” 

Harry blinked. “Since our wedding? But that was…” 

“Years ago? He told me. That should make me uncomfortable right? That he’s had years to fancy me while I only started feeling anything a few months ago. It doesn’t, though. Gods, it feels so right with him. I’m trying really, really hard to take it slow though.” 

Harry moved to her other side and she became the inside of a Theo-Harry sandwich. She smiled to herself as she snuggled closer to her best friends. While she maintained her friendship with Ron, they were never quite as close as they were before they were together. Theo had managed to slither in and take that spot that Ron left vacant, made easier that he was always there when she saw Harry. She was grateful for her friends and despite feeling apprehensive about Draco’s reaction to her spilling their secret, she was glad to have shared. 

“You’ve never really taken it slow, Hermione. If you think it’s right, then why question it?" Harry slung his arm around her and pulled her closer. 

Hermione laid her head on his shoulder. “I’m surprised you're taking this so well.” 

Harry shrugged. “Malfoy’s been coming around for years now. I’ve gotten used to him enough. He’s still a git. But he’s at least a more respectful git. And as long as he makes you happy, you’ll hear no objections from me. Ron, however…”

Hermione grimaced. Her and Ron were on good terms. Ron and Draco were on… well they weren’t on bad terms, they just really didn't interact unless absolutely necessary. Ron had never shown jealousy or possessiveness over in any of her relationships after him, but Draco… there was a lot of history there. Hermione hoped both could be mature enough about it, but she had a lingering thought that Ron wasn’t exactly known for his ability to think rationally. 

“Ron doesn't need to know yet. We really are trying to keep it to ourselves, just in case… well, we know it’ll be a high-profile relationship once we go public. I think we both just want to enjoy our time together, getting to know one another.”

Both Harry and Theo nodded. “That makes sense. Bring him round the next time you have dinner here, just us. You can keep it from the others, if you want.” Theo suggested. 

Hermione smiled and moved her head to Theo’s shoulder. “I'll ask him, but if he doesn't mind, then I think that would be nice.” She glanced at the clock on the fireplace mantle. 

“Merlin. I really need to go now.” Hermione went to stand and summoned her bag from wherever she dropped it earlier. 

“Do you need a sober-up or hangover potion?” Harry asked, giving her a quick hug and then handing her to Theo who hugged her as well. She kissed both of them on the cheek and shook her head. 

“I’ll be fine. I’ll grab one at work if it's too bad in the morning. Love you both.” 

“Love you.” They said in unison as Hermione disappeared through the Floo. 

“How was last night with Theo and Potter?” Draco asked her as they sat down at his dining room table for dinner. 

She had a long day. She woke with a pounding headache and cursed herself for turning down the sober-up Harry had offered the night before. She resolved to get one at work, only when she got there she was immediately pulled into consult after consult and couldn’t spare the five minutes to track a potion down. 

By the time Draco found her and asked her to come over after work, Hermione was almost too exhausted to agree. But her heart won the argument and after changing into comfortable clothing — she was too tired today to worry about putting any effort into her appearance and if her boyfriend had a problem with that, well then that'd be a different problem all together -- she headed to his flat. 

After a lazy snog on the couch, Draco pulled her into the dining room and insisted she eat some sustenance. He was suspicious that she hadn’t eaten anything all day and she was perplexed that he already knew her well enough to know that. 

“It was… good.” Hermione sighed into her water glass. “Harry… well, they know about us.” 

Draco stilled for a moment but recovered quickly and quirked his brow. “Oh?” 

Hermione rolled her eyes and huffed. “It’s this fucking thing he does. He just rapid fire asks questions to annoy me and get me to answer and it works every bloody time. I think I had had a bottle of wine by then so you know. My brain wasn't working at top speed.” She looked at him but then averted her gaze. “Sorry. I know we said… Harry’s just bloody irritating sometimes.”

Draco reached over and grabbed her hand, smiling. “I'm not mad, if that’s what you're worried about. I agreed to keep this a secret for your sake, not mine. If you want to tell your friends, that’s fine with me.” 

“Our friends, Draco. Harry and Theo are your friends too." 

Draco’s mouth twitched. “Potter and I are friendly at best. We merely can be in the room together and maintain a mostly civilized conversation now.”

“Oh stop it. They want us to come for dinner. What do you think about that?” 

He shrugged and went for his wine. “Seems fine, if you want.”

“Do you…do you want to tell more of our friends? Or…” She could feel her cheeks turning red and took a drink of water to recover. 

Draco smiled at her. “I’m following your lead here, Hermione.” 

“But don't you have an opinion?” She asked, mildly annoyed. She was beginning to get frustrated that he was choosing to put this decision on her and her alone. She reminded herself to breathe, not wanting to cause an argument this early in their relationship. 

Draco seemed to understand what she wasn’t saying. He stood up and slowly made his way over to her and lifted her up. He wrapped his arms around her and settled his forehead against hers. His lips brushed against the tip of her nose and his hands drew circles on her lower back. 

“If you want to keep us a secret, I’m not going to argue with you. If it were solely up to me, I would walk down Diagon with you holding your hand tomorrow. But I know you have more to lose than me. I don’t want to hold you back.” 

Hermione softened into his arms and felt her irritability melt away. “Draco, you aren't holding me back. Me wanting to keep us a secret has nothing to do with me being afraid to lose anything. I’m not ashamed of you. I just… I get so much public attention and it makes me uncomfortable. And you know… as soon as we decide to tell everyone, we have to file paperwork at work. It just makes things… real. Really fast.” 

Draco tipped her head up and kissed her lips. “Let’s wait. We don’t have to rush this. I'm not going anywhere, are you?” 

Hermione shook her head with a smile. “No, I don't plan on it.” 

They sealed it with a kiss and then sat down to finish their meal, content to be there in the moment with each other.

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September 19, 2005

Hermione couldn't remember the last birthday she spent with a significant other. Probably Ron. Somehow, all of her other relationships tended to end before or after major holidays, birthdays… huh. She never thought too hard about that before. 

Usually her birthday was spent with Harry and Ron, though in recent years that had expanded to include Theo. Every year she declined a birthday party at the Burrow, despite Molly’s near demand she accept. 

This year was different. This year she had a boyfriend. A serious boyfriend. She couldn't help but smile every time she thought about it. They hadn’t talked about labeling their relationship, but Hermione’s heart sped up when she heard Draco casually say “my girlfriend” when he was conversing with a waiter one night at dinner. Hermione opted to not make a big deal out of this. At least, until Draco left for the night and she privately celebrated. 

They had yet to spend the night together. Hermione was ready; she had almost invited him to stay multiple times when it was late, but she hadn't worked up the courage. She wanted to discover what it felt like to sleep next to him, wake up next to him. And she really did mean sleep. She had decided that as a birthday present to herself, she would ask her boyfriend to stay the night. He wouldn't be able to say no to her on her birthday. Right? 

Draco had asked her if he could plan her birthday night and for once, Hermione was thrilled to let go of control. She had left work early and was using her extra time to herself to catch up on some reading. Draco was due to pick her up in about an hour, so she knew she needed to start getting ready soon. Draco didn’t tell her what they'd be doing, just to dress nice, but comfortably. Sighing, she set her book down and made her way to her bedroom. She opted for a light pink cotton dress with a cardigan and some low wedges. She pulled her hair half up and let the rest fall in loose curls down her back. Like most days, she kept her makeup minimal. 

By the time she was just finishing up, she heard Draco call out her name. 

Meeting him in the living room, she smiled as he wrapped his arms around her tightly. 

“There’s the birthday girl.” He kissed her lips once before lifting her spinning her around. 

She couldn’t help the giggle that escaped. “You saw me this morning.” 

He waved her off. “For one measly kiss and a quick happy birthday. Not nearly enough. Are you ready to go?” 

“Yes. Are you going to tell me what we’re doing?” 

“No. It’s nothing crazy, I promise. Don’t get your hopes or nerves up too high.” 

She nuzzled into his neck and he gripped her tighter. “I’d be happy just sitting on the couch with you. I just wanted to spend time with you today.” 

“And time with me you shall have. Let’s go.” He held out his hand for a side-along apparition.

They landed in front of a very familiar building that Hermione adored. “The British Library?” She asked, a smile tugging the corners of her mouth. 

Draco smirked at her. “Ah. Yes. I’m sure you’ve been here many times. But have you been to the Wizarding part?” 

Hermione frowned and shook her head. “No… I didn’t know there was one.” Hermione was fairly certain she had been to every section of this library at least a dozen times over her life…. Though she could admit her opportunities for going were drastically reduced what with spending most of her teenage years in Scotland and being generally too busy as an adult. 

He grinned and took her by the hand and led her to an entrance she had never noticed before. He held his wand to the door and tapped three times and it opened. “After you, love.” 

Hermione, only a little skeptical, stepped inside and felt her jaw drop. Inside was a library bigger than Hogwarts and almost definitely employing the use of several extension charms. It was at least five floors high, with tall shelves overflowing with books in every direction she could see. There was a soft glow bathing the entire sanctuary, candles flickering throughout. Besides the two of them, there wasn't a soul in sight. 

To the left, she noticed a table set for two away from the books, with domed plates and a bottle of wine waiting for them. A delicate bouquet of flowers stood in the center of the table, surrounded by tea light candles. 

“Draco…” She breathed, spinning around to face him slowly. She slipped her arms around his neck and pulled him close. “I can’t believe I didn’t even know this was here. How is no one here?” 

Draco kissed her forehead and chuckled quietly. “Most libraries aren't open this late. But I may have arranged a private viewing for the birthday girl. We have the place to ourselves for three hours. So, first, we’ll eat a bit of dinner — because Merlin knows if I release you into the stacks first, dinner will be quite forgotten. But we can eat quickly and then you can browse for the rest of our time here.” 

With his hand placed on the small of her back, he led her to the table and pulled her chair out. Once they were seated, he flicked his wand to pour the wine and disappear the domes, revealing their dinner waiting for them under a stasis charm. 

“This is so lovely. No one has ever done something for me like this.” Hermione fought the blush that crept over her cheeks, though she supposed the lights were dim enough he likely couldn’t see her properly. 

Draco leaned forward and reached for her hand, which she reciprocated and laced their fingers together. “I will always take care of you from now on, Hermione.” He squeezed her fingers gently before taking his hand back. 

Merlin. If she didn't want him before, that would have done it. As they enjoyed their meal together, exchanging soft-spoken words and stolen glances, Hermione let her feelings settle deep in her heart. She had well and truly fallen for him. She wasn’t ashamed of her strong feelings, despite the quick timeline, but she did opt to keep them to herself, just a little while longer at least. She wanted to revel in this feeling — of getting to know one another, when everything was still so shiny and brand new; while in the back of her mind she was already having blurred thoughts of white dresses and vows, she was determined to enjoy the journey they were on. For the first time in a long time, she was content with what they were now. She didn't need more commitment, she didn’t need him to make her any promises. She knew. She knew they were going to go all the way. She couldn't explain, didn't know if she wanted to explain it, but she knew that Draco was it for her. 

When their meal was finished and vanished, Hermione and Draco walked together down the aisles, exploring every part of the library and pulling out titles that interested them. As they went, books were sent to the sitting area he had prepared for them, and after about an hour of searching, Draco led her to the couches. 

She sat in front of him with her back to his chest and his arms wrapped around her. She read aloud to him as they worked their way through the stack of books that had accumulated. Hermione’s soul was at peace as she got lost in the words on the pages she read. Draco’s hand absently ran up and down her arm while his other was loosely around her waist, his hand splayed on her lower abdomen. 

When their time came to an end, she reluctantly sent the books back to the shelves and let Draco lead her back outside. He kept an arm around her as they walked towards an apparition point and Draco disapparated the pair back to her flat. 

Once they arrived in her living room, Hermione's nerves decided to show up again. 

“Thank you so much for tonight. I had a really lovely time.” She kissed his cheek before stepping back to shed her coat and remove her shoes. “Do you want some tea? Or wine?” She wasn’t ready for the night to end, despite it being fairly late on a work night. 

He must have had the same thought because he winced when he checked his watch. “Darling, I’d love to but it’s rather late. Come over tomorrow?” 

She chewed on her lip as she considered him. 

He furrowed his brow and took a step toward her, reaching for her elbow. "Is everything okay?” 

Hermione nodded and closed her eyes, allowing herself a moment to breathe before putting herself out there. “Yes. I just… uh.. Well, I was going to ask you if you wanted to stay the night with me.” She kept her gaze focused on the floor, mentally berating herself for her current lack of confidence. She’d deal with that later. 

She felt Draco pulled her into his chest and tip her chin up towards him. “Are you sure?” He searched her eyes for hesitancy, but she knew he wouldn’t find any. 

She gave him a small smile. “Just to sleep. I thought… I thought it could be nice.” She shrugged slightly, trying to feign nonchalance. 

Draco grinned and leaned down to kiss her lips. “I’d love to Hermione.” His hand slipped down her arm and into hers as he laced their fingers together and gestured for her to lead the way. 

She pulled him into her bedroom and smiled shyly at him. “I’m just going to get changed and do my night routine. Do you need something to wear? I can transfigure some clothes for you.”

He shook his head and began taking off his jacket. “No need.” He kissed her cheek. “Go on, I’ll be here when you get back.” 

Hermione quickly procured some pajamas for herself before she slipped into the loo and quickly threw up a silencing charm. Leaning against the vanity, she struggled to catch her breathing. Draco Malfoy was in her bedroom. Draco Malfoy was going to bed in her bed. Draco Malfoy was going to sleep with her in her bed. This was fine. It was fine. 

She turned the water on and splashed her face, hoping the cool liquid would calm her down. They weren't going to have sex. She wasn't even going to let him touch her, really. But somehow, she knew tonight would shift something in their relationship. 

She washed her face and applied a night cream before moving on to brush her teeth. Once done, she bundled her curls into a knot on her head and tied them up, and then stripped her dress and bra. She pulled on her oversized Quidditch shirt -- she did wince when she noticed Harry's name on the back, wondering if Draco would have something to say about that -- and night shorts. 

When she re-entered her bedroom, Draco was sitting against the headboard tucked in, reading the novel she was had on her nightstand. He was shirtless — Merlin — and Hermione’s mouth watered wondering what was under the blankets.

He looked up from his book and smiled when he caught her eye, then frowned when he noticed her shirt. “Hermione, is my girlfriend wearing another man’s shirt the first time we are sharing a bed together?”

She huffed and rolled her eyes. “I didn't see it when I grabbed it, okay? It’s been mine for at least a decade.” She crawled in next to him, leaning sideways and propping herself up on her elbow. 

He set the book down on the nightstand to his right and slid down the bed until he was face to face with her. “Hmm. I suppose it’s okay for now. Though don’t be surprised when you find it mysteriously missing and a Slytherin shirt taking its place." 

“You wouldn’t.” 

Draco smirked and brushed his lips against hers. “Of course I would, love.” He kissed her again, softly, slowly. 

Hermione moved down the bed so her head hit the pillow. Draco’s hand reached out and landed on her hip, pulling her closer to him. She sighed, burying her face into his chest. “Thank you. Today was perfect.” 

His chin rested on the top of her head, his hand gripped her hip. He lifted her leg and pulled it over his, tangling their bodies together. “You’re perfect.” He murmured quietly. 

Hermione smiled into his chest. Her bare leg was covering his own bare leg and she fought the groan bubbling in her chest when she realized he was only wearing his boxers. She lifted her head up, gazing into his eyes, before pressing her lips to his. “Goodnight, Draco.” She whispered against his lips. 

He wrapped his arm around her as his own head moved to the pillow. “Sweet dreams, Hermione.” 

Waking up in the arms of his witch was easily the top five best moments of Draco’s life. It was early still, the sunrise just barely grazing the sky, but Draco knew they would both need to get up soon if they wanted to make it to work at a reasonable time. He sighed contentedly. Their date yesterday had gone exactly how he planned it, but he was surprised when Hermione asked him to stay the night. He’d been itching to, but he didn't want to rush her or scare her off by asking too soon. When she asked him, he thought he had died and gone to heaven. 

In the past month, Draco had spent almost all of his free time with Hermione in one way or another. He had no doubt in his mind that he was in love with her already. He knew it was fast and too soon, but he didn’t care. He was excited about a witch for the first time in his adult life and he wasn’t going to let her go. 

He knew he needed to speak with his mother. Narcissa had relented on trying to find Draco a wife, but he knew it still weighed heavily on her. He was sure eventually Narcissa would be supportive of his relationship with Hermione, but he would be lying if he said he wasn’t nervous that it would take some time. He resigned to talk to Hermione about revealing their relationship to his mother soon. 

As Hermione stirred in his arms, he grinned and kissed her forehead. “Good morning, love.” Her eyes fluttered open as he met her lips with his. 

“Morning,” she mumbled, rolling over and pulling the covers above her head. 

He chuckled and rolled so he was hovering over her. He removed the blankets from her head and pressed his forehead against hers. “None of that, darling. Are you not a morning person?” 

She groaned as she shook her head. “Draco, how many cups of coffee do I have every morning? Surely you know this by now.” 

He peppered her face with kisses. “Ah, there are so many things I still need to learn. I want to know everything about you, love.” And he did. Draco felt he knew Hermione reasonably well after spending so much time with her the past several months, but he knew her professional self was likely more subdued than who she was outside of the hospital. 

“Is it okay if I use your shower? You can sleep a bit more and then I can go make us breakfast while you get ready.” He asked her, brushing his lips over hers. 

Hermione smiled and let her eyes fall shut. “Mmm, yes that sounds good.” He kissed her once more before hopping out of bed and heading to the loo. 

He showered quickly and dressed in yesterday's clothes, transfiguring the color and hitting them with a scourgify so they at least appeared clean and new. He cast a teeth cleansing spell and shook his wet hair out, deciding to let his strands dry naturally. Good enough, he thought.

When he approached the bed again, Hermione had fallen back asleep. He watched her for a moment, basking in the beauty of her lying there. “Darling, time to get up.” He laid his hand on her shoulder, caressing her gently. She stirred and groaned, but made eye contact with him and nodded her head. Sure enough that she would drag herself out of bed, he went in search of breakfast. 

Close to thirty minutes later, Draco had two omelettes, bacon, and pumpkin juice ready as Hermione walked into the kitchen to join him. 

“Mmm, smells amazing. It's been a long time since anyone has cooked breakfast for me.” Hermione sat at the kitchen island, taking a long sip of her juice before cutting into her eggs. 

Draco sat next to her, resting his hand on her knee as they ate. “So I was thinking…”

“Oh Merlin, that's never good." Hermione teased, winking at him. 

Draco pinched her thigh lightly before rolling his eyes. “If it's okay with you, I'd like to tell my mother about us.” Draco was nervous about Hermione's reaction to this; they hadn't talked about his mother since their first date and Hermione had been less than receptive to a possible relationship with Narcissa. Of course, Draco didn't blame Hermione in the slightest — he knew it would be difficult to be polite to an adult who watched on as you were tortured as a child. He hoped Hermione would be willing to hear Narcissa out. He wasn't sure what he would do if the two witches in his life weren’t willing to speak to one another. 

Hermione was quiet while she considered, continuing to eat slowly. Draco allowed her the silence to gather her thoughts. 

“I think that would be okay." 

Draco let out the breath he didn't realize he was holding. "Thank Merlin. I’m hoping if she knows I’m in a serious relationship she’ll stop dropping hints about marriage contracts.”

Hermione’s eyes narrowed slightly. “I thought you said she wasn’t trying to set you up anymore?” 

“She isn’t. She’s just not very subtle about her… desire to see me wed.” Considering Draco had never once felt anything other than a passing fancy for a witch besides the one sitting next to him, he had never desired getting married. He grew up knowing he would be sold off like cattle as soon as he graduated Hogwarts to a proper pureblood witch that his father picked out for him, but the war changed everything. Draco would never say he was grateful for the war… but he couldn’t deny that he now had more freedom than he ever would have had Lucius not been stuck in Azkaban for the rest of his life. 

Hermione tilted her head as she stared at Draco. “And… would she….” She cleared her throat. “Would she try and pressure us… into marriage?” Draco watched as her pretty face turned pink under the blush that bloomed on her cheeks. 

Salazar fuck. Draco hadn’t allowed himself to think about marriage with Hermione, not yet. It was too soon. It was way too soon. It was too soon for him to even confess he was in love with her, let alone talk about forever. Then again. This was a witch Draco had known for more than half his life. Yes, they spent the majority of that time on opposite sides of a war, but Draco knew he didn’t need more time to know she was it for him. Though Gods knew he wasn’t ready to share that with her quite yet. 

Instead, he laughed lightly. “No. At least, I don’t think so. She’ll want to meet you and she’ll want to know if we are properly courting. But I think just seeing that I’m serious about a future with someone will appease her worries for now.” 

“And are you? Serious about a future with me?” Hermione asked quietly.

He leaned over and pressed his lips to her forehead. “Yes, darling. I am.” He didn’t need to ask her the same question; he knew she was. 

She flashed him a smile and they turned to finish up their breakfast. Sometime later, they reluctantly headed to the Floo. 

Draco wrapped his arms around her as he kissed her lips. “Thank you for asking me to stay last night. It was everything.” 

“Well thank you for staying. And the best birthday ever. Will I see you tonight?” There was a glint in her eye and he wanted to capture this moment and feeling. 

He shook his head regretfully. “I’m going to have dinner with my mother tonight. I’d invite you but… I think it’s best if I spoke with her first. Is that okay?” 

“Of course it’s okay. I’ll miss you but I’ll see you tomorrow.” 

Draco kissed her again. “I’ll come by at lunch today. Have a good morning love.” 

Hermione kissed him once last time before bidding him goodbye and stepping through the floo, Draco following right behind her. 

Draco wasn’t usually nervous to see his mother, but he knew tonight would be different. He was fairly certain Narcissa would be supportive of his relationship with Hermione, but she wasn’t always predictable. 

When he apparated to Malfoy Manor at precisely 6:30 that evening, he wasn’t surprised to see his mother waiting for him. After all, he had severely neglected her in the last month since he started dating Hermione. 

“Hello, Mother.” He smiled as he kissed her cheek. 

“Hello, darling. I feel as though I haven’t seen you in ages. Forgetting about your dear Mother are you?” He held his arm out for her as he began escorting them to the informal dining room. 

“I’ve been a bit busy this month. Sorry, Mother.” 

“I’m sure you’ll tell me about her.” Narcissa smirked at him, her eyes lighting up with mirth. 

Fuck. He never could get anything by her. 

“How do you know there’s a her?” 

Narcissa just laughed gently. “A mother knows her son. And you have never, not once, gone this long without seeing me, even when you didn’t live here. What else could it be besides a witch? Are you going to tell me who it is?” 

They had reached the dining room and Draco pulled out her chair, before sitting himself at the head of the table. The head of the table. It was still difficult for Draco to accept that he was now the head of the Malfoy family. With Lucius being locked up for the rest of his life, Draco was forced to accept the responsibility well before he was ready. Most Malfoy heirs didn’t become head of the household until they had married and even then, it could be decades into adulthood. But Draco, after being thrust into a war as a child, was now thrust into the responsibility of managing the entirety of Malfoy estates and businesses, without his father’s guidance and support. Just one of the many things Draco had to resent his father for. 

Draco sighed before responding. “I am dating someone, yes. She is… incredible, Mother. She’s a healer. One of the best there is. She’s brilliant; more brilliant than I ever will be. She’s so much more than I deserve.” 

Narcissa’s gaze softened. “You love her.” 

Draco smiled to himself before nodding once. “I do. I haven’t told her that yet, it’s much too soon. We’ve only been together a month. But… I do. I’ve loved her a long time but circumstances made it impossible until now for us to be together.” 

“Who is it, darling?” 

Draco hesitated. He had faith that his mother would accept his relationship, he really did. But… he couldn’t help but fear. What if she didn’t? 

“It’s Hermione Granger.” 

Narcissa was quiet only for a moment before pressing a hand to her mouth and stifling a gasp. “Miss. Granger? Truly?”

Draco nodded. 

“Oh my darling son. I am so happy for you. I think she is an excellent match for you. Oh! I would love to meet her properly. Do you think she would accept an invitation for tea?” 

Draco, stunned, stared at his mother, his mouth slightly parted and his brows raised. He knew his mother had come a long way since the war and he was proud that she had begun putting in an effort to change her views — but he had to admit he expected more resistance to the idea of him and Hermione. 

“Really?” 

Narcissa nodded enthusiastically. “Yes, of course! I’ve only ever wanted you to be happy. If she makes you happy, then that’s all I need to know.”

Draco blew out a breath. He would have continued seeing Hermione either way, but he was relieved to know he wouldn’t have to choose between her and his mother. 

“Mother, you have no idea how happy it makes me to hear that. We were… well, anyway. I’ll speak with her about tea. She… is wary of you still. I also think it would be better if you maybe invited her to my flat instead of here for tea? I don’t think she’s ready to be at the Manor.” Draco chewed his cheek, not quite knowing how far his mother was willing to accommodate Hermione.

“I will meet her wherever she’s comfortable. Truly, I would like to apologize to her for everything as well. I’m embarrassed I haven’t done it sooner.” Narcissa averted her gaze. She didn’t like to talk about the war, usually preferring to gloss over that “unfortunate time” but Draco knew she’s still grappling with the loss of his father, so he tried not to push her. 

“I’ll arrange it with her. Thank you, Mother.”

“Are you officially courting her? Do we need to draw up a betrothal contract?” Of course, Narcissa would not miss the chance to remind Draco of her wish for him to marry. 

Draco sighed internally. “Yes, and no. I did give her a courting gift and she accepted. But Mother, there is no need for a formal contract. When the time is right, I will propose. But we’ve just found each other; it could be years before we take that step.” 

“Years.” Narcissa deadpanned, clearly unhappy with that admission. 

“Mother, I won’t rush her. Do I need years to know I want to marry her? Well, no. I’d propose tomorrow if I didn’t think it would send her running for the hills. But this is also my first relationship; I want to do this right.” No, Draco wouldn’t rush Hermione, even if he knew exactly what he wanted for their future. They hadn’t even slept together yet — speaking of marriage was out of the question. 

Narcissa pursed her lips and nodded once. “Very well, I understand. As long as you believe it’s heading that way at least, I will try to be patient.” 

“I think it is. But please don’t say anything to her about it. I don’t want to put any pressure on her.” Draco sent his mother a stern look, willing her to understand his point of view. 

Truthfully, he didn’t need any more time to know he wanted to marry Hermione. But he refused to put an unrealistic timeline on their relationship to appease his mother.

They continued to chat over their meal and eventually it was time for Draco to return to his flat. Once home, he began to get ready for bed and couldn’t help but feel like something was missing. As he laid in his bed, alone, he realized how much he missed Hermione. Now that he had shared her bed, even once, he wasn’t sure he would be able to sleep without her. 

He didn’t have nightmares every night, but they were a regular occurrence and since the war, he always struggled to fall asleep. However, he had no issues in Hermione’s bed. Was it a coincidence? Or was it his mind’s way of telling him that he needed her? 

He tossed in his bed for a half hour before deciding to take a chance. He donned a pair of sleep pants and a t-shirt and headed to the floo, calling out for Hermione’s. 

When he stepped through, it was dark and quiet, though he knew she would have heard his arrival. 

“Draco?” He heard a sleepy voice calling his name from the hallway where she stood.

He crossed the room and wrapped his arms around her. “Hi, love. I’m sorry to drop by like this…” 

Hermione frowned. “Are you alright? Did dinner not go okay?” 

Draco shook his head. “No, no. Nothing like that. Dinner was great, I’m fine. I just… I couldn’t fall asleep.” Draco bit his lip, holding the confession of his feelings to himself for the moment. 

Hermione, being the brilliant witch she was, saw right through him. “I couldn’t sleep either. Would you like to stay over?” 

Draco released his breath and nodded, pressing his forehead to hers. “Yes darling, I really would.” 

Hermione tugged him towards her bedroom, where Draco slipped beneath the covers and pulled his witch close and finally, succumbed to sleep. 

Chapter Text

October 8, 2005

Hermione was nervous. Today, for the first time since the war, she was going to see Narcissa Malfoy. She was having tea with her boyfriend’s mother. Oh Merlin, she was having tea with Narcissa Malfoy. 

She was going to be fine. Fine. Draco would be there. She could do this. 

It had been a couple of weeks since Draco informed his mother of their relationship and it took some time for Hermione to agree to see her. It wasn’t that she was afraid… but she was anxious. Draco told her that Narcissa was over the moon about their relationship, much to his own surprise, but she was still on edge — what if she had just been pretending with Draco? What if she saw Hermione and realized she wasn’t what she wanted for her son? 

There was nothing to it. It was time to go. She stepped through the floo and called out for Draco’s flat. 

“Darling!” Draco greeted her as she arrived and pulled her into his arms. “I know you’re nervous, but I promise. You’re going to love her.” He whispered in her ear and ran his hand down her back in soothing strokes. 

She had a small bag over her shoulder equipped with everything she’d need for staying over at Draco’s tonight. 

Since they shared a bed the first time, they had rarely spent a night apart. They took turns between their flats and though she had left a few things here to make it easier, there were still necessities they each had to bring back and forth. It had crossed Hermione’s mind that it might make sense for them to discuss moving in together… but she was far too sensible to bring that up this early in their relationship. She hadn’t even been brave enough to tell him she loved him for Merlin’s sake. 

He led her into his sitting room where Narcissa Malfoy was waiting for them. The Malfoy matriarch stood and smiled brightly at Hermione, holding her arms out to welcome her.

“Miss. Granger! I’m so pleased to meet you again.” She gathered Hermione in her arms and pressed a kiss to either cheek. Hermione, stunned at the warm reception she was getting, repeated the gesture. 

“Mrs. Malfoy, thank you for the invite for tea. I’m happy to see you again.” Hermione gently stepped out of her embrace and with a flick of her gaze to Draco, took a seat in one of the comfortable arm chairs next to Narcissa, Draco sitting beside her. 

She laughed softly. “Please, call me Narcissa. We might be family soon, after all.” 

“Mother!” Draco admonished, his cheeks reddening. 

Hermione grinned and waved her hand. “Then please, I insist you call me Hermione.” She clucked her tongue a moment, trying to determine how honest she wanted to be. “I must admit Narcissa, I was… skeptical of your acceptance of my relationship with your son.” 

Narcissa smiled sadly. “Yes, I suppose I would deserve that. I have many regrets in my life, Hermione. My willful ignorance to the world I was raising Draco in will always be something I am trying to make up for. But all I’ve ever wanted is for Draco to be happy. And you, my dear, have brought him back to life. I’ve never seen him so content. And for that, I will always be in your debt.” Narcissa glanced at Draco, her eyes full of motherly love and affection. 

Hermione reached out and set her hand upon Narcissa’s. “I’m rather fond of your son. Thank you for raising such a wonderful man. I couldn’t ask for a better partner.” 

Narcissa beamed and placed her other hand on top of Hermione’s squeezing gently. “I think we’re going to get along just fine, Hermione.” 

With the tension broken, the two witches fell into easy conversation, both mostly forgetting about the other wizard in the room. Hermione was both astounded and utterly pleased that Narcissa seemed to like her as much as Hermione found herself liking her partner’s mother. 

She could feel Draco’s relaxed body next to her and reached over to squeeze his knee. She knew he had been nervous about their meeting — she wasn’t entirely sure if their relationship would have survived if Narcissa has disapproved.

Now that it was clear she was in favor of them being together, Hermione couldn’t help but wonder if it was time for them to take the next step together. 

After a couple of hours of getting to know one another, Hermione could safely say she was in awe of Narcissa Malfoy. When it was time to part, Narcissa embraced Hermione and kissed her on both cheeks. 

“We must get together again. I will owl you, darling.” Narcissa hugged Hermione tightly before giving her son a quick hug and floating off into the floo. 

“Huh. That went well.” Draco chuckled as he locked the floo behind his mother and returned to the couch to wrap his arm around Hermione and pull her close to his side. 

“Well? Just well? I’d say that went bloody fantastic.” Hermione blew out a breath as she collapsed into his body. “I think I’m in love with your mother.” 

“Just as long as you love me more, that’s fine with me.” Hermione stilled at Draco’s words and she felt him stiffen around her. “I mean.. er…” He stumbled as she twisted her body so she was facing him. 

He wouldn’t look her in the eye and she knew. She knew he loved her. And she knew she loved him. Once again, it was time for her to show off her Gryffindor courage. 

“Draco.” She said softly, reaching out to tip his chip up. “I do. I do love you. I’ve fallen in love with you, Draco.” Her voice was quiet but sure and though a small part of her mind worried she was playing her cards too soon — after all, it hadn’t even been two months — but she was confident enough in her feelings to silence those small feelings of doubt. 

Draco’s eyes lit up and a smile brightened his face. Without saying anything, he crushed his lips to hers. They lost themselves to each other for several minutes before Draco pulled away. 

“Fuck, I love you too. I’ve been dying to tell you for so long, but I didn’t want to scare you away.” Draco began trailing kisses down her jaw, finding a particularly sensitive spot on her neck that he gently sucked on. 

Hermione moaned, tilting her head to give him better access to her neck. They hadn’t gone much further than snogging, but Hermione’s will to slow that part of their relationship down was starting to falter. 

“Move in with me.” Draco’s voice murmured against her neck. 

“Wh-what?” Hermione put her palms on his chest and gently sat up. “What?” 

Draco smiled at her, twirling his hand into her hair. “Move in with me. I know this is still new. But I don’t need more time to know, Hermione. I love you. I want to live together. You can move in here, I can move in with you, or we can buy something new together. Please, just… move in with me.” 

Hermione’s mind was moving a thousand miles a minute. Draco wanted to live with her? He loved her? They hadn’t even told their friends, save Harry and Theo, about their relationship. They haven’t gone public. Is it too soon? What if they break up? Is it too soon? It’s too soon. Right? It’s too—

“Hermione, breathe, love.” Draco kissed her temple, smiling against her skin. He knew her well enough by now to know she was going to internally panic unless he snapped her out of it. 

Hermione stared at him, her mouth parted. “Sorry I just — really? You want to live with me?” She asked quietly. In all of her dating history, not one relationship had ever come close to cohabitation. While her and Ron were together for six months, living together was never discussed — she couldn’t imagine the disaster that would have been. None of her other relationships had ever gotten serious enough for it to even be a thought in her mind. 

She had been thinking about how much easier it would be to live with Draco — and she had often found herself daydreaming about what it would be like. They already woke up together most mornings and while she knew some would say they were moving too fast, she was secure enough to admit she wanted it all with him — living together, marriage, babies. Although, she might keep some of that to herself for right now. 

Draco grinned and wrapped his arm around her, pulling her as close as possible. “Yes. I really do. We spend almost every night together now. I can’t sleep without you. I know it hasn’t been long, but I know you’re it for me, Hermione.” He whispered. 

Her heart fluttered at his confession. “You’re it for me too, Draco.” She pressed her lips to his. “Are you sure you want to live with someone you haven’t even slept with yet? I’ve barely let you get to second base.” 

He furrowed his brows in confusion. “What’s second base? And yes, I’m sure I want to live with you. I don’t need to sleep with you to know we’re going to be compatible there whenever we decide to take that step together.” 

“Muggle term. American, actually.” She laughed quietly as she looked into his eyes. “Okay. Yes. Let’s live together.” 

She knew there were other things they’d need to discuss — where would they live, would they go public with their relationship, etc. — but for now, Hermione was content to celebrate this relationship milestone with her boyfriend. 

The rest could wait. 

Chapter Text

October 21, 2005

In the weeks following Hermione’s acceptance to move in with him, Draco did his best to keep his cool. It had been a spur of the moment decision to ask her to live with him — but he didn’t regret it for a second. Part of him did wonder if they were moving too fast, but he decided he was going to ignore that niggling feeling because it didn’t matter: he was in love and he wasn’t afraid to let the world know it. 

They hadn’t yet discussed particulars of their cohabitation and Draco didn’t want to push. Work had been busy and he knew Hermione would start to panic if he didn’t allow her to process this next step in her own time. 

He knew, however, before they made the final jump that he wanted their relationship to go public. He would wait forever for her — but he was tired of pretending he wasn’t head over heels for her to anyone who asked. He still had his fair share of witches flirting with him since as far as anyone else was concerned, he was unattached. It didn’t matter how many time he brushed them off — they just kept coming. It was a known thing at St Mungo’s — Draco Malfoy was a hard catch and seemingly rebuked any attention he got from the opposite sex. Did that stop them from trying? Not particularly, no. 

He was beginning to become frustrated with not being able to profess his relationship status — so he knew it was time to have a conversation with Hermione.

Tonight, they were meeting with their friends at the Leaky. It wasn’t the first time they attended a pub night since they got together — there had been several times where they went separately, played their part, and pretended they weren’t leaving together. But tonight, they were going together for the first time. 

While they hadn’t discussed the general public knowing about their relationship, they had decided it was time to let their friends know. Hermione was the instigator here — she didn’t want them to move in together until they were able to share with their friends. 

So after flooing home from work and quickly changing from his hospital robes to a more casual outfit, he flooed to his girlfriend's flat.

“Hermione? Ready to go?” He called once he arrived. He wandered toward her bedroom, knowing she was likely still getting dressed. 

Sure enough, she was pulling on her dress as he rounded into the room. He stopped just shy of the door to admire his witch — he hadn’t seen her naked yet and had to admit it was starting to kill him slowly. He understood and respected her want to go slow — but fuck if he wasn’t half hard every time he was around her these days. 

He leaned against the doorframe as his eyes moved up and down her body. He couldn’t wait to get his hands on —

“Hey,” Hermione said, looking over her shoulder and sending him a smouldering smirk. Fuck, she was doing it on purpose wasn’t she? The minx. 

“Tease.” He murmured, stepping across the threshold and gathering her in his arms. He pulled her back to his chest and rested his chin on her shoulder. “Are you ready for this?” 

She sighed, leaning her head back against him. “Yes. I think it’s time. Harry and Theo already know, and I’m honestly surprised they’ve been able to keep their mouths shut.” 

He hummed, wondering if now was the time to bring up everyone knowing. He decided to go for it. “I think… I think I want everyone to know, Hermione. I know you wanted to wait. And I’m not saying we need to take out a page of the Prophet. But I want to be able to take you out, walk down Diagon, kiss you on breaks at work.” 

He watched her smile grow in the mirror they were standing in front of and then her twist to face him. She cupped his cheek as she pressed her lips to his. 

“Okay. We can talk to HR on Monday. And then after that… we can go anywhere you want.” 

Heart pounding, he played with a loose curl on her head. “Really? I mean.. really?” 

She nodded. “Yes, Draco. I’m ready for that too. Especially if we’re going to live together, and we’re telling our friends tonight. It’d be too hard to keep it a secret after that anyway.” 

He couldn’t stop the grin from forming on his face as he leaned down and kissed her again. “I love you.” He whispered against her lips. 

“I love you too. Let’s go before we’re late.” She slid her hand into his and dragged him back toward her fireplace. 

When he tried to release her hand once they arrived at Leaky, she gripped harder. He sent her an are you sure? Glance and received a stern glare back as she squeezed his hand in confirmation. 

When they approached the table, it only took a moment for the chatter to die down. Draco watched Potter and Theo’s smiles grow as they looked at his hand clasped in Hermione’s. 

“Hermione? Why the fuck are you holding Malfoy’s hand?” Weasley’s eye were wide and his words were spat through gritted teeth. Interesting. Maybe he wasn’t as over Hermione as he pretended to be. 

Hermione glanced at Draco quickly and received a quick nod before clearing her throat. “Draco and I are together.” 

Draco’s heart soared — he had been waiting for this moment when Hermione would claim him and it was better than anything he could have imagined. 

“What?!” Weasley spluttered, moving to stand. 

Potter pulled him back down. “Ron, sit your arse down.” 

Weasley looked at him. “Why are you not bothered by this?” He waved his hands manically towards Draco and Hermione, who by now were finding their seats. 

Potter shrugged. “I’ve known for a while. Besides, we’re friends with Malfoy—“

“We are not—“ Weasley interrupted, causing Draco to roll his eyes. 

“Yes we are — and I think he’s good for Hermione.” Potter finished, his husband emphatically nodding his head in agreement. 

Pansy tilted her head to the side. “I don’t like it.” 

Draco, taken aback by his friend's disapproval, glared at her. “You don’t have to like it, Pans. Hermione is my witch and there’s nothing any of you can do or say to change that.” He laced his fingers with her and squeezed. 

Pansy rolled her eyes and shook her head. “I only don’t like it because I didn’t think of it first. I could’ve pushed you two together ages ago!” 

Draco couldn’t help the sigh of relief that escaped him and he saw Hermione’s shoulder relax as well. 

“We danced around each other for a while it seems.” Hermione mused, grinning towards him. 

“Well we’re happy for you.” Longbottom raised a glass in their direction. “Treat her well, Malfoy.” 

Draco huffed a laugh. “Yeah, yeah. Get in line.” He wrapped an arm around her shoulder and pulled her close. 

“Okay — no. What? We’re just going to sit here and act like this is okay?” Weasley clearly wasn’t over it yet.

Hermione sighed. “Ron, while I would appreciate your support, I really don’t need it. I love Draco and that’s that. I’m not looking for anyone’s approval. We just wanted to tell our friends before move in together and go public.” 

Weasley, if possible, went even paler. “You… love him? You’re moving in together?”

Hermione’s brows furrowed. “Yes, Ronald.” 

Potter decided to swoop in and save Weasley from embarrassing himself further. “That’s great Hermione! When are you moving? Or is Malfoy moving in with you?”

“We haven’t worked out details yet.” Hermione smiled at Potter, silently thanking him for his support. 

Weasley was quiet the rest of the night, but Draco and Hermione didn’t let it bother them. It only took a few minutes before the group wholly accepted their relationship and moved onto other topics of conversation. 

Several rounds later, Weasley finally decided he’d had enough. “I’m going to get going. I’ll see you all later.” He refrained from saying anything to either Draco or Hermione and left the pub. 

“Didn’t realise he was still in love with you.” Draco sneered, though it wasn’t directed at anyone. He wasn’t threatened by Weasley’s feelings for his witch — he knew she didn’t feel that way anymore.

Hermione snorted. “Don’t be ridiculous. We broke up years ago!” 

Potter and Theo exchanged a curious glance. 

“But I’m the first serious relationship you’ve had since, right? Maybe it was easy for him to ignore his feelings while you were unattached.” 

Hermione was contemplative for a moment. “Oh. Maybe. Harry?” 

Potter looked sheepish. “I mean.. yeah. He’s… mentioned it. He didn’t exactly want to get back with you, but he’s never really been totally over you. It killed him when you were with Krum and Charlie. You’ve never had any serious contenders since so he hasn’t been as bothered since.” 

“But…” Hermione started. “He was so supportive when he found out about Charlie and I! He wasn’t mad at all! And Viktor… we were only together a few weeks!” Draco could feel the beginnings of insecurity take root in his chest and he didn’t like it. 

Potter shrugged. “He was trying to be happy for you. He didn’t think he was ever going to be with you again, so he did his best to let you move on.” 

Hermione’s shoulders slumped and she moved ever so slightly away from Draco, leaving his insecurities to flourish. He dropped her hand, but she was so wrapped up in her own head she didn’t even notice. 

Theo did though — he tried to catch Draco’s eye but he kept his gaze firmly on the table. 

“He’s loved me this whole time?” Hermione’s voice was soft, something he was so used to now but was usually reserved for him. He could feel the foundation of their love cracking. He was trying not be angry — trying not to be a jealous, possessive fool. But he couldn’t help his feelings — his witch was actively worrying and obsessing about her ex-boyfriend’s feelings for her. He wanted to ask her why the fuck it matters how Weasley has felt about her, but he’s afraid of the answer.

Potter, who by now had seemingly caught onto the tension radiating from Draco, replied cautiously. “Yes… it’s why he’s never been able to seriously date someone else. He… Hermione he thought that’s why you were never serious about someone else. He’s thought eventually you two might work it out and maybe it just wasn’t your time earlier.” Theo was elbowing Potter in the side now. 

Hermione sighed. “But we always said we’d be better off as friends! I don’t understand. We spent years apart. I had no idea… If I had known I would’ve…” She trailed off and the wistful look in her eye was enough to push Draco over the edge. 

He clenched his jaw and stood up. “This has been enlightening. I need to get going.” 

Hermione whipped her head up. “What? Draco—

“I’ll see you later.” Draco wasn’t really sure what was happening — but he knew he needed to get out of there. He knew his temper would only be controlled for so much longer and as much as he wanted to trust his witch, he couldn’t just sit there and watch her pine after Weasley. He knew he likely just needed to talk to her — he knew he was overreacting. But the rational side of his brain was quiet. He needed to get home before he said something he’d regret. 

He made it to the floo before she even stood to chase after him. He could see her confused face and he longed to hold her, kiss it better. But he was too upset right now to comfort her. He went to his flat and for the first time since they got together — he blocked her access. He adjusted his wards so she couldn’t apparate either. 

He went straight to his kitchen and poured himself a heavy glass of whiskey. He settled himself onto his couch. He knew he wouldn’t be able to sleep in his bed tonight — not the bed that still smelled like her, the one he just held her in last night. He wasn’t sure he’d be able to sleep again without her. 

His mind was spiralling. He thought she loved him. But the second she learned the alleged truth about Weasley’s feelings, she pulled away from him. Was Draco just a placeholder? Just someone she could string along until someone better came along, namely her ex who was still so obviously in love with her? He had never paid much attention to Weasley before, but in hindsight, he could picture their previous interactions and could see the torch he carried his witch. Fuck. Would she even be his witch anymore? 

He closed his eyes. He knows he shouldn’t have left her — knows it was the cowardly thing to do. But he couldn’t face her telling him she needed to go after Weasley after what she’d just learned. Maybe she wouldn’t have said that — but he couldn’t risk it. He’d rather hurt himself by leaving than let her hurt him in any way. 

He resigned himself for a long night wondering if he just made the biggest mistake of his life by walking away from her. 

Hermione stared at the floo where her boyfriend just disappeared for several minutes before she felt Harry pulling her back to the table. 

“What the fuck just happened?” She asked to no one in particular. She was confused, hurt, and a little angry that Draco just left her. She didn’t know why. What did she do? Why she he just walk out? 

Pansy snorted and sent a glare her way. “Are you serious? You just spent the last five minutes talking about Weasley’s feelings for you and acting like you’d have run back to him if you’d known. I can’t imagine Draco was having a good time listening to it.” Hermione could feel the animosity Pansy was sending her. 

“What? I — I didn’t say that! I didn’t —“ 

Harry gently placed his hand on her shoulder. “You might not have said it. But you… you sounded like maybe that’s where your train of thought was going.” 

Hermione jerked her head towards Harry. “What? No! I was just.. confused!” 

Neville sent her a sad smile. “But surely you can understand why that might hurt Malfoy. Why would you be confused about your feelings about Ron if you truly loved Malfoy? From what Pansy has told me, Malfoy doesn’t have a lot of experience with relationships. I imagine if I was in his shoes, I would’ve felt the same. It seemed like maybe you were thinking that if Ron had said something to you earlier, you might have gone back to him.” 

Hermione looked horrified. She didn’t want Ron. She knew she didn’t want Ron! She loved Draco — she was so in love with Draco, it hurt. How could he think that? How could he doubt her so easily? She felt her eyes fill with tears. 

“Draco has loved you a long time. And he has always been insecure. He’s be told his whole life he’s not good enough and I don’t know if he’ll ever believe he deserves you.” Theo was trying to smile kindly at her, but she could tell he was frustrated for his friend. Merlin, she’d fucked up. 

“I didn’t.. I didn’t mean to make him feel that way! I don’t want Ron. I wasn’t trying to say I wanted him. I was just taken aback by what you were saying Harry!” Hermione was feeling frantic now. She needed to fix this — she couldn’t lose him, not because of a stupid misunderstanding. 

Harry met her worried stare with a sigh. “I’m sorry Hermione. This is my fault — I shouldn’t have been telling you all of that stuff about Ron. It didn’t matter anyway. It doesn't matter how Ron feels because you don’t feel the same, right?

“Of course not! I don’t know if I was ever in love with Ron, not like I am with Draco. Oh gods, I need to go to him —“ 

Theo and Pansy both shook their heads. “No. Not tonight. Let him calm down. He’s probably beating himself up for leaving and drowning himself in whiskey right night. Best to wait until the morning.” 

“But, no! That’s even more reason to go to him — I don’t want him to feel like I’m not devoted to him and only him all night!” Hermione protested. 

“You’ll make it worse. You both need to sleep it off. Besides, if I know him at all, I’d guess he’s blocked you from being able to go to his flat anyway.” Theo said, shrugging slightly. 

Hermione paled. “He’d… block me?” 

Pansy nodded. “If he’s as upset with you as I think he is, then yes. He doesn’t want to see you right now.” Hermione could see the anger simmering in her eyes. Fucking great. The first time they come out to their friends and she’s severely pissed everyone off and made his friends think she can’t take care of his feelings properly. 

“Come on. We’ll take you home.” Harry pulled her to standing and after saying their goodbyes, he and Theo walked her to the floo where they followed her home. 

Once inside her flat, she could hear the deafening silence. It had been so long since she slept alone, she wasn’t sure how she was going to sleep through the night. She said a sad goodbye to Harry and Theo, thanked them for helping her home, and dragged herself to her guest room. She knew if she had any chance of sleep, it wouldn’t be in the bed she’s shared with him. 

She fell into the bed fully clothed, and did her best to feel hopeful that she didn’t just fuck up the best thing that’s ever happened to her. 

Draco woke to someone snapping their fingers in his face. “What the fuck…” he groaned. His arms automatically reached for Hermione, until the events of last night caught up to him and he remembered that he was asleep on his couch and Hermione was not here. Might not ever be here again. 

“Time to wake up fuckface.” Theo was slapping his cheeks now and pulling his chin down while he poured a potion down his throat. 

“What the fuck, Theo!” Draco swallowed what he assumed was a hangover potion, given the clearing of the clouds in his head. He sat up gingerly and took a proper look around, seeing both Theo and Potter sitting angrily in front of him. 

“What are you two doing here?” He ran a hand down his face, leaning his head back against the couch cushion.

“We’re here to save you from being an arsehole.” Theo replied, a brow raised. 

Draco didn’t respond because he knew they were right. He shouldn’t have left her last night, shouldn’t have let his emotions get the best of him. Fuck, she must be so angry…. 

“I fucked up.” He stated, wincing. 

Potter snorted. “You think? She’s devastated, Malfoy. It was all we could do last night to keep her from trying to get to you.” 

Draco grimaced for a moment before the anger from last night returned. “She’s devastated? I’m devastated! I had to listen to her pine over a wizard who is not me for several minutes before I left! That didn’t fucking feel great.” 

They both sighed, while Potter nodded his head. “Yeah, we know. We told her. She says that wasn’t her intention and she didn’t mean to make you feel that way.”

Draco’s jaw clenched and he looked away. “It was pretty obvious she still has feelings from Weasley. I’d rather just make a clean break now before we waste anymore time together.” He thought he felt his heart physically break as he spoke. The thought of not being with Hermione anymore… it made him feel ill. 

Theo scoffed. “You’re an idiot if you think she doesn’t love you. Yeah, she fucked up last night with how she reacted to Ron’s tantrum, but you fucked up by leaving without talking to her. You can’t just run at the first sight of trouble.” 

“Yes I can. I’m not going to let her just break my heart especially if front of all of our friends. I couldn’t listen to her anymore.” 

Potter checked his watch. “Just… talk to her? Please? Don’t shut her out and lose her because you won’t even talk to her. Open your floo. She’s going to be here in five minutes if you let her.” 

Draco shook his head. “What? No. She can’t come here. I…” He wasn’t exactly sure why he was arguing. Obviously he wanted to see her. But he was still hurt while also being embarrassed by his behaviour. 

Theo and Potter stood, clearly not looking to argue with him further. 

“Open your floo. If you don’t, then your relationship might be over without it ever really starting.” Potter gave him a sad look before they both disappeared through the fireplace, leaving Draco alone with his thoughts. 

He only allowed himself a moment of wallowing before he adjusted the wards and opened his floo so his… Hermione could come when she was ready. 

He didn’t have to wait long. 

She looked awful. Still beautiful, obviously, but he could tell she didn’t sleep well, if at all, and he could see her red-rimmed eyes — he fought the urge to pull her into his arms. 

“Hi.” She said, softly. She was dressed casually in leggings and — oh gods, she was wearing his shirt. She slowly went to sit next to him, though she left a healthy amount of space between them. 

“Hi,” He whispered, unable to find his voice. “I’m sor—“

“I’m sor—“ they started at the same time. 

She smiled and gestured for him to go first. 

“I’m sorry I left.” He knew he needed to say more, but for now that’s all he could give her. 

“I’m sorry I made you feel like I might have feelings for Ron still. Draco, please believe me. I don’t. I love you and only you.” She begged him. She reached out and placed her hand on his thigh. 

He closed his eyes and took a breath. “I… I believe you. It.. it just sounded….” He knew he was a fool — he knew he shouldn’t doubt her love for him. He hoped he’d be able to salvage what was left of their relationship. 

She took pity on him and climbed into his lap, straddling him. His hands went to her hips instinctively. 

“I didn’t realise what I was saying. I was only worried about my friendship with Ron. Not once did getting back together with him cross my mind. I see now why you would have thought that and I’m so sorry.” Hermione placed a hand on either cheek and pressed her forehead against his. 

“I shouldn’t have left. I was so angry… so hurt. I should’ve just told you how I was feeling. I… don’t know how to handle how much I feel for you, Hermione. I’ve never loved anyone before. I’ve never had so much to lose.” His voice was hoarse, vulnerable. He hated being vulnerable, but he knew he needed to be honest with her if they were going to move past this. 

“I was hurt you left. I was hurt you didn’t have more faith in me. But I know this relationship is still new. I know you weren’t trying to hurt me.” Tentatively, she brushed her lips against his. 

He moaned at the contact, capturing her lips fully and snaking his arm around her, pulling her closer. 

“I’m sorry. I won’t leave next time. I’ll stay, I’ll talk to you. I’ll do better.” He made promises he knew he would do his best to keep as he kissed down her jaw, her neck. 

“And I’ll pay more attention to your feelings. I never meant to hurt you.” She pressed into him, rolling her hips against his erection. 

He dropped his head back and groaned. “Hermione,” he breathed. “I love you.” He murmured, crashing his lips to hers once again. He slipped his tongue into her mouth, tasting her love and forgiveness. He couldn’t believe he almost let this go — couldn’t believe his own insecurities let him believe this witch didn’t love him enough. 

He broke their kiss and tried to put a bit of distance between them. “As much as I’d love to take this further, I don’t want to take advantage of our heightened emotions.” 

Hermione ran her hands through his hair, eliciting a groan from how good it felt. “I think this might just be what we need.” She whispered, her mouth trailing down his ear, teeth grazing lightly. 

He closed his eyes and sighed at the contact. “Hermione… I want to do this right. I want our first time to be special.” He meant it; they had already waited so long to take the next step, Draco didn’t want to rush into anything. Though he would admit, he was dying to sink himself into her. 

Hermione abruptly stood, making Draco’s face fall, but then she grabbed his hand and began dragging him towards his bedroom. “This is special. You know why? Because last night made me realise just how important you are to me. I realised how much I love you. And now I know I will do anything to keep you.” She pushed him onto his bed, straddling his lap. 

“You don’t have to sleep with me to keep me, love. I’m yours. I had a brief moment of panic where I didn’t think you loved me as much as I love you. But I promise, you don’t have to do anything to make it up to me.” As he spoke, his hands wandered. His fingers slipped under her shirt, brushing against her bare skin. He itched to pull the shirt off so he could see what was underneath. He strongly suspected she was braless. 

She leaned forward to kiss him. “I don’t want to sleep with you to keep you. I want to sleep with you because I love you and I’m ready to take that next step with you. I don’t want to pressure you so if you don’t want to, we can just lay in bed together. I’m sure neither of us slept well last night.” 

Feeling his resolve melting, he pulled her in for a searing kiss. “Are you sure?” He asked, already tugging her shirt upward. 

She assisted by lifting her arms and shedding the shirt, revealing her bare breasts in all their glory. Draco’s mouth watered and he sat up so he was face to face with her chest. He flicked his eyes up to hers for permission, and after a nod, he closed his mouth over her nipple. Hermione gasped as his warm tongue swirled and sucked on her left nipple before moving to give attention to her right. 

“Words, Hermione. Are you sure?” He murmured, only briefly lifting his mouth from her breast. 

“Yes!” She breathed, her head falling backward as she pushed her chest towards his face. Her hands found the bottom of his shirt and he broke away long enough for his shirt to be discarded. 

He flipped them over, hovering over her as he melted kisses down her torso. Draco yanked her leggings down, tossing them behind him as he continued to trail kisses down her body, eventually settling in between her legs. He ran his tongue on her inner thigh, gently biting down on the soft flesh. 

“Draco, please.” She begged, pushing her hand into his hair. 

His fingers glided over the edges of her knickers, teasing her. His eyes asked for permission once more and after receiving a nod in confirmation, he vanished her knickers and groaned. 

“So beautiful.” He murmured, leaning his head toward her and darting his tongue out. He ravished her, spending time on every inch of the skin in front of him except for the one place he knew she wanted him. Her hips bucked into his face and he could feel the heat radiating off of her. 

“What do you want, Hermione?” His mouth followed the curve of her hips as he brought a finger to her entrance, swirling just outside but not entering. 

“Touch me. Inside me. Anything, just do something, please. Make me come.” Hermione whined. 

He sent a smirk her way before giving in and closing his mouth over her clit. She jumped at the contact, and as he flicked his tongue back and forth he could feel her body quivering. 

“Yes, fuck. Please don’t stop.” She rode his face, pulling his hair so he could be as close as possible. He pressed two fingers inside, sliding in easily with her slick. 

He continued his ministrations with his tongue and hand until Hermione was crying out her release, a string of nonsense falling from her mouth. He kissed her clit gently once more before climbing up her body and capturing her lips in a searing kiss. 

“Fuck, baby. You’ve no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.” Draco kissed her again, sucking her bottom lip into his mouth. 

“Mmm, you can do it anytime. I need you now, Draco.” She waved her hand and he felt his trousers and boxers vanish, his skin now touching hers. He groaned, feeling his cock bounce free and land against her thigh. Automatically, he thrust his hips into hers to find some sort of relief. 

“Are you on the potion?” He asked her, not wanting to assume. 

He watched her pretty cheeks blush as she nodded. “Yes. I went back on it once we… you know, just in case.” 

He swallowed her smile with his lips. Draco sat up slightly, reaching down to drag his cock through her wetness, briefly catching her clit and causing another moan. He lined himself up and pushed forward, entering her inch by slow inch. 

When he bottomed out, they shared a delighted sigh at their connection. 

“Finally.” He whispered, knowing he was where he was meant to be. His previous sexual encounters had been less than ideal. He always knew he needed the emotional connection for sex to be good, but he didn’t realise just how much he was missing until he found it with Hermione. As he thrust into her, he held back the emotion that bubbled up inside of him. 

This witch, this stunning woman, whom he’s loved for years, was finally and irrevocably his. He reached for her left hand and laced their fingers together, his thumb swiping over her ring finger. He didn’t say anything, he didn’t have to; but the way her breath hitched and the way she looked at him told him she knew — she knew what he meant by that gesture. 

He knew it was too soon, he knew he would need to wait longer. But he also knew his mind was made up: he was going to marry Hermione Granger. 

As they reached their peak together, a serene wave of peace washed over him like he’d never experienced before. Without pulling out, he collapsed on top of her and brought their lips together. 

“I love you, Hermione. So much. I’m sorry about last night.” He pressed his forehead against hers and closed his eyes. 

“Shh, I’m sorry too, my love. We were bound to have a first fight eventually.” 

He laughed, moving his body off of her and sidling up behind her, pulling her close. “I suppose if that’s the way we make up, then I’ll need to pick fights more often.” 

She smacked him playfully. “Don’t you dare.” 

He kissed the top of her head. “Wouldn’t dream of, it darling.” 

Draco cast cleansing charms on them and pulled the blankets up, enveloping them in a warm cocoon. Both exhausted from their lack of sleep and their morning activities, they fell asleep together and spent the rest of their day making up for lost time. 

Chapter Text

November 19, 2005

In the month since their first fight and subsequent weekend of passion, Hermione’s life had been a whirlwind. They had decided together that Hermione would move into Draco’s flat — it was bigger, nicer, and he owned it outright. So by the end of October, she was moved into his home and began the process of redecorating his space to match both of their preferences. 

She’d met with Narcissa several times since their initial meeting, and she was a wonderful help with the home project. In fact, Hermione had all but given her the reigns after informing her what she was looking for and Narcissa delivered. 

Now, they sat in their newly redesigned living room and Hermione felt more at home than she ever had before — the room was light and airy, filled with sage greens and light blues, and all the comforts of a home one might need. 

They had avoided pub nights since the previous one; both embarrassed by their childish behaviour. They only informed Harry and Theo when they finished the move, opting to use magic to make the transition easier rather than ask their friends for help packing Hermione up. 

“Are we going to avoid our friends forever, do you think?” Hermione wondered. She was lying on the couch, her head in Draco’s lap while they both read their respective novels. It was a quiet Saturday, both having a long week at work and they were soaking up the day in which they weren’t needed by anyone. 

Draco sighed and set his book on his chest. “No. Maybe we should have them over next weekend? A small housewarming?” 

Hermione nodded. “That sounds reasonable. I’m hoping Pansy won’t hex me…” 

Draco rolled his eyes. “Seriously, that witch is barmy sometimes. You and I both overreacted, we’ve dealt with it and we’ve moved on. If Pansy still has any issue with you, then she can fuck right off. We’re allowed to have disagreements and Merlin knows we’ll probably have more as long as we’re together.” 

“True… I don’t want to invite too many people though. Maybe just Theo, Harry, Neville, Pansy… Luna?” 

“Can we invite Blaise? I know he doesn’t come out often, but he’s been out a few times. I think he’s been kind to you.” 

“Of course. We haven’t spoken much, but he’s always been polite.” 

“Any Weasleys?” Draco’s voice was tight — though he’d forgiven her for her reaction in the pub, she knew he still wasn’t keen on her spending any kind of time with Ron. He wouldn’t say anything to her though; he knew better than to try and control who she spoke with. 

Hermione considered for a moment. “I guess Ginny, maybe George. I don’t speak to them often and I’m certainly not as close with Ginny as I used to be. But they’re still friends. Ron… I don’t think he and I are in a place where he can be happy for me yet. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable in your own home. I think maybe I’ll reach out to Ron separately and try and clear the air. That is… are you okay with that?” They were partners, after all. While she wouldn’t allow him to dictate who she was friends with, she did want to be respectful of his feelings. 

“I’m not going to lie, Hermione. I don’t relish the idea of my witch spending time with an ex who still has feelings for her. But, I trust you. And I know you were friends for a long time, and I know you’d like to be friends again. So I will be fine.” 

Hermione reached up and kissed his cheek. “Thank you, Draco.” 

November 26, 2005

Hermione nervously triple checked there was enough food and drink for their incoming guests, as well as tidied a few bits and pieces in the kitchen. She was stalling — part of her was hoping if she kept herself busy she could hide back here while Draco greeted their friends. 

Before she could get too lost in her thoughts, Draco entered the kitchen and leaned in to kiss her cheek. 

“Come on, it'll be fine.” He grabbed her hand and gently pulled her toward the floo where she knew their friends would be arriving anymore. 

Luckily for her, the first through were Harry and Theo. She blew out a breath of relief and gave each a hug. 

“I’m so happy you’re both here.” She admitted, trying her best not to look too worried about the night. 

Harry smiled at her. “I know you’ve been avoiding everyone Hermione, but seriously — we’ve all but forgotten what happened. There’s no need to worry about it.” 

She sighed. “You’re right. I had just hoped the first night of telling our friends we were together would have gone better.” 

Draco squeezed her hand and kissed her forehead. “It was fine, darling. It really wasn’t that big of a deal.” 

She knew he wasn’t trying to minimise their fight as they both agreed it actually was a big deal, but Draco was determined to convince her their friends didn’t care about it as much as they did. He wanted to show their friends they were a united friends and had solved their squabble without the need for their input. 

Theo nodded enthusiastically. “Draco’s right. Everything that happened was between you and Draco — it wasn’t any of our business anyway. Pansy will get over herself.” 

Hermione blanched at the thought of the witch being angry with her. She liked Pansy, she really did. But she also couldn’t help but feel a bit of jealousy toward her. Much like Draco probably felt about Ron actually. Thinking about Pansy and her connection with Draco made her feel more empathetic toward Draco’s feelings about Hermione’s friendship with Ron. She knew Pansy was happy with Neville, but she couldn’t help the twinge she felt. She knew Pansy felt a protectiveness over Draco and it bothered Hermione — not that she would admit that to anyone. She would never want to come between Draco and his friends, but she would be lying if she didn’t say his closeness with the witch didn’t make her the most comfortable. 

Perhaps she needed to reassess her desire to rekindle her friendship with Ron. 

Draco wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her tight to his side. “Don’t worry about Pansy, Hermione. You are my witch and your opinion is the only one that matters to me.” He whispered in her ear, trying to reassure her. 

It helped a little. 

The rest of their friends slowly appeared and Hermione started to feel at ease. 

When Blaise stepped through the threshold, he pulled Draco into a hug. “Finally got the girl, eh?” He teased, ruffling Draco’s hair. 

Draco rolled his eyes, moving to Hermione’s side and slipping his arm around her. “Fuck off, Zabini.” His words were biting but his tone was light and a grin tugged at his lips. 

“Hi Blaise, thanks for coming.” Hermione said softly. She hadn’t interacted much with Blaise and after how badly their relationship reveal had gone, she was nervous about seeing another one of Draco’s friends. 

She needn’t have worried. Blaise snatched her from Draco’s grip and enveloped her in his embrace. 

“Thank you for taking a chance on this poor sod, Granger. Or should I call you Hermione now?” Hermione laughed as Draco pulled her back and threw a glare at Blaise. 

“Hermione is fine. Whatever you’re comfortable with. And I rather think we’ve taken a chance on each other.” Her eyes went to Draco as she leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to his lips. 

Before Blaise could respond, the hearth lit up again and Luna stepped out, followed quickly by Ginny and George. 

“Luna, Ginny, George! I’m so glad you’ve come!” Hermione quickly hugged each of her friends before stepping back to give them space. 

“Hermione! It’s been too long. I can’t believe you’ve shacked up with the ferret!” Ginny exclaimed, her eyes full of mirth and a smirk the size of France on her face. 

Hermione lightly smacked her arm. “No calling my boyfriend ferret.” 

Ginny held up her hands while George laughed. 

“I think it’s lovely, Hermione. I’ve always thought you and Draco would be matched well. It was clear at Harry’s wedding your auras had aligned and become one while you were dancing.” Luna supplied as she glided through to the living room. 

Hermione exchanged an amused glance with Draco as they followed her to the rest of their friends.

After about 30 minutes of mingling, the floo activated and out stepped Pansy followed closely by Neville. 

Neville smiled kindly and wrapped Hermione in a warm hug. “Thanks for inviting us. Congrats on the move.” 

“Thanks Neville.” She responded in kind. 

He stepped away from her and Hermione came face to face with the witch who did not look happy to see her. 

“Thin ice, Granger. Thin. Ice.” Pansy sneered, arms crossed. 

Hermione opened her mouth to respond but was cut off when Draco stepped between them. 

“Pansy, if you are going to cause any issues, you may turn right back around.” He threaded his fingers with Hermione’s, not-so-subtly choosing his allegiance. 

Pansy’s nostrils flared. “How can you just be fine with this, Draco? She clearly has—“

“No. Pansy, this is none of your business. My relationship with Hermione is between her and I and it has nothing to do with you. I’m happy. Hermione is happy. If you can’t respect that, then there is no room for you in my life.” 

“You would cut me off for her?” 

Hermione couldn’t help the hurt she felt by Pansy’s statement. They had been getting along for several years, she had even considered the witch her friend. How can one bad night — one misunderstanding that didn’t even have anything to do with her — cause them to retreat to how they behaved in school? 

Draco pulled Hermione closer. “Yes. I would choose her over you. I would choose her over anyone, Pansy.” 

“You’ve known her for three months. That’s hardly enough time with someone to abandon your friends.”

Draco shook his head. “No, Pans. We’ve been officially dating for three months, yes. I’ve been in love with her for far longer. Did you know she is the reason I moved back to London?” 

Both Hermione’s and Pansy’s mouth dropped. Hermione knew this of course, but she wasn’t aware he was admitting it to other people. 

“You moved back to London for Granger? You didn’t even know her!” 

“Why do you keep saying that? I’ve known her for years. It took one dance at Theo’s wedding for me to know I wanted to be with her and I would have done anything to make it happen. Pans, I understand you’re protective of me, I get it. But I’m not yours to protect. I’m not your wizard nor have I been for a very long time. I know boundaries are difficult for you, but I need it to be very clear that Hermione is the only witch I belong to. This is your final warning. Back. Off.” Draco was holding Hermione’s hand so tight she was afraid he was going to break her fingers. She knew he was struggling — he wasn’t sure if he was losing one of his oldest friends or if they’d be able to move forward. She was astounded at how harsh he was being, and if she were being honest, she was more than a little turned on. 

Pansy pressed her lips into a thin line and nodded once. “Sorry, Granger.” She glanced at Neville and spun on her heels to disappear through the floo. 

Neville sighed heavily. “Sorry… I have to follow her. Give her some time, she’ll come around.” He waved goodbye to the group and left. 

Hermione pulled Draco into her arms and reached up for a searing kiss. “That was hotter than it should’ve been.” She murmured against his lips. 

Draco groaned. “Hermione, we have a flat full of people, you can’t kiss me like that right now.” 

She smirked at him before rolling her hips towards him. “Then we best finish entertaining our guests so we can get the real party started, shall we?” 

Much to Hermione’s amusement and Draco’s extreme displeasure, she managed to drag the party out late into the night. Their friends gathered in the living room where they all participated in light banter, quiet conversations, and more laughter than Hermione had experienced in a while. She looked around the room and smiled to herself as she observed the people she loved most around her: Harry and Theo sitting together, their hands laced though they were talking with others around them; Ginny and George, two who she wished she were closer with but she was happy they were here now; Blaise and Luna who looked like they might be getting cosy with each other. Her heart hurt briefly knowing they were missing some people; though she agreed with Draco’s stance with Pansy earlier, Hermione could still feel the loss of her’s and Neville’s presence. And Ron. She missed him. Before she started dating Draco, she saw Ron regularly. Maybe not as much as she did before they broke up, but she still considered him one of her best friends. She knew it was only natural to drift away from your childhood friends, especially when they were also your ex, but it still made her heart clench to think about not having Ron in her life. 

After the confrontation with Pansy, Hermione knew she would need to set similar boundaries with Ron if she ever wanted their friendship to survive. 

Eventually, their guests began trickling out, and Hermione worked on cleaning the kitchen while Draco locked the floo and picked up the living room. She hummed with contentment as Draco made his way to her and wrapped his arms around her waist from behind. 

“You did that on purpose.” He murmured, kissing her neck. 

“I was simply enjoying our friends, Draco. Did you not have a nice night?” She teased him back, gently pressing her backside against him and smirking at the groan he produced. 

“I did, witch. But I would have much preferred to spend my night with you in our bed, naked.” She still wasn’t used to calling his bed their bed now and every time she was reminded that she lived with this wonderful man, a shiver was sent cascading down her spine. 

His hand ran down the length of her sides, skimming underneath her jumper and grazing her bare skin. “Bend over.” He whispered, gently pressing her back down so she was leaning over the counter. 

She groaned as she felt her jeans and knickers vanish, leaving her naked from the waist down. She felt Draco’s hand tracing lines down her arse before settling on her hip. She laid her head down on the countertop, the cool stone a welcome reprieve from the fire the rest of her body was experiencing. 

Draco dropped to his knees and began a slow ascent with his mouth, starting at her lower thighs and ending at her lower back. She gasped when she felt his tongue between her legs, barely brushing her clit before moving to circle her entrance. 

“So wet for me, love.” His finger followed his tongue and he pushed inside, pumping lazily. 

“Don’t tease me.” She whimpered, reaching behind her to lift him up. He complied, though he didn’t remove his finger from inside her. 

“You don’t want to come before I fuck you?” He added a second finger, curving them slightly to hit the spot deep inside her that drove her crazy.

She shook her head against the stone. “I need you, now. Please, Draco.” 

She heard the sound of his belt being removed with his other hand and his trousers being pushed down and kicked away. Bare to her, he removed his hand to grip her hips and line himself up with her entrance. He pushed in slowly, allowing her a moment to adjust before he snapped his hips forward and filled her completely. 

“Fuck, Draco. Please. Please.” She whined, pushing her arse back, needing more. 

“I’ll get you there, baby. Be patient.” He snaked his hand around her front, finding her clit and drawing slow circles around it. She let out a strangled cry as he continued thrusting his cock into her while focusing on her clit. 

She would never get enough of this. Sex had always been something she enjoyed, but until she had sex with Draco for the first time, she never truly found bliss. Not only did he bring her to climax every time, usually more than once, he was so sweet and attentive afterward, leaving her no doubt that he loved and cared about her well-being. She would never want for another wizard; never find pleasure in another person like she did for Draco. 

“Fucking hell, Hermione. You need to come. Come for me baby, so I can fill you up.” His pace was punishing, and she felt her cunt start to flutter around his cock. 

“Draco, I’m going to come—“ she groaned as her orgasm hit her and she felt the flood of satisfaction roll through her body. Her eyes closed as her vision went black and her legs almost gave out, only being held up by Draco’s strong body behind her. 

“Yes, fuck, coming, fuck.” Draco spluttered as he crested, filling her cunt up with hot ropes of come. He continued fucking her through it, slowly coming to a stop once he was emptied. He leaned forward, planting kisses up her spine and stayed there until his softened cock slipped out of her. 

He reached down and pushed his spend that was trying to escape back inside her, relishing in the aftershocks her cunt provided him around his fingers. 

Hermione could feel her body start to shut down as Draco picked her up and apparated them to their bedroom. He placed her gently down onto the bed, muttering a spell to clean them both before climbing into bed next to her and pulling her close to his chest. 

“I love you, Hermione.” He murmured as he buried his head in her hair, his arm around her waist. 

Hermione hummed. “I love you too, Draco. Thank you.” 

“For what?” She could hear the slight amusement in his voice. 

“Just… being here. You’re everything I’ve always wanted.” Her eyes dropped closed as she felt her consciousness drifting away. 

“You’re my everything, too.” Was the last thing she heard before she succumbed to sleep. 

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December 17, 2005

Draco sat at a table in a local cafe, tucked away from other patrons, waiting for Pansy to arrive. They hadn’t spoken since their housewarming party and Draco knew it was time to clear the air. 

His friendship with Pansy had always been a little strange — they were close enough that their friends and parents assumed they’d end up together, but it only took one night together for them to realise they were unlikely to develop true romantic feelings for the other. Still, they were able to remain friends. And truly, Pansy was one of his best friends. She cared about him, sometimes more than he thought he deserved. 

After their showdown at their party, he and Hermione had a long discussion about how they would handle the relationship going forward. Hermione was clear that she wanted Pansy to remain in their lives and that she wasn’t going to let one disagreement get in the way of their tentative friendship. 

Draco was relieved. He didn’t want to lose Pansy, though he knew he was going to have to set some boundaries with her that she wasn’t used to with him. Hermione had confided in him that she was envious of the close bond he had with Pansy and while she didn’t want to come between them, she also wanted to make sure it was clear who Draco was in a relationship with. 

Draco didn’t mind. He was becoming incredibly possessive over Hermione, so he couldn’t be too hypocritical with her becoming possessive over him. 

They both admitted that Pansy was just looking out for Draco and though she may have been going about it the wrong way, she did have good intentions at heart. 

“Draco.” Pansy startled him out of his thoughts as she took the seat across from him. Her face was stoic, though he could see a slight hesitation underneath her mask. 

“Hi Pansy. Thanks for meeting me.” 

“Look Draco, I’m sorry, okay? I know it was none of my business. I just don’t want to see you get hurt.” 

Draco smiled at her. “I know, Pans. Hermione knows that too. We’re sorry too — and Hermione would love to talk to you and tell you that as well.” 

Pansy visibly deflated. “I’d like to see her, too. I don’t want her to think I don’t support you both, because I do. I think you’re good for each other.” 

“I’m happy to hear that. And I want you to know, we talked about that night and we both made mistakes and we worked them out together. Pans, I don’t want to lose your friendship. But there are some lines you can’t cross now that I’m in a relationship. I love her, Pans. She is always going to come first. But that doesn’t mean I don’t love you.” 

Pansy smiled sadly at him. “I think I’ve been so used to you being alone and being the only witch in your life, even if we’re just friends. Is she threatened by me? Because Neville is the only wizard for me, I can promise you both that.” 

He shook his head. “No, she’s not threatened in that way. She’s slightly uncomfortable with our closeness, but we’re working on it. She doesn’t want her insecurities to affect our friendship, but she wants to be honest with how she’s feeling. Nothing really has to change, as long as you realise Hermione is my priority, just like Neville is yours.” 

Pansy let out a breath and nodded. “I know. I know. I’m really sorry Draco.” 

“Me too. Let’s put it behind us, yeah?” 

Pansy smiled gratefully, and tilted her head. “Yeah.” 

Feeling a weight lifted from his shoulders, Draco eased into lighter conversation while enjoying the company of one of his oldest friends. 

He’d meant what he said at their flat; if Pansy pushed too hard, he would choose Hermione. But it was a relief to know that Pansy was on their side and he wouldn’t be needing to make any difficult choices anytime soon. 

While Draco and Pansy were meeting up, Hermione was having her own possibly painful conversation with an ex. Though she was still unimpressed with Ron’s behaviour when she saw him last, she knew they needed to have a discussion in order to move forward. Part of Hermione wanted to wait for Ron to reach out to her first, but deep down she knew she’d likely be waiting a very long time.

So she swallowed her pride and asked him to come over while Draco was out. She was anxiously awaiting his arrival, doing her best to not chew on her nails in the meantime. 

Just a few minutes past 3, the floo roared to life and out stepped Ronald Weasley. With hands shoved in his pockets, he stared at her for a moment and they waited in the silence between them. 

“Ron. Thank you for coming.” Hermione’s voice was tight, though she tried not to show her emotions right away. 

Ron sighed and nodded once. “Hey, Hermione. Nice, uh, place.” He followed Hermione’s gesture to sit near her on the couch. 

“Listen I—“

“Ron—“

They laughed quietly as they tried to talk over one another. Hermione waved to Ron to go first. 

“I’m sorry with how I reacted at the pub. I won’t lie and say I’m happy about you dating Malfoy. But… I still shouldn’t have spoken to you or him the way I did. We aren’t mates, but I’ve seen him socially around enough since Harry’s wedding that I should have been able to control my behaviour. Look, I trust you. And if you say you love Malfoy, then that’s all that should have mattered.” Ron gave her a sheepish smile and averted his gaze. 

Hermione was stunned. She had not expected Ron to apologise first, or even apologise at all. In the past, their friendship had always been rather one sided. He had a tendency to get angry at Hermione for the silliest reasons and he was usually too thick-headed to say he was sorry — opting to just act like everything was fine when he decided he was done being upset. She was pleased and rather relieved to know he had matured since their school days. 

“Ron, you can’t know how happy I am to hear that. I am happy and I think… I know Draco is it for me. And I really appreciate your support in that. And listen… Harry told me you might still have some feelings for me. I think we should talk about that, if you please.” Hermione bit her lip, nervous for his reaction to her words. She had thought about it over and over and realised they would need to get everything out in the open in order to move forward. 

Ron sighed. “Yeah… I don’t know. I thought I still had feelings for you but… These past couple of months I’ve really been thinking about it, and I think I’m truly over you now. I think I was hanging on to the idea of us and as soon as it was clear that was over, it was easier to really close that chapter, you know? I’m sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable ever. You’re one of my best friends, and even if we aren’t as close as we once were, I would still like to remain friends.” 

Hermione smiled at him as she let out a breath of relief. “I’m not — uncomfortable that is. And I want to remain friends too. I want you to be happy! So I’m pleased to hear you are ready to completely move on. I hated to think you’ve been waiting for me all these years, missing out on happiness… oh Ron, I hope you don’t think I’ve led you on. I haven’t, have I?” 

He shook his head adamantly. “No. You haven’t. It was in my head — you’ve done nothing wrong.” 

“Good. Now… I should say… obviously Draco is not the most comfortable with our friendship though he has no intention of coming between us. I don’t expect you two to be friends, but I do ask that you respect his role as my partner and understand that he will always come first. In turn, he understands you will be apart of my life as my friend. If we can all agree on that, then I think we’ll be okay.” 

Ron nodded, a shy smile forming on his face. “I don’t know if I’ll ever totally understand it, but I promise I will respect it. And… I’ll talk to Malfoy next time I see him. Let him know where I stand. I’m not going to get in his way.” 

Hermione scooted closer to him and opened her arms up. “May I?” She asked, and after receiving a nod she closed her arms around him. “Thank you, Ron. This means the world to me.” 

Ron kissed her forehead and squeezed her back. “Anything for you, Hermione.” 

Hermione didn’t know exactly what the future held for her and Draco, but she knew with the support of their friends and family, they were going to be okay. 

December 21, 2005

“I want to take you on a date.” Draco announced as he and Hermione were sitting down for dinner. After their successful conversations with their respective friends, Draco was convinced more than ever that they were ready to take their relationship public to the rest of the world. Telling their friends and Draco’s mother was the first step, but they had still managed to avoid the general public finding out. 

They had informed HR at work before they moved in together and several of their coworkers knew, but miraculously the press still hadn’t gotten wind of it. Draco didn’t exactly relish the idea of being in the spotlight again, but he knew it was only a matter of time and he wanted to control the narrative. 

“Sure, what’d you have in mind?” Hermione asked absentmindedly. 

“Well… I want to take you to a restaurant in Diagon Alley.” He let the words linger, hoping she would understand the significance. 

Hermione looked up, mouth slightly parted. “You mean… you know it would be reported on almost immediately, right?” 

Draco grinned and nodded. “Yes. In fact… I’d like to put out a statement. A courtship announcement, if you will. My mother has been bugging me about it for a while now and… I know it’s a pretentious pureblood custom, but I think it would be smart of us to get in front of the rumours rather than allow them to run rampant. And with a courtship announcement, we can control what is said to hopefully minimise the backlash. What do you think?” 

Hermione chewed on her bottom lip, sitting back in her seat. “Well… I suppose… I suppose you did give me courtship jewellery already… oh but Draco, won’t people think we’re engaged?” 

“No. A courtship announcement is usually followed by a betrothal contract and then an engagement. We can skip that middle part, it’s not really necessary in our case. The betrothal is just the promise to eventually get engaged and the announcement that a contract is being worked on. Since we won’t need a contract, we don’t need that step and can just go straight to an engagement.” 

Draco, completely unaware of the bombshell he just dropped, furrowed his brows in confusion at Hermione’s dropped jaw. “What?” 

Hermione shook herself out of it. “Did you just… are you pre-proposing to me?” 

Draco’s ears turned pink and he moved his hand to rub the back of his neck. “Fuck. I didn’t mean to assume… what I mean is, eventually… that is…” Draco had been thinking more and more about visiting the vaults for a ring. The timing of it all stopped him — he had to remind himself they had been together a mere four months and while it might be usual to get engaged that quickly in his world, it generally was frowned upon in Hermione’s. 

Hermione closed her hand over his, hushing his inner thoughts. “Draco. I’m not… I’m not opposed to that. Eventually. If… if that’s what you wanted, anyway.” She smiled shyly, her thumb tracing circles over on his palm. 

“I.. I do. More than you probably know. I don’t want to scare you off by coming on too strong or doing anything too soon… but you should know, it’s been on my mind.” One thing that had been established early on in their relationship is being open with each other and having clear lines of communication. While he would still keep the depths of his feelings to himself regarding this subject, he had no issues cluing her in on where his thoughts were. 

Hermione hummed for a moment before responding. “I think… much like the rest of our relationship, we don’t owe anything to anyone else. I don’t care about anyone’s expectations or feelings as long as we are respecting and caring for each other. I’m not… I’m not saying we should get engaged tomorrow or anything, but I’m also not saying I need years with you to know you’re what I want for the rest of my life. I don’t need years, or months even. I know that now and I’m not afraid to tell you that I know you’re the one for me.” She leaned over and kissed him softly, resting her forehead against his. “And if it wasn’t obvious, I would love to go on a date with you and I’m okay with announcing our relationship.” 

Draco’s heart soared. His mind was whirring with ideas on how and when to propose to her, knowing that he wouldn’t be able to control himself for much longer, especially now that he knew Hermione was on the same page. He wouldn’t rush it so planning for before the end of the year was out of the question. Perhaps early Spring? Should he wait until Summer? 

He had some planning to do. 

For now, he smiled at his girlfriend and kissed her again. “I’ll arrange the announcement. As for our date… Friday? The announcement will come out Friday morning, if I’m able to get everything done in time.” 

Hermione brushed her nose against his, laughing quietly. “Yes, Friday seems perfect.” 

December 23, 2005 

War Heroine Hermione Granger to be courted by Draco Malfoy 

In a shocking revelation, The Daily Prophet has received the following statement released from Narcissa Malfoy on behalf of her son Draco Malfoy: 

“We are delighted to announce Draco’s courtship with Miss Hermione Granger. They have been quietly courting for several months and their relationship has progressed beautifully. I will be happy to welcome Miss Granger into the Malfoy family when the time comes.” 

Mr. Malfoy and Miss Granger became reacquainted well over a year ago when Mr. Malfoy transferred to St. Mungo’s as a respected Healer in the Potion and Plant Poisoning Ward. Our sources state they began dating in secret back in August and they were reported to have been seen together in late October, though their relationship was unclear at the time. 

Time will tell if our star-crossed lovers will have their fairy tale ending. 

Stay tuned. 

Draco and Hermione entered the upscale French restaurant hidden in Diagon Alley after apparating in a few moments earlier. There were no cameras flashing at the entrance, but Draco was sure before the end of the night they’d be photographed and their relationship will be solidified for the public’s knowledge. 

Narcissa had been overjoyed when Draco informed her she was now allowed to announce their courtship — Draco was fairly certain she was going to begin planning their wedding any day now. 

Owls had been arriving all day — mostly congratulations and well wishes from their friends who already knew, though there were a few… less than pleasant missives they immediately burned and tried to forget. 

So far, no one they truly cared about had objected in any meaningful way. Hermione had received a chilly response from Molly Weasley, though she wasn’t too put out — it had been a while since she had seen the older witch and Hermione no longer considered her family. 

Still, Draco was on guard. He knew there was the likelihood that someone would be less than thrilled over their coupling, and he was paying close attention to their surroundings to ensure Hermione was kept safe. 

They were shown to a private table near the back of the restaurant, though their jaunt there was met with staring eyes and whispered voices. Draco smiled to himself at the raised brows of the stuffy pureblood witches and wizards whose eyes widened at Draco’s hand intertwined with Hermione’s. He held on tighter, just for good measure. 

Draco kept a close eye on his witch as they ordered their food and sipped their wine. He watched her eyes sparkle when she laughed at something he said. Observed her curls falling from her pinned back hair, her hand tucking them behind her ear every few minutes. He let the hustle and bustle of the restaurant around them fade into the background, ignoring everything and everyone except for the witch in front of him. 

As they finished their dessert, Draco couldn’t help but feel a sense of peace — finally, he was where he was supposed to be: unapologetically in love with the girl of his dreams who miraculously loved him back. He had a lot of regrets in life, but he was finding it harder to hold onto them knowing that every decision, every choice he ever made, has led him to the arms of Hermione Granger. 

“I love you.” He said suddenly, cutting Hermione’s words off. The burning desire to reaffirm to her how much she meant to him was gnawing in his soul. “Sorry — I just, fuck I love you so much Hermione. I just need you to know that darling.” He reached for her hand and brought it to his lips, pouring his love into the kiss. 

Hermione’s eyes softened as she smiled back at him. “I love you too, Draco. I’m so happy we found each other, even after everything we’ve been through.” 

They stood and came together, lips crashing into each other, completely unbothered by the curious gazes of the other patrons. Draco smiled into her mouth, moving his down her jaw and peppering kisses down her neck. He laced their fingers together and pulled her close. 

“Let’s go home, love.” He led her through the restaurant and out into the cool evening air. Wrapping his arm around her for warmth, he walked them to the apparition point. He tilted his forehead against hers, covering her mouth with his own as the world faded away and they rematerialised in their living room. 

He grabbed her hand and took her into the bedroom, where he proceed to strip her naked and prove just how much he loved her, over and over and over again. 

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February 17, 2006

Hermione leaned back in her chair, taking in the quiet that was her office after a long day at work. She was in the thick of a patient case right now — someone had presented with severe memory loss and the only thing other Healers were able to confirm was that it was not a result of Obliviate. Hermione had been assigned the case and was spending long hours at the hospital working through it. 

Any case involving memory loss was one Hermione took seriously and personally after her own parent’s case. She would be lying to herself if she didn’t admit that she still harboured some hope that one day, she’d be able to recover their memories. Every memory case she worked gave her more experience and she hoped that experience would accumulate into a solution down the line. 

She was actually thinking about pulling Draco in. Because she could confirm this wasn’t an Obliviate case, her next theory was some type of potion that may have caused the memory loss — which while she was adept at potions, obviously it was Draco’s expertise. It had been a long time since she collaborated with her boyfriend and she found herself excited thinking about it. 

She pulled out a piece of parchment and a muggle pen and sent off a memo to both hers and Draco’s superiors. Due to their relationship, they’d need additional permission to work together officially. 

With that done, she decided it was time to wrap it up for the day. She summoned her cloak and beaded bag and exited her office, locking it behind her. She checked her watch — it was just after 6pm, so Draco would likely still be in. Hermione quickly made her way to the lift where she rode it to Draco’s floor. 

The past couple of months had moved quickly for the couple. After spending their first holiday season together, Hermione and Draco were more in love than ever. Hermione was half-expecting Draco to propose before the end of last year, though she wasn’t necessarily disappointed when he didn’t. She had a feeling it would happen sometime this year. 

Though neither were trying to rush their relationship, it did sometimes feel like they were on a fast track. However, all Hermione had ever wanted was a family — and she was thrilled her dreams seemed to be coming true. 

As she walked, she absentmindedly played with the charm bracelet Draco had gifted her for Valentine’s Day. Thinking of their night a few days before had her blushing to herself. 

When she reached his office, she stopped in her tracks when she saw that he wasn’t alone. In his office was a tall, blonde witch — who was leaning just a bit too close for her comfort level. She narrowed her eyes. She fully trusted her boyfriend and in no way did she believe he would ever stray — but she knew he was extremely attractive and witches still liked to flirt with him even after finding out he was unavailable. Both to her amusement and her horror, witches seemed to find him even more attractive after their courtship announcement. For some reason, they seemed to take it as a challenge to snag his attention before a more official engagement occurs. 

She heard Draco laugh and decided it was time to announce her presence. Knocking on the door frame, she cleared her throat. 

Draco looked over and smiled brightly, bypassing the blonde and moving toward Hermione. He kissed her cheek. “Hey, love. Are you ready to go home?” 

Whatever tension Hermione was holding was released — she was silly for feeling jealous for even a moment. “Yes, I was headed out and wanted to see if you were ready as well.” 

He nodded, summoning his own cloak. “Yes, Astoria had just stopped by. Astoria, this is my girlfriend, Hermione Granger. Hermione, this is Astoria Greengrass.” He stepped to the side to allow Hermione to reach her hand out to the witch. 

Hermione felt herself relax even further — she remembered Draco telling her about the potential contract between him and Astoria after the war and how neither of them wanted it. 

“Hi Astoria, it’s nice to meet you.” She smiled at her before tucking herself into Draco’s side. 

Astoria tilted her head, assessing Hermione. “Hello Hermione. I’ve been looking forward to meeting you.” 

Her tone of voice left Hermione uneasy — why would Astoria Greengrass have any interest in her? And… why did it seem like she and Draco were close? She had been with Draco almost six months now, and not once had mentioned speaking with her. In fact, she’s fairly certain he specifically said he hadn’t talked to her in years… 

Hermione shook her head. She was getting ahead of herself. Why was she feeling insecure today? 

“Oh? Well…” Hermione didn’t know how to respond. 

Draco cleared his throat. “Right. We should get going darling.” He snaked his arm around Hermione’s waist before kissing her temple. 

Astoria smiled at the couple and exited Draco’s office ahead of them. “I’ll see you Monday, Draco. Nice to meet you, Hermione.” 

Hermione’s brows knit together in confusion, but she tried to brush the thoughts aside for later. 

A few hours after they got home and had dinner, Hermione couldn’t help herself. 

“Why were you meeting with Astoria Greengrass and why will she see you on Monday?” They were sitting together on the couch as they usually do at night. Draco was reading a novel while Hermione was going over some case files for work. 

Draco chuckled before setting his book down. “I wondered if you were going to say anything.” He lifted her legs up and over his lap, taking her foot in his hands and beginning to massage. “Astoria has a blood curse that was triggered when she got pregnant. I’m helping her manage the potions she needs to make it to term.” 

Hermione felt a bit sheepish. “Oh. What’s her prognosis?” 

Draco pushed his thumbs into her arch, eliciting a groan from her. “Not good. She most likely won’t make it through delivery. But without the potions, she’d probably succumb to the curse well before.” 

Hermione’s jaw dropped. “Oh my gods… why… I mean… was the pregnancy.. intentional?” Hermione winced at the implication, but was too curious for her own good. Her mind was whirring with ideas on how she could possibly help… 

He nodded once. “Yes. She got married a few years ago to Adrian Pucey and though he would have preferred no children to losing her… she was insistent. I guess the curse would’ve claimed her eventually anyway, pregnancy just sped it up.” 

“Wow. Did… did you know about that when you were in betrothal talks with her?” 

Draco shook his head and sighed. “No. My father never would’ve never contemplated a contract with her if he knew. And when I dissolved the contract, I didn’t care about details.” 

Hermione let her head fall back and her eyes close. “I’m sorry.” 

“What for?” 

“I… was momentarily jealous. And was suspicious that she was meeting with you. I clearly was having a lapse in judgment and I’m sorry for doubting you even for a second.” Hermione’s voice cracked and she winced.

She heard Draco’s heavy sigh before he squeezed her foot. “Do you think I would cheat on you, Hermione?” 

She sat up and scooted down the couch until she was close enough to swing her leg over his lap and straddle him. “No. I don’t. So I don’t know why those thoughts crossed my mind. I was feeling a bit insecure — I don’t know why. Will you forgive me?” She leaned her forehead against his and wrapped her arms around his neck. 

Draco brushed his lips to hers. “Of course I do, love. It’s normal to feel like that I think. As long as you don’t actually believe anything could ever happen. I love you, Hermione. You’re the only witch for me.” 

“I know. I love you too, Draco.” 

“Let’s go to bed. I’ll prove to you that you’re the only one I’m thinking about.” He moved his lips down her jaw and neckline, his tongue poking out and dragging along. 

Hermione groaned. “You don’t have to prove anything, Draco. It was my own stupid brain making me think things I shouldn’t. You didn’t do anything.” 

He hummed against her skin as he stood up, taking her with him. She felt his mouth close over hers as he began walking up the stairs to their bedroom. Her eyes stayed closed as she explored his mouth with her tongue — her brain was turning off and any lingering tension she felt from the day was melting away. 

He dropped her on their bed and covered her, dragging his lips down her front as he shed her clothes. When his tongue flicked across her clit, she sucked in a sharp breath, threading her fingers through his hair. 

“Fuck, this cunt is mine, Hermione. Every part of you is mine.” He dipped his tongue inside her and spoke with every thrust. “Only.” Thrust. “I.” Thrust. “Get.” Thrust. “To.” Thrust. “Call.” Thrust. “You.” Thrust. “Mine.” 

She let her head fall against the bed and her fingers dug into the duvet, desperately trying to find purchase as she was repeatedly taken to the edge of nirvana. 

“Draco—“ she pleaded, lifting her hips to meet his filthy mouth. 

“Come for me, Hermione. Come for me, now.” 

With no choice but to obey, her body tensed briefly before releasing. She felt the orgasm crash over her and her thighs snapped shut on either side of Draco’s head, only for him to push them open again as his tongue brought her over the edge once again. 

He wasted no time after her second orgasm subsided in sheathing himself completely, his hips snapping forward as she continued to ride out of the waves of her pleasure. 

“This cock belongs to you. No one else. No one else will ever touch me again, Hermione. Only you. Only. Ever. You.” Draco fucked her like it was his sole purpose on Earth. He gripped her thigh, pulling it up and around his waist so he could reach deeper inside her, leaning forward at the same time so he could capture her lips again. 

“I love you. I love you. I love you.” Words of devotion and love continued to spill from his lips until his own release began, triggering her third orgasm of the night. Tears spilled down her cheeks and Draco caught them with his lips, kissing them away as they both came down from their high. 

When he softened, he gently slipped out of her and laid down next to her — pulling her in close as he brushed his lips against hers. 

“I’m in love with you, Hermione Granger. Don’t ever doubt that, don’t ever forget that.” 

Hermione sighed contentedly as she leaned in to kiss him. “I’m so in love with you, Draco. I’m yours. You’re mine. I won’t forget that again.” 

They fell asleep wrapped in each other’s arms, a smile ghosting Hermione’s face. 

March 28, 2006

Draco knew he was coming home to a frustrated Hermione at best, an angry one at worst. Over the past month that he’d been working with Astoria, he’d hardly seen his witch and really only came home to sleep. He’d lost count of the dinners he’d missed and the nights he returned home after Hermione had already gone to sleep. He missed her — Merlin, he missed her. 

He knew Hermione would never say anything — she’d been in similar circumstances in the past as well, though not since they got together. In fact, he knew she had tried very hard to be home at reasonable times now that she had someone to come home to. 

He only wished he could return the favour. Astoria was entering her second trimester and he was determined to get her through this pregnancy — and unless he had a breakthrough in his research, it was going to be a long six more months. 

Draco was certain that Hermione would understand and stay by his side regardless, but his guilt was creeping in anyway. He could see the little changes — the little moments of resentment in her behaviour that she might not even realise were occurring. The way she pulled away from him too soon when he said his brief goodbyes in the morning — he’d been leaving almost an hour earlier than her most days so they no longer went in together. The way she stopped leaving dinners waiting for him. They generally split household chores fairly evenly, but cooking had fallen on her shoulders since this case consumed his life. 

It’d been weeks since they had sex. With him arriving home late and leaving sometimes before she was even out of bed, they’d had no time together. He spent weekends at the hospital in his lab, hunched over his cauldron and books as he experimented and brewed. 

He could feel her pulling away. She wouldn’t leave him, he was confident in that, but he could feel her walls coming back up — she was becoming guarded again. 

And Draco couldn’t blame her. He was failing her — failing their relationship. He didn’t know how to balance his need to help Astoria and his need to spend time at home with the witch he loved. 

When Hermione had shared her brief insecurity about Astoria, Draco almost laughed out loud. He had never felt anything for Astoria and didn’t plan on starting now — but even he knew that the most secure witch in the world might start to be upset when her wizard spent the majority of his time with someone else. 

For the most part, Draco is able to work on Astoria’s treatment plan without her present. But, the potions he’s giving her need professional supervision — so he’s forced to spend a couple of hours each day with her while monitoring her progress. He works in tandem with Astoria’s primary Healer for her pregnancy, but usually it’s just the two of them.

They didn’t always talk — sometimes Astoria would flip through a magazine while Draco worked in silence. When they did converse, they kept it light and friendly — very surface level. But still, Draco couldn’t help the pang he felt knowing he was having more conversation with Astoria than his own girlfriend. 

Tonight, he had promised he’d be home no later than eight. They didn’t have anything special planned, but Hermione casually mentioned she was hoping to have dinner together, and Draco took the hint — but then he got caught up in brewing and lost track of time. By the time he realised, it was well past ten. 

He knew it was early enough that Hermione would likely be awake, but he also knew she wouldn’t be happy with him. They hadn’t argued about his hours yet, but Draco knew it was just a matter of time. 

When he stepped into the living room from the floo, he was mildly surprised to see it dark and quiet. He sighed to himself before chucking off his coat and shoes. Hermione was in bed — earlier than normal. Her not being in the living room was a message in itself. His eyes flicked to the kitchen, saw there was no meal waiting for him. 

He fucked up. He didn’t blame Hermione for being upset — but he also didn’t know how to solve this problem. He wasn’t technically doing anything wrong — he was doing his job and he happened to be very dedicated to his craft. He was helping a… friend survive. It was easy to justify his long hours when faced with the reality of Astoria’s illness. But still… he knew if the situation was reversed, he too would be feeling the whispers of neglect. 

He quietly made his way to their bedroom and heard the whispered “Nox” before he opened the door to darkness. He could make out the Hermione shaped lump on their bed — and his heart hurt to see her body as close to the edge as possible, or as far away from him as she could be. 

Waving his hand, he vanished his clothes and slid into the covers. He reached for her, his hand grazing her hair. “Hermione?” He whispered. He knew she was awake, but wasn’t sure if she’d be willing to talk to him. “I’m sorry, love. I know I’m late again. I…” He didn’t have an excuse. At least not one he hadn’t already used a hundred times. It wouldn’t change the fact that he said he’d be home and he wasn’t. 

“It’s fine.” Her voice was clipped, the hurt evident and plenty. 

“It’s not fine. I said I’d be home and I wasn’t. Please look at me, Hermione. Please.” His hand moved down her side to her hip, gripping it. 

He heard her sniffle and he closed his eyes, biting back his own tears. Gods, he was making her cry. What was wrong with him? 

“No. I’m going to sleep, Draco. I’ll see you in the morning. Well, actually I probably won’t. I don’t actually know when I’ll see you next. So just — goodnight.” The finality in her tone was difficult for him to swallow. He knew she wasn’t being cruel — just honest — but it felt all the same. His chest felt hollow, like she was carving herself out of his heart and leaving behind a space that he’d never be able to fill. 

It was dramatic, maybe, to feel as though he was going to lose her because of this. He knew her integrity, her work ethic; he knew that on a rational level, she understood and supported his efforts. But he also knew she was only human — and any human would start to feel neglected after a month of bare minimum contact from their significant other. 

He sighed again. There wasn’t any point in continuing to push her tonight. When her mind was made up, there was little anyone could do to convince her otherwise. He got close enough to her so he could press a kiss to her hair. 

“I love you, Hermione. I’m sorry.” He whispered against her ear. He felt her tense and only saw her body relax when he was safely on his own side of the bed. 

He settled himself, accepting it was going to be a long night with little rest to be had. 

Hermione was trying her best. She didn’t resent Draco for his commitment to Astoria Greengrass’ case — she didn’t — but her patience was wearing thin. She no longer had any bouts of jealousy of the other witch, but still felt uneasy about the amount of time Draco was spending with her. She tried to stay rational — after all, he was working, it wasn’t like they were socialising together. And had his hours stayed the same and he wasn’t falling into bed well past eleven most nights, Hermione probably wouldn’t have minded the case too much. In all likelihood, the case likely wouldn’t have registered — just like all of his other cases that he dealt with on a daily basis. 

But now that Astoria’s case had completely taken over Draco’s life… well, Hermione wasn’t perfect. So perhaps she held a little resentment for Draco. Only because in the past five weeks, she’s maybe spent two hours with him in total. She missed him. She missed her boyfriend, her partner, her other half. 

She didn’t know how to handle these feelings so when she woke the next morning, well after Draco had already left — the prat didn’t even try to wake her up — she decided to take a sick day. Not once in her entire career had Hermione called out from work, but today she knew she needed it. 

Shortly after lunchtime, she almost jumped out of her skin when the floo activated and Draco stepped out. 

“Hermione? Are you okay? They said you called in — are you ill? What’s wrong?” He rushed toward her, dropping to his knees as he quickly examined her. 

She pushed him away as she sat up and sank deeper into the couch. “I’m fine, Draco. Go back to work.” 

He furrowed his brows. “Why did you skip work, love? That’s not like you.” 

She snorted. “Honestly, how do you even know? You haven’t visited my office in over a month.” 

Shame filled his face and Hermione almost apologised. But she didn’t. 

“Baby, I know things aren’t good right now. I came to find you to see if you wanted to have lunch. When you weren’t there, I asked around until someone told me where you were. Love, please talk to me.” His eyes were glassy, full of desperation and regret. It took everything in her not to roll her own — she was finding holding onto her frustration and anger was easier than dealing with more vulnerable emotions. 

“We can talk when you have time, Draco. If that’s in six months, then we’ll talk then. I’m not going to beg you for attention. I’m not going to beg you for love. If you have nothing to give right now, then I’m not going to take.” She went to stand, trying to side step him, when he caught her wrist and pulled her back down. 

“Hermione — love, are you… are you breaking up with me?” Fear washed over him and she longed to hold him in her arms, to soothe the pain she knew they were both in. 

She shook her head. “No. Not yet, anyway. I’m trying to be patient, Draco. I know what you’re trying to do, what kind of pressure you’re under. I’m not asking you for much because I know you need to give everything to Astoria right now. I’m here. I’ll be here. I can’t ask you to balance your priorities better or learn time management skills. I’m not going to mother you — I’m not going to threaten you with losing me or spend what little time we have together arguing.” She took a deep breath. “But I’m also not going to give you any more of me. You.. you already have enough of me to completely obliterate my heart. And if I continue to give you pieces of me, then I won’t recover if this doesn’t turn around.” She removed his hands from her body and stood up, putting several feet between them. 

“I’m not saying this to hurt you. I need a little… space. Ironic, right? Since that’s all you’ve been giving me. But I need to be able to come home at night and not be filled with this silence. I’m… going to stay with Harry and Theo for a few nights. Just… not to punish you. I’ve been alone for so many nights now, I just need to spend some time not alone.” 

He stood in front of her, clenching his fists at his side to stop himself from reaching for her. He was letting his tears fall freely, and she felt her own spilling down her cheeks. She hadn’t meant to say she was leaving — but she knew in her heart it felt right. She wasn’t leaving him, but she needed to leave the situation. She didn’t know if she could stand coming home to another quiet space again. 

“Hermione..” He croaked. “Please don’t… don’t leave me. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I’ll do better…” He dropped to his knees, shuffling closer to her until he was able to wrap his arms around her centre. “Please don’t go..” 

She closed her eyes, lifting her hand to run through his hair. “I’m not leaving you, Draco. I love you. I just need to be somewhere else right now. Focus on your work — I’ll be back by Sunday, at the latest. That gives you some uninterrupted time where you don’t have to worry about me. We can talk when I get back.” 

She knew something would have to change in order for them to move forward. Unfortunately, she also knew Draco was going to have to be the one to make the change. He couldn’t sustain the pressure he was putting on himself anymore than their relationship could. 

While she wanted him to do everything he could for Astoria, she knew there were limits to what one person could accomplish — and she knew her stubborn boyfriend would burn himself out before admitting he either needed help or was in over his head. Had they spent any time together in the past several weeks, she would have been able to have these conversations with him much earlier — before she’d reach a breaking point. 

“Do you promise you’ll come back?” He whispered, his forehead leaning against the soft swell of her belly. 

“Yes. I’ll come back. Please… take care of yourself, Draco.” It wasn’t a breakup. It wasn’t a breakup. So why did it feel like a breakup? 

She managed to get him calm enough to go back to work, though she almost had to push him through the floo. She slowly walked back to their bedroom and waved her wand, packing her essentials for several nights. 

She putzed around the house for a few hours before gathering her courage and flooing to Harry’s. 

“Harry?” She called out when she arrived. “Theo?” 

The living room at Grimmauld place always brought her a strange sort of comfort. It was cleaner and lighter than it had been when they were children, but still held a nostalgic feeling that somehow felt like home. She couldn’t explain it — but she knew she’d find what she was looking for here. 

Harry popped into the living room from the kitchen. “Hermione? Hi! Is Draco with you? We were just sitting down for dinner, come join us.” 

She followed him to their dining room where Theo jumped up to kiss her cheek. “Hi darling, what are you doing here? Where’s Draco?” 

She sighed as she fell into a chair beside Theo. “He’s… look, can I stay here a few days?” She chewed her lip. She didn’t really feel like talking about it, though she knew she wouldn’t get away with that. 

Harry narrowed her eyes. “Of course, you’re always welcome here Hermione. But… what’s happened?” 

Theo raised a brow. “Do I need to have a little chat with Draco? Whatever happened, I’m sure it’s his fault and I’m firmly on your side.” 

Hermione huffed a laugh, her arms folding around her. “It’s… Draco’s been very, very busy on a case at work. I haven’t seen him in over a month, basically. He leaves before I wake up, comes home after I’m asleep. He doesn’t have time to meet during the day anymore. And I know I sound selfish and ridiculous. But it’s so quiet at home… I just couldn’t stand another night by myself.” 

They were both quiet as they listened to her and it wasn’t until she was finished that she realised she was crying — and then they were both at her side, holding her. 

“I knew he was working on Astoria’s case, but I didn’t know he was spending so much time on it. Have you two talked at all?” Theo asked.

She shook her head. “Not really. Today was the most we talked in weeks — and that was only because I called in sick and he happened to find out. He thinks I’m leaving him.” 

“Are you?” Harry asked, his face worried. 

“No. I don’t think so, anyway. It’s not really his fault, I mean, I’ve been known to lose track of time at work too… it’s not like he’s purposefully ignoring me or trying to hide. But at the same time… it isn’t okay. I know I’m worth more than he’s giving me right now. And he has to figure that out. I can’t figure that out for him.” 

Harry and Theo held her for what felt like hours. It was the most human contact she’d had in weeks and it wasn’t from her partner. Part of her thought she should feel lucky — she found someone just as dedicated to work as she was. He wasn’t cheating on her, he wasn’t ignoring her on purpose. But if she took away the emotional aspect of his work — if he were in any other field, she knew she wouldn’t be justifying his behaviour. She’s allowed the guilt she feels over Astoria’s situation to cloud her own emotional needs. Was an hour a day too much to ask from Draco? Thirty minutes? Merlin, at this point she would accept a single conversation. She craved his attention, his presence. 

It was hard for her to reconcile the fact that just seven months ago, she was alone on a daily basis. Draco wasn’t by her side except in a professional capacity, she didn’t have anyone to come home to, no one to kiss her goodnight. He had turned her world around in such a short period of time and she knew she wouldn’t be able to return to how her life was before. Before him. Before Draco.

After their conversation in December, Hermione had thought they’d be engaged by now. She wasn’t overly bothered that he hadn’t asked her yet — after all, they hadn’t been together that long. But she couldn’t help the little voice in her head that wondered why he would’ve mentioned it and then never spoke of it again. Not once had he hinted about it at all. 

She couldn’t help but wonder if the feelings of doubt were exacerbated by her intense need to settle down. Was this her fault? Logically, she knew it wasn’t. But she couldn’t help the spiral.

Long after Harry and Theo had coaxed her to the couch, she lay in between them, her head in Harry’s lap and feet in Theo’s. She felt safe, loved. Cared for in a way she was desperately missing. 

“Am I being too hard on him? Not fair? It’s just work, right? It’s not like he’s… Am I being unreasonable?” Hermione was trying to be cognisant about being too needy, too selfish. A woman’s life was on the line, for Merlin’s sake. A child’s. Surely they meant more than her own little feelings? 

“Stop that, Hermione.” Theo scolded. She was taken aback for a brief moment — Theo hardly spoke to her that way. “You are worth everything. I think it’s admirable what Draco is doing for Astoria, yes. But I don’t think anyone, including Astoria, expects him to kill himself over it or completely abandon his own family. He’s taking it too far and he needs to realise and fix that before it’s too late.” 

Family. Abandon. Did she feel abandoned? Was she his family? Was that why she was in so much pain? Did she finally find her family, only for it to be taken away almost as soon as she got it? 

“Oh gods… he.. he has abandoned me, hasn’t he? Maybe not intentionally. But, that’s what this feels like, isn’t it? Did you know, not once did he ever consider or ask if I could help him? I’m a fucking healer too — I might not be a curse breaker or a potions master, but he could have at any point requested I work with him in an official capacity and helped him. Did you know that right before he started this, I needed him on my own patient’s case and had put in the request for his assistance? I didn’t even hesitate. As soon as I realised I needed more than just my own expertise, he was the first person I wanted to work with. They had to deny my request because he told his supervisor he couldn’t focus on anything else. I’ve had to work with subpar healers because he didn’t have time to consult with me. And the worst part — had he requested I be on his team, I would’ve been able to hand off my current case load and completely focused on him and Astoria. But it never even occurred to him. He’s pushed me away and doesn’t even have the audacity to realise it.” 

Hermione was done feeling sorry for herself. She was Hermione Fucking Granger. She deserved better than this. She deserved more than this. She didn’t deserve to be left behind and forgotten by the person who swore to love her and support her and always be there. 

So no, she wouldn’t leave him. She loved him desperately. But she was done giving herself to him. If he wanted her, if he wanted to fix things between them, he would have to come to her. 

April 2, 2006

Draco wasn’t sure when Hermione would be home today, but he wasn’t going to miss her. So for the first time since he saw Astoria again, he was taking a day off. Or — he was working from home, that is. He couldn’t really take a day off. He woke up at dawn and spread his materials over the dining room table. Today, he’d work on research. He’d tasked one of his assistants with administering Astoria’s daily potion dose today and monitoring her. His only focus was Hermione — he had to prove to her he still cared about her, still loved her. 

When dinnertime rolled around and she still wasn’t home, Draco started to worry. She promised she’d come home…

The floo flared and Draco smiled brightly.. until he saw Theo stepping out unaccompanied. His face fell and he stood, crossing the room until he was in front of his friend. 

“Where’s Hermione?” He demanded. 

Theo pulled a rolled up piece of parchment from his pocket and handed it to her. “She’s not coming, mate.” 

Draco faltered. “But.. she promised. She promised she’d come home. She said she wasn’t leaving me. Theo, please. I need to see her. Can I come through? I need to talk to her, hold her. Please, Theo. Please.” His pleading turned desperate as bubbles of emotion clawed their way through his throat. 

Theo shook his head. “No. She… she can’t see you, mate. Not until you figure your shit out. She loves you, and she’s not leaving you, really. But… she’s not coming home. I’m here to pack for her.” He sidestepped Draco and left him standing there while he disappeared into their bedroom. 

Draco was frozen, unsure how to proceed. She wasn’t leaving him, but she wasn’t coming home. What did that mean? What did that mean for their relationship? How was he going to fix this? 

When Theo returned, Draco turned to him. “Theo, I can’t lose her. I can’t. She’s everything to me, everything. Nothing matters if I don’t have her.”

Theo cocked his head. “Would you take yourself off Astoria’s case?” 

Draco blanched. “What? No.” He didn’t hesitate — how could Theo ask him that? Of course he wouldn’t, of course—oh. 

“Exactly. She would never ask you to do that — she doesn’t want you to do that. But the fact that you wouldn’t to avoid losing her is everything she needs to know right now. She told us… why didn’t you ask her for help? You could’ve requested Hermione to be your partner on this and the hospital would’ve let you work together. You would’ve been together every day and hell, probably would’ve made more progress by now. But you never thought about her. Not once have you considered what your actions are doing to her. You’ve abandoned her, Draco. And she’s realising that now. Harry and I won’t let you hurt her anymore.” 

Draco’s already pale face went white. Theo was right. He could have asked Hermione for help. Why didn’t he? It never occurred to him to ask her. The crushing weight of his colossal fuckup was threatening to bury him. 

He looked up, his eyes were glassy and full of regret. “I don’t want to hurt her… I love her, Theo. I’m so in love with her, I can’t lose her..” His legs gave out and he fell to his knees. What the fuck had he done? How had been so blind, so preoccupied with work that he let the best thing that ever happened to him slip away?

Theo patted his shoulder. “Not all hope is lost, Draco. You have a chance to win her back. Use it wisely.” And with that, he disappeared through the floo. Against his better judgment, Draco tried to follow him — only to be denied access to Grimmauld Place. 

The parchment Theo had handed him earlier burned his hand. He shuffled to the couch and collapsed before carefully unrolling it. 

Draco,

I know I promised to be there today, and I’m sorry to be breaking that promise. I knew if I saw you, I would give in and then nothing would change and I’d be alone again.

I can’t go on like this.

I find what you’re doing for Astoria to be admirable, noble. Exactly what I would expect from you, from the man I love.

But right now, you can’t be Astoria’s healer and my partner. So I’m stepping aside, I’m making the choice for you.

This is not me leaving you. I am still yours. But right now.. you aren’t mine.

I need you to do me a favour. I need you to hold onto my necklace for me. If.. if we get to the point where you have figured things out, and we can be together again, then I’ll take it back from you.

I wish you all the luck in the world with Astoria’s case, I really do.

When you have time again, you know where to find me.

Until then. I love you.

Hermione

Draco clutched the necklace that had been wrapped tightly within the parchment. The necklace he’d given her on their second date. The necklace that showed the world she was taken, that she was his. The necklace that promised a future. 

A future that had been ripped away. 

He wasn’t an idiot. Her words might have said she wasn’t leaving him. But she did. She left him. And he didn’t blame her. How could he? She was right. He couldn’t be the partner she needed right now when his focus was solely elsewhere. 

But he felt a renewed sense of determination bursting in his chest. He wasn’t going to let her go quietly. He had no plans to let her go at all. Draco would get his witch back — or he’d die trying. 

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April 10, 2006

In the week since Hermione left… home, Draco had been busier than ever. And this time, not just with working Astoria’s case. While Draco fully believed he was the most qualified to work with Astoria, he knew now that he couldn’t — wouldn’t and shouldn’t — do it alone. 

The Monday after his heart shattered, he sent letters to healers around the continent requesting their consultations on Astoria’s condition. He should have done this to begin with — and he was struggling to accept the fact that he made everything more difficult by refusing to accept help from other experts. 

He met with the hospital board to request they bring on additional Healers to sub in for him while he tries to get back to a normal working schedule. 

He asked one of his colleagues — fellow Healer, Susan Bones — if she would be willing to step in as Astoria’s main contact. He had worked with Bones on other cases and knew she would be able to handle the dispensing and monitoring of Astoria’s daily potions. 

While he maintained what he said to Theo — he wasn’t currently willing to completely hand off Astoria’s case — he would concede that he had taken it too far, too personally. He needed to take a step back and he was willing to do that — not just for Hermione, but for himself too. He couldn’t remember the last time he had a full nights rest or three balanced meals in a single day. He was losing weight, had dark circles tattooed under his eyes, and his once shiny hair was now dull and oily from lack of proper washing. 

He worked with the hospitals potions team to hand off the brewing of some of the easier potions he makes for Astoria. Though he normally preferred to give his patients his own brews, he was confident other potioneers would be able to handle at least a few of the potions she has to take. 

He hit the hospital archives and brought in someone from their team who could assist in his research. 

Finally, he put in the official request for Hermione to join his team — to be his partner on this case. He wasn’t sure if she’d be willing to hear him out yet, or if she’d need more time, but he was going to try. 

Which all lead to the meeting he was about to have with Astoria. He wasn’t exactly looking forward to telling her he needed to take a step back — he knew she was fully relying on him to make it through her pregnancy. But he had to draw a boundary, and it had to be done now. 

She sat across from him, as poise as ever, her ankles crossed and her hands gracefully held together on her lap, simply waiting for him to talk. 

“Astoria, I’ve put together a team to assist me with your case. I will still be the lead Healer, but you will be working with others more often. For the most part, I will be working on the more advanced potions and research behind the scenes. A different Healer will be in charge of your daily potions and monitoring, though I’ll still be around if needed. These changes will be in effect immediately. Do you have any questions?” He tried to stay formal, detached, if only to avoid the emotional response he knew she was likely holding back. 

“So, the rumours are true?” She said, face blank. 

Draco stilled. “What rumours?” He hadn’t heard anything and there’d been no whispers about him or Hermione that he’d noticed…

“That you and Granger broke up.” There was an amused glint in her eye that he wasn’t a fan of. 

He furrowed his brow. “Ast—Miss. Greengrass. My personal life is not up for discussion here, though I can assure you whatever you’ve heard is unequivocally false. I simply have reached the conclusion your case is going to take more than just me in order to reach our goals.” 

He purposefully reverted to using her surname, hoping to put some distance between them. Before she approached him in February, he hadn’t heard from Astoria since the fallout of their betrothal contract. Back then, Astoria assured him she felt the same way and held no hard feelings. When she reached out again, he was genuinely happy to hear from her. He had always had a soft spot for her — he enjoyed her presence much more than that of her older sister Daphne. But his feelings had always been very platonic; he’d never harboured any crush or romantic notions toward her and he was fairly certain she felt the same. 

He almost broke down crying with her while she told him of her blood curse and the likelihood of her imminent death. He was horrified with what she was forced to endure and immediately he knew he’d do anything to help her. 

Still, he never intended to help her at the cost of his own relationship. He cared for Astoria in some way — the way you would a very distant acquaintance — but at the end of the day, he loved Hermione and he needed to do what was right for his witch. So he needed to do what he should have done in the first place — set boundaries with Astoria and establish a detached professional relationship. 

“Oh please, Draco. You don’t have to pretend with me. It was only a matter of time before your relationship broke down.” She smirked at him, crossing her arms and arching a brow. 

Draco decided enough was enough. “Miss. Greengrass. I agreed to help you because I believe you deserve the best chance at delivering a healthy child. I have worked day and night for the past two months to ensure you are able to make it to term. I’ve lost sleep, regular meals, and my personal life has been affected, though I maintain that’s none of your business. We are not friends, we never have been. I empathise with you and your husband, but I cannot solely be responsible for your wellbeing any longer. Like I said earlier, you will now have a team involved with your care. Healer Susan Bones has agreed to be your main point of contact going forward. I’ve worked with her for years and she is fully capable of administering your potions. She will contact you today to set up your daily appointments. Unless you have any questions, I have another meeting I need to get to.” 

Astoria flared her nostrils. “I don’t want another Healer, Draco. I want you. You are the only one I trust to get me through this.” 

Draco sighed and shook his head. How had he gotten here? He barely knew Astoria — she only reached out to him because she knew where he worked and his background. Other than their failed contract, they had nothing between them. Why was she being so persistent? 

“From now on, I ask you that you call me Healer Malfoy. Like I said, I will still be overseeing everything. I’m not giving up on you, Miss. Greengrass. But this is complex and needs more than just me working on it. I can’t spend 24/7 focused on your case for the next five months. It’s not sustainable and it’s not healthy — and it goes far beyond the binds of my oath. I will do everything in my power to help you, Miss. Greengrass. And putting together a team will help in the long run and give you the best chance.” Draco stood, indicating an end to the conversation. 

Astoria sat still for a moment before realising Draco wasn’t backing down. “Fine. Thank you, Healer Malfoy.” She sneered before turning on her heel and walking away.

For the first time in weeks, Draco felt the tension drain from his shoulders as he collapsed in his chair. 

Hermione wasn’t sure what Draco was playing at when the request from her supervisor came through. She had heard through the hospital grapevine that Draco had been contacting other departments, other Healers and requesting their assistance. She was curious, though she wasn’t sure if she was brave enough to reach out to him first. 

She wasn’t trying to punish him, Gods no. The opposite, really. She loved him too much, too fiercely to allow him to break down and lose himself in the complexities of a case that held severe consequences. She’d been there before — she’d taken cases personally and felt significant failures even if she wasn’t held responsible. 

But she didn’t know how to help him if he wouldn’t help himself. And if the only motivation he has was for her to walk away… well she had to, didn’t she? 

He was still her boyfriend. She was still his girlfriend. In no part of Hermione’s mind had they broken up and she hoped he felt the same way. They were simply taking some time apart while Draco got his life together. 

Since she left home, she’d been sick with regret. When she saw Draco that last day, she was hurt and confused and missing him so much that she lashed out. She thought she was doing the right thing when she didn’t come that Sunday — she thought letting him work without having to worry about making it home to her would be the best option. 

She knew she was wrong now. 

She knew how selfish she’d been. How unreasonable. How she’d made everything about her. She should’ve talked to him. Should’ve listened to what he had to say, told him how she was feeling. Part of her hoped Draco already knew she was feeling alone, but what if he didn’t? What if he didn’t know anything was truly wrong and he’s just thought she left him for no good reason? 

She wasn’t sleeping. She was barely eating. She only went to work because Harry and Theo made her. 

Sitting at her desk now, she stared at the memo she received from her supervisor, approving Draco’s request for Hermione to join his team for the duration of the case — Astoria’s pregnancy — and the details of the treatment plan, research, and what the current status of everything was. It was up to her to accept. 

Part of her wanted to say no. Why did it take her leaving for him to ask her for help? But then, why had she not offered her help to begin with? She knew that was because she hadn’t seen him so when could she had possibly offered assistance? 

She chewed on her cheek as she considered. It’d been two weeks since she’d seen him and Merlin, hadn’t she been stubborn enough? Maybe it was time to swallow her pride and approach her boyfriend like a godsdamn adult. 

Her legs making the decision for her, she stood and exited her office and began making her way through the hospital to Draco’s floor. Once she arrived she stopped outside his closed door and took a deep breath before knocking. 

“Come in,” she heard him say. She waited a single moment before pushing through the door. She watched him look up and freeze, his eyes widening as he quickly rose and rounded his desk, stopping inches before her. 

“Hermione,” he breathed. Instinctively, his hands reached out for her and only once he grazed her arm did he pull them back. “What are you doing here?” 

She closed her eyes a moment before holding up the memo she received. “I thought maybe we could talk.”

His eyes flicked to the parchment she was holding. “About work or about us?” He swallowed hard, his jaw clenching. 

Hermione felt the familiar pangs of regret and sadness filling her chest. “Both.” She whispered, keeping her eyes low. 

She longed to fall into his arms and feel them protectively around her. His scent which no longer lingered on the jumper she stole from him before she left now filled her nostrils and soothed her aching heart. Her fingers twitched at her side, wanting nothing more than to curl around his biceps or thread through his hair. 

He gestured to the chair in front of his desk and he pulled his own chair around so he could sit next to her. He leaned forward, bravely resting his hand on her knee. 

“What do you want to talk about, Hermione?” He whispered. 

She felt her eyes grow wet as she took her lip between her teeth. “To start, I’m sorry. I’ve been unfair to you, unfair to our relationship. I’ve been hiding from you and I didn’t give you us a chance to communicate before I ran to Harry and Theo. That’s not how a healthy relationship works and I’m sorry it’s taken me this long to stop being stubborn.” 

He laughed weakly. “You wouldn’t be the witch I fell in love with if you weren’t stubborn.” 

She smiled at him softly, shaking her head. “Stubborn or not, it wasn’t right. I should’ve been more understanding. More sympathetic. Merlin, Astoria’s dying and yet I made it all about me.”

“She’s not your patient. You don’t have to pretend to care about her or what happens. I know that as Healers, we have to practise a sort of detachment otherwise we’ll fall apart when we lose people. I forgot that. I let my previous feelings for Astoria get in the way of having an appropriate Healer-patient relationship.” 

Hermione grimaced at his statement. She wasn’t going to say anything, wasn’t going to comment and come off as even more insecure, but her wizard noticed. He noticed everything. 

“My very, very platonic feelings for her almost a decade ago, Hermione. We had no relationship then and we don’t have one now. We aren’t even friends. I obviously care about her living or dying, and Salazar knows I want to save her child, but I shouldn’t have agreed to take her case if I couldn’t stay impartial.” He tilted his head as his thumbs traced circles over her knee. 

“And there I go again, acting insecure over a fucking patient. A patient who’s dying. What is wrong with me, Draco? You don’t deserve this. Astoria doesn’t deserve this. This is why I left. Because you don’t need me distracting you.”

He shook his head. “You were right to leave. You woke me up. I would’ve burnt myself out if I didn’t pull back. You knew that. You would’ve told me that had I given you any chance to see me. I should’ve been there for you.”

Hermione closed her eyes as she nodded. “I’m not going to lie and say it’s okay how you’ve behaved because it isn’t. Incredibly important case or not, I’m still your partner and I didn’t deserve to be treated that way. I didn’t need much, Draco. Thirty minutes, an hour of your day. Just something so we could still be us. I don’t know if that makes me needy or clingy, but it’s the truth of what I need. I should’ve told you that instead of running away.” 

He was quiet for a moment before asking. “Why didn’t you come back? On Sunday? I understood your need to have a few days. I didn’t understand you not coming back. I know I’ve hurt you with my actions, but you hurt me too, Hermione.” 

She sucked in a breath. He was right, of course. But to hear him so plainly state that she had hurt him… she couldn’t hold back anymore. She choked out a sob. 

“I’m sorry. I thought I was… protecting myself I guess. So by hurting you, you couldn’t hurt me anymore… Gods I’m sorry. I should’ve come home.” 

She held her head in her hands as her body shook. When she felt his arms come around her, she let out a strangled cry and buried her face in his neck. 

“Shh, darling. It’s okay. We’re going to get through this. I’ve got you. I will always have you.” He murmured soothing whispers of love in her ear as she tried to calm herself. 

“I love you, Draco. I know we haven’t worked everything out, but I need you to know that.” 

Draco kissed her forehead. “I know, darling. I never doubted that. I love you too.” He rested his forehead against hers, his nose brushing hers. “Hermione, will you come home?” 

Hermione felt the relief flood through her and her body visibly sagged into his arms. “Please, yes. I want to come home.” She looked at him, eyes swimming with unshed tears. 

“Hermione…” he whispered, eyes searching hers. When she nodded, he finally pressed his lips to hers. It felt like coming home. It felt like their first kiss all over again. Except this time, Hermione knew without a doubt she would spend the rest of her life with this wizard. 

They stayed there, locked in each other’s embrace for what could have been minutes, hours. Draco continued to run his hands down Hermione’s back, through her hair. When it seemed like she could have fallen asleep in his arms, she felt his lips against her temple. 

“Let’s go home, baby. We can talk more there or we can talk more tomorrow. We have time.” 

Hermione lifted her head up. “Are you… sure? It’s so early still…” she wasn’t sure how long she’d been in Draco’s office, but knew it was just past three when she originally sought him out. 

He smiled at her, running a finger down her cheek. “I’m sure.” 

They stood, and for the first time in months, left the hospital together, hand-in-hand. 

Draco hadn’t felt this relaxed in weeks, months. He was lying on the couch, Hermione between his legs and her head resting against his chest. His arms circled her waist and his hand ran up and down her spine. The scent of her shampoo, the feel of her body next to his — nothing was better than this. 

They had been home for a couple of hours and had yet to speak, content to spend time together in silence. She curled into him, allowing him to hold her to make up for all the time they’ve wasted. 

When the disastrous meeting with Astoria ended earlier, Draco had fully accepted he’d be spending the night nursing a bottle of firewhiskey. He hadn’t expected Hermione to find him and like a balm to a wound, she healed his broken heart with her touch. 

He knew they needed to talk more, have a serious conversation about everything, but right now, he just wanted to bury himself in his witch. 

“Baby… do you want some dinner? Or a bath? Or we could just go to bed. But.. I need you, Hermione.” He whispered against her hair, breathing in deeply. He needed the connection with her, the reminder that she was his and she wasn’t going anywhere. He couldn’t remember the last time they made love and he needed to change that now. 

Hermione lifted up and pressed her lips to his. “Take me to bed, Draco. We can eat later.” Heat flared in her eyes and he knew she needed this just as much as he did. 

Without hesitation, he apparated them to their bedroom. He gently placed Hermione on their bed — while he generally preferred hard and fast, he needed gentle and slow tonight. He needed the reminder that his witch was home. 

He pulled his wand out of his back pocket and vanished their top layer of clothing, leaving both of them in their underwear. His eyes met hers as he dragged his lips up her leg, her hip, torso, and finally to her lips. 

“Hermione… I missed you, so much.” He whispered, his mouth never leaving hers. He trailed his kiss down her jaw, making his way to her neck where he left a mark with his lips. 

“Draco… I’ll never leave again. I’m sorry.” She whimpered and he could feel her rubbing her thighs together. 

“Shhh, it’s alright my love. You’re here now. I’ve got you now.” His hand dipped between her legs and ran down the edge of her knickers before slipping inside. His index finger glided through her, feeling her wet and ready for him. 

He could explore later. Right now, he needed to be inside his witch. 

He murmured the vanishing spell and felt the cool breeze as their remaining clothes disappeared. He locked eyes with her, needing to confirm with her that she wanted this, wanted him. 

“Make love to me, Draco.” She asked, her voice barely above a whisper. She trembled, and he could see tears in the corners of her eyes. He laced their fingers together as he captured her mouth again. He stole her moan as he pushed inside in one deep thrust. 

“Fuck” they said simultaneously. Draco chuckled and kissed her again as his hips began to move. 

There was no better feeling — nothing was as good as this moment, this singular moment where Draco felt nothing but love from the witch below him. It only hit him now how lonely the last few weeks had been — even before Hermione left, he only ever saw her while she was asleep. He had been pushing himself too hard and in doing so, he pushed away the best thing that had ever happened to him. 

As they reached their peak together, Draco couldn’t help the string of promises that fell from his lips. He vowed to do better, to be there for her, be the partner she needs and deserved. 

When they finished, Draco pulled Hermione into his arms and held her close. He rested his chin on her head and sighed contentedly. “We should still talk. But not tonight. Tonight, I’m going to hold you while we both get the sleep we desperately need. And then tomorrow, we’re calling in sick and spending the day together.” 

Hermione began to protest. “Draco, I can’t—“ 

“You can, and you will. We need this, Hermione. You have more than enough sick time and so do I. They will survive without us for one day.” 

“But… Astoria’s potions…” She looked unsure, as if she were afraid to burst their bubble by mentioning the case that got them here in the first place. 

“It’s been taken care of. I know you haven’t had a lot of reason to lately, but please trust me. I will tell you everything tomorrow.” Draco kissed her forehead. 

Hermione sighed and nodded. “Okay. I trust you, Draco. With my heart.” 

Shortly after they woke tangled in each other’s arms around dawn, Draco sent the memo to their departments that they wouldn’t be in today. They were both exhausted after waking up several times throughout the night to make love, and they had a long day of talking ahead of them. 

When Hermione woke again around nine, she stirred carefully as to not wake her sleeping boyfriend. She smiled as she watched him sleep — she had missed being able to do that. For so long, he had been going to sleep and getting up before she woke, so she hadn’t had a chance to watch him.

She couldn’t believe how yesterday went. When she decided to go to his office, she didn’t think they would reconcile so easily, so quickly. But she should have known better — when her and Draco actually talked, they communicated well and worked out their issues. By staying away as long as she had, she had only delayed the inevitable reunion. It hurt to think about how much time she wasted being stubborn. 

She padded into the bathroom to bathe, slipping on a comfortable pair of lounge pants and one of his old Quidditch jumpers once she was clean, and headed to their kitchen for a spot of breakfast.

Hermione was just about to sit down to eat when their floo activated and two very irate wizards stepped out. 

“HERMIONE JEAN GRANGER! DRACO LUCIUS MALFOY!” Harry shouted, stomping across the living room and toward the hallway. He stopped in his tracks when he noticed Hermione standing in the kitchen. Theo, who was silent but had a look that could kill, stalked in behind him. 

“Er. Hi Harry?” Hermione was now realising she neglected to inform her best friend that she would be going back home. And then she called in… oh Merlin, she was in trouble. 

“‘Hi Harry?’ That’s all you’ve got for me? We were worried sick about you!” He seethed. 

Hermione scoffed. “I don’t remember you trying to find me last night so you can’t have been that worried.” 

Theo rolled his eyes. “We knew exactly where you were. We floo’d in last night when we realised you hadn’t come home yet.” 

Hermione narrowed her eyes. “We were here all night, we would’ve heard the floo.”

At this, Theo snickered. “Yeah, we came right about when you did. So I don’t think you would’ve been paying attention to the floo.” 

Hermione’s cheeks burned. They usually remembered to close the floo, but clearly that was something they forgot last night. Living alone, they didn’t often feel the need for silencing charms. 

Ignoring Theo, Hermione turned to Harry. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you I wasn’t going to be at your house last night. I should’ve — thank you for looking out for me.” 

Harry deflated a bit and ran his hand through his hair. “It’s fine. I take it you two have made up?” 

“Yes. Well, I’ve agreed to come home at least. We still have a lot to talk about which is why we both took today off.” 

Theo raised his brows. “I’m surprised Draco was willing to miss a day.” 

“I was too. But he said it was taken care of and he’d tell me about it today.” She agreed. 

Both Harry and Theo looked wary still. She couldn’t blame them — they’d only heard her side of the story, and she hadn’t shared with them how she came to regret her reactions. 

“Look, I think both Draco and I have made mistakes. Yes, his hours and accidental neglect are a problem that we need to discuss, but me running away and not allowing a conversation wasn’t any better. I know both of you have listened to me and are on my side and while I appreciate that, I’m also at fault here.” Hermione let her chin rest in her hands, elbows propped on the counter. 

Theo sighed heavily and nodded. “You’re right. I’ve felt like a shit friend, to be honest. I wanted to be there for you, but at the same time, I should’ve been there for Draco. He was probably going through it.” 

“I was.” A voice floated into the room, Draco walked up behind Hermione, wrapping his arms around her centre. “But thank you for being there for Hermione when I couldn’t be.” 

Hermione’s heart lurched. This selfless, selfless man — he was hurting just as much as she was, and yet he was grateful that his own best friend supported her instead of him. She placed her hand on his and squeezed. 

“Hey mate,” Theo said cautiously. “We were just… checking on Hermione. She didn’t come home last night.” 

Draco raised a brow. “Actually, she did come home last night.” 

Theo waved him off. “You know what I mean. Anyway, we’ll get out of your hair. Hermione, we’ll gather your things and deliver them to you later.” 

Draco released her so she could say her goodbyes to Theo and Harry. 

Once they left, Hermione locked down the floo, not wanting anymore interruptions during what she was sure would be a lengthy, emotional conversation. 

She sat on the couch and gestured to him. “Shall we talk?” She asked, her voice a bit shaky. She was nervous. Why? She wasn’t sure. Well, she didn’t want to lose him and she was still somewhat fearful that it could be a possibility. 

Draco sat next to her, pulling her close so their thighs were touching and lacing their fingers together. 

“Okay first, in the interest of honesty and all, I should tell you that I had a meeting with Astoria yesterday and it… did not go well.” Draco winced. 

“What do you mean?” She furrowed her brow, unsure what the implication was. Surely he wasn’t giving Astoria’s case up completely… no, she didn’t think he would do that. 

“Apparently somehow, someone somewhere knew you and I were.. on the outs. That rumour made it to Astoria and I daresay she was pleased to learn we were allegedly broken up?” 

Hermione wrinkled her nose. Why would Astoria care about her Healer’s dating life? That was so inappropriate. 

Draco sighed again. “I got the feeling she didn’t like you — or moreso, the fact that I was dating you. She implied that you were.. beneath me.” 

Hermione stiffened, though she didn’t pull away. She knew it wasn’t Draco saying those things, he was just repeating what someone else said… 

“I informed her I would no longer be her main contact, though I will remain her lead Healer. She wasn’t happy about that, but she had little choice but to agree. It’s what I should’ve done to begin with — created a team, delegated tasks. Asked for and accepted help. I should’ve done a lot of things differently, Hermione. I’m sorry.” He leaned his forehead against hers as he heaved a shaky breath. 

“For the first week or so, I thought perhaps you were just getting everything going and then eventually it would settle down. I knew you’d be in it for the long haul — the length of her pregnancy — but I didn’t think you’d have to be essentially living at St. Mungo’s for that length of time. When you did come home, you were so exhausted you fell into bed. Were you even eating? Bathing? I don’t think I saw you outside of our bedroom once, and that was only a few times I saw you while awake. I went days without even fully knowing if you came home because you weren’t there when I fell asleep and you weren’t there when I woke up. I didn’t know what to do, Draco. How to help you. You were locked in your office or lab all day, wouldn’t take any visitors, not even me. And I tried. I tried for days and I still couldn’t get past your assistants. I even trying owling you — and it came back unopened. You blocked all methods of communication and it seemed like no matter how late I tried to stay up to see you when you came home, you always managed to wait long enough for me to be asleep. It felt like.. it felt like you didn’t want me. You didn’t want my help. You just wanted to be left alone with… Astoria. And Gods Draco, I know how that sounds. She’s fucking dying. I get that. I do. But can you see this from my side? Even a little bit?” Hermione’s tears were free-falling now. She was embarrassed, sure — she was throwing an insecure, jealous temper tantrum. But gods it felt good to let it out and tell him exactly how she was feeling, even if it was a bit psychotic. 

Draco cupped her face, his thumbs wiping away her tears. “Yes, darling. I can see your side. And I’m sorry. It’s been years since I’ve had a case this… consequential, and I forgot how I can get when I become too involved. I dove headfirst and didn’t think about how it would affect you, my love. And believe me, you are all that matters. I knew that then, and I know that now. My job is important and my patients are important, but you are my life. And now, while I can’t promise I’ll be home everyday at the same time, I have made significant strides in the last couple of weeks to ensure I will no longer be slave to Astoria’s case.” He kissed her eyelids, her nose, peppered gentle kisses on her cheeks. 

“Oh Draco.. but what about Astoria? I don’t want her to die. I don’t want her baby to die. This is so fucked up. This shouldn’t be about me, or you…” The guilt was rearing its ugly head again — Hermione was having a difficult time separating her needs from her empathetic feelings. 

“She’s not going to die, not before she gives birth. After that… well, we all knew there wasn’t much I can do. Once she gives birth, the blood curse is fully activated and she will… die, quickly. Far too quickly for anyone to be able to do anything. She knows that. It’s a heartbreaking situation, but both her and her husband are pragmatic enough to realise there’s nothing anyone can do once the baby is born. And I won’t be hands off — I just won’t be working with her directly which will free up my time. I’ll be able to come home to you at a reasonable hour every day. And I’m cutting back my weekend hours. I don’t know if I’ll be able to stay away the whole weekend, but I’ll limit the hours as much as I can.” 

Hermione relaxed into him, feeling the anxiety and angst she’d felt for the past several weeks melt away. “What about your request for me? Why did you request me, Draco?” 

He tucked a curl behind her ear. “That’s simple, love. I should’ve asked for your help to begin with. I realise it’s not exactly your area of expertise, but you are one of the best Healers at the hospital — and we work well together. If you don’t want to be on the team, I understand. But I thought at the very least, it would be a way for us to spend more time together.” 

“I suppose so. I was rather fascinated by the curse… but I was quickly distracted by my flailing relationship so I didn’t have much brain power to look into at all.” She gave him a soft grin as he poked her side. 

“Our relationship is not flailing my love. But I do have a request… please talk to me. Don’t shut me out, again. You can’t leave and not come back for weeks because you’re upset. You had every valid reason to be upset, but running away won’t solve anything. And it hurt, Hermione. It hurt to know that you so easily shut me out.” His face was pained and Hermione almost lost it. 

“Draco… gods, I’m sorry. I can tell you it wasn’t easy. Harry and Theo had to practically force me to eat and work daily. I won’t do that again. It wasn’t right, it wasn’t healthy. And I’m sorry. But Draco, why didn’t you try and reach out? I was… well, I was waiting for you.” 

He ran a hand through his hair and let his head fall back against the couch. “I wanted to. But I wanted to have something to tell you. So I was going to wait until everything was settled with the new team — if you hadn’t come to see me yesterday, I would’ve come to see you sometime this week. I wanted to prove to you that things would be different.” 

“I wasted so much time being upset. I’m sorry Draco.” 

He kissed her then, soft and slow. “I’m sorry too, Hermione. I love you.” 

“I love you, too.” She burrowed her head into his chest as his arms circled her and tightened. She was back where she belonged, and she would be damned if she let herself get in the way ever again. 

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June 5, 2006

In the two months since Hermione returned home and Draco revamped his approach with Astoria, their relationship was thriving and steady. It wasn’t perfect — there were still days Draco didn’t come home until well after Hermione was already asleep, but he made sure to keep her updated on those nights so she wasn’t waiting around for him. 

Draco revelled in getting to work so closely with Hermione on a daily basis — spending hours a day researching and brewing together, all in an attempt to lengthen Astoria’s life and lessen her pain. They worked well as a team, bouncing ideas of each other and bringing their own individual expertise and experiences together to give Astoria the best chance. 

Draco hardly interacted with Astoria anymore. After her blatant disrespect of Hermione in his office that day, he did his best to keep his distance. He had learned from his mother — who heard through the societal grapevine — that Astoria had been bitter when Draco called off their betrothal. Not because she wanted him, no, but because she wanted to be the next Lady Malfoy. When she saw how determined Draco was to break the contract, she knew she didn’t have any choice so she went along with it. 

It saddened Draco to know that he hurt her, but he was grateful to have gotten away — had he not made that decision so long ago, he would never have re-met Hermione and fallen in love with her. 

And speaking of the next Lady Malfoy. 

Draco had been planning the proposal for weeks now. The ring, which he had procured from the vaults months ago, had been secured in his pocket for days. When the topic of engagement first was broached, he had thought he’d do it early Spring. Then, Astoria happened. Though every fibre of his being wanted to propose as soon as Hermione came home, he knew he needed to wait — get their relationship back on steady ground. 

He could think of no better present to himself, than to propose to the love of his life on his birthday. 

He knew Hermione and his mother were planning a “surprise” party tonight, though he had managed to get Hermione to promise a dinner for just the two of them beforehand. 

He was waiting by the door for her, nervously tapping his foot and chewing on the inside of his cheek. He had a plan. They’d go to dinner, and he’d swindle a walk to their favourite park where he’d get down on one knee. As long as he stuck to the plan, by the time they got to his “surprise” party, they’d be engaged and he’d have a fiancée. 

It was all going to be fine. 

Until—

Hermione swept into the room and his heart stopped. She was wrapped in gold silk, the bodice fitted to her like liquid skin, while the rest of the dress flared at her hips and fell to the floor. There was a slit — gods, a slit on the left of the dress, exposing her entire left leg and ending right where he would assume her knickers would show — though they were decidedly not there. The sweetheart neckline dipped below her breasts, teasing her cleavage and his soul. Thin straps were holding the dress over her shoulders, which exposed her bronze skin that glowed. Her feet were adorned in strappy gold heels, delicate toes painted in a fiery red. 

“Fuck me.” He breathed, jaw dropping. How the fuck was he supposed to stick to the plan now? He couldn’t breathe, he couldn’t think, he couldn’t— “Marry me.” He blurted, before his eyes widened and he clapped his hand over mouth.

Hermione, who had been enjoying his eye-fucking, stopped short in front of him. “Wh-what did you say?” 

Draco closed his eyes a moment before rubbing a hand down his face. “Fuck. I’ve messed this up.” 

“Draco — what have you messed up? What’s going on?” 

Alright — plan needs to change. He reached for her hand and pulled her close, sighing. “I had a plan. But… since I can’t keep my mouth shut, I’m going to need to improvise a little.” He dipped his head to kiss her quickly before putting a bit of space between them. 

“Hermione. When I saw you at Potter and Theo’s wedding four years ago, I had no idea you would change the trajectory of my life. That night, you set into motion every change and every decision from then on that led me back to you. I never thought I would move back to London. I was content to leave this place behind, leave my life behind. But you… you gave me something to come back for, and you didn’t even know it. I never thought I’d move back and have a chance with you. But somehow, I thought if I was closer to you, in your orbit maybe, I’d be happier. Content. And then we landed the case together, the first one we ever worked. And I knew. I knew then — I wanted you. I didn’t know how, but I knew we belonged together. You gave me a chance and in doing so, you’ve made me the happiest wizard alive. I’ve loved you afar for years. I’ve loved you near for almost a year. I don’t want to waste anymore time not calling you my wife.” He heard her gasp as he dropped to one knee. 

“Hermione Granger. Will you marry me?” He pulled the ring box out of his pocket and presented it to her. It was simple, but beautiful. A single round diamond set on a rose gold band. Nothing too flashy for her — but still worth more than he’d ever admit to her. 

Hermione had tears rolling down her face as she began nodding frantically. “Yes, yes! Of course I will marry you!” She leaned down to crush her lips to his. He laughed, kissing her back as he searched for her hand to slip the ring on her finger.

“Do you like it?” He asked sheepishly. 

She stood back up, holding her out for her to look at. “Like it? Merlin, it’s the most exquisite thing I’ve ever seen, Draco! Oh I love you so much.” She pulled him to standing and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling his forehead to hers. 

“I love you, Hermione. I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.” He captured her lips again and they stood there, lost in each other, until Hermione broke away and grinned at him. 

“Do you still want to go to dinner?” She asked with a giggle. 

“We could just spend the rest of the night in bed. Celebrating.” He kissed her neck, nuzzling. 

She smacked his chest. “Prat. You know we have… plans later.” 

“Ah yes. How could I forget, these secretive plans? Then yes, my love. Let us go eat first, and then we can get to your ‘plans.’” He kissed her again before wrapping his hand in hers. He summoned her cloak and draped it over her shoulders. “You look stunning, by the way. Ruined everything, honestly. It should be a crime to look that good.” 

Hermione threw her head back in laughter as she slipped her arm through the crook of his elbow, holding on tight. “I thought you might appreciate… peeling it off of me later.” She leaned in closer to his ear. “I’m not wearing anything underneath.” 

Draco groaned and tilted his head back with his eyes closed. “Hermione…” he whined, “that is not helping me leave the house.” He turned toward her and dragged a finger down her neck, her collarbone, and dipping into the space between her breasts. “Are you telling me, that if I pulled your dress down, you would be naked?” 

He let himself imagine it for a moment — he’d slip the straps off her shoulders and slowly push down the bodice of the dress, revealing her perfect tits. Then he’d swallow each nipple, until he trailed kisses down her belly, pulling the dress with him until he reached her hips. And then—

“Yes, Draco. I’m naked under the dress.” Her voice was sultry and laced with desire, her lips grazing the lobe of his ear. 

“Hermione,” he breathed, his hand dropping to her arse. 

“Ah, ah. Later, Draco.” She reached behind her and grasped his hand, lacing their fingers together. “Let’s go.” She kissed him once before she manoeuvred them out the front door and walking toward the apparition point. 

Draco sighed heavily as he allowed her to drag him along — though his thoughts stayed firmly on what he planned to do later once he finally got her back in their bed. 

Hermione and Narcissa had been planning Draco’s birthday party for the past several weeks. Hermione knew her boyfriend — fiancé now — didn’t want any attention — but she didn’t much care. This was his first birthday she got to share with him, and she was going to celebrate it. 

They had quickly decided it would be a smaller affair, with just their closest friends invited. They had contemplated hosting it at the Manor, but it still wasn’t Hermione’s favourite place to go, so they settled on a rooftop bar in London they would rent out for the night. 

While Hermione was in charge of making sure Draco got to the party, Narcissa was in charge of the decorating and gathering of attendees. Hermione knew the general atmosphere of what they’d be walking into — candlelight and fairy lights would be scattered throughout the rooftop, and flowers would adorn each hightop table. There would be no dinner, no formal seating. Just an enchanted bar, where you could order anything you desired, and light hors d’oeuvres for their guests to graze on. 

Most importantly, they would be surrounded by those who love Draco unconditionally. 

Hermione had decided not to include Ron on the list of invitees. While Draco and Ron had come to a sort of truce, there was still no love lost there — and it was Draco’s day, not Hermione’s. Luckily, Ron held no hard feelings and agreed it was probably best for him to stay away. 

When it finally came time for Hermione to start getting ready, she knew Draco was going to die when he saw her. She had chosen her dress specifically with him in mind — knowing it would drive him crazy to watch her in it all night and having to wait to touch her. She thought the gold was a cheeky touch — Draco Malfoy had claimed the Golden Girl. While she hated the moniker, she’d lean into it for her own purposes. 

What Hermione had not planned on — was Draco accidentally proposing to her when she left the bedroom to meet him. She had heard the words “Marry me” leave his mouth and her world stilled. Was it happening? Was he finally going to ask her? 

She would admit to herself that after the events of their epic fight overnight how they both handled Astoria’s case, she wondered if he would decide to wait longer to propose. When they had briefly discussed it in December, she had implied — heavily — that she didn’t want to wait, and at the time, he seemed to agree. 

But then they were torn apart — by her own stubbornness and his lack of time management — and while their relationship still felt solid, she couldn’t help but think he might want to slow down now. After all, she had shown him a very unattractive side of her. 

When she thought about her reaction two months ago, she couldn’t help but cringe. She had handled things so poorly and instead of acting rationally and having a conversation with her boyfriend, she pushed him away even further than he had pushed her. She still thanked Merlin every day that he gave her another chance, and they he put in the work to keep his word. 

Now, all of those doubts were firmly behind her. She had a ring on her finger and a man who repeatedly proved to her his love and devotion — and she would go to the ends of the earth to secure their happy future. 

After a leisurely dinner at one of their favourite restaurants, Hermione directed them back to the apparition point and pulled out a green silk ribbon. 

“Hermione… what’s this?” His mouth quirked upwards in amusement. 

“This is a blindfold, Draco. If you consent, I’m going to put it on you and then apparate us to our destination.” She smiled warmly at him, running her fingers across the smooth fabric in her hands. 

Draco huffed a laugh and nodded. “Alright then. I trust you.” 

She lifted the ribbon to cover his eyes and reached behind his head to tie it off. Leaning in, she kissed his nose once before kissing his lips. “Perfect, hold on tight.” She wrapped her arms around his waist, his instinctively circling her own right back, and within a moment they were gone. 

They landed on the rooftop a second later. The cool Summer breeze welcomed them, along with the soft melodic sounds of the music playing in the background. Hermione could hear the quiet chatter of their friends who at this time were preparing for their arrival. 

“Do I get to take this off now?” Draco asked, stifling a laugh. 

“Nope. Come along.” She pulled him behind her as she led them both to the party. 

Once in view of Narcissa and the rest of the guests, she sent a little wave and a beaming smile. “Okay, I’m going to take the ribbon off now.” She held her fingers up and counted down from three, before she flicked her wand and the ribbon vanished. 

“Surprise!” The guests shouted, with laughter and hollers following. Draco was swarmed almost immediately, though he kept an arm firmly around Hermione’s waist. 

“Happy birthday Draco!” Theo bear hugged him, with Harry not far behind. Pansy, Neville, Blaise, and Luna rounded out their group of friends. 

Hermione had been thrilled to learn that Blaise and Luna had begun quietly dating after they met at Hermione and Draco’s housewarming party in November. It was clear Blaise was absolutely besotted with Luna, and vice versa. Hermione wouldn’t be surprised if they were the next couple to get engaged — Neville had proposed to Pansy just a few months back. 

Narcissa waited for her moment before approaching her son. “Draco, darling. Happy birthday.”

Draco smiled and kissed his mother’s cheek. “Thank you, Mum. Thanks for planning this with Hermione.” 

Hermione narrowed her eyes at him. “How did you know she helped me?” 

Draco sent her a wink, but didn’t respond. She shouldn’t be surprised — somehow, that wizard knew everything. 

Hermione saw the moment Narcissa flicked her eyes to her left hand and noticed what wasn’t there before. Narcissa’s eyes widened and she stepped closer, grabbing Hermione’s hand. 

“Is this— are you—, Draco?” Her surprise was melting into hopefulness as she looked between Hermione and Draco. 

The rest of the party quieted down as they noticed the interaction, gathering around. 

“What’s going on?” Harry asked. 

Draco glanced at Hermione and smiled before turning to their friends. “I’ve asked Hermione to marry me. And she said yes.” 

If they thought they were smothered when they first entered, it was nothing compared to now. Narcissa threw herself into Hermione’s arms, holding her tight. “Oh, I’ve dreamt of this day. I knew as soon as Draco told me about you you’d be my daughter-in-law one day. I’m so happy for you darling and I can’t wait to welcome you to the family.” She whispered in her ear, before stepping back to embrace her son. 

Harry was next, pulling her into a bone-crushing hug. “Congratulations, Hermione. This is all you’ve ever wanted.” 

“Thanks, Harry. I can’t even begin to express how grateful I am to have found him.” Tears were forming, though she was doing her best to hold them back. 

Pansy found her next. Things had warmed up slightly between the two, though their progress took a nose dive after Hermione and Draco’s brief separation. Though Pansy stayed out of the conflict, it wasn’t difficult to tell that she was frosty towards Hermione and it had only just begun to get a bit better. 

So Hermione was slightly taken aback when Pansy pulled her in for a hug and kissed her cheek. “I’m glad things have worked out. You two make each other very happy.” 

“Thank you, Pansy. I appreciate you saying that. Thank you for sticking with us, I know it hasn’t been easy for you.” 

She sighed before waving Hermione off. “I’ve felt like I needed to protect Draco in one way or another for so many years now, so that’s been difficult to let go. But it’s your job now, and I know you’re going to take care of him.” 

Hermione knew it couldn’t have been easy for Pansy to admit this. Pansy was fiercely loyal and while that loyalty didn’t yet apply to Hermione, she was happy Draco had people who cared about him so much. 

Blaise and Luna gave their love next — both hugging Hermione and kissing her cheek. 

“What do you say, Blaise? Will you be next in line?” She said in his ear, quiet enough that Luna couldn’t hear. 

Blaise barked a laugh and shook his head. “I think our timeline might not be as accelerated as yours. But I’m happy with her, and don’t plan on letting her go.” 

“Good.”

After greetings and congratulations had subsided, Draco cleared his throat and raised the glass of whiskey someone had shoved in his hands. 

“Thank you all, for being here today. I couldn’t be happier to spend my birthday with all of you. Thank you, to my beautiful witch, my fiancee for planning this, along with my mother. I’m grateful.” His lips met Hermione’s temple and she preened under his attention. There was a chorus of hear hears! Before everyone broke up into smaller groups to enjoy the party. 

A few hours later, Draco leaned into whisper in Hermione’s ear. “Alright love, this has been amazing — but I really must insist we go home now. I’d like to unwrap you.” 

Hermione’s cheeks burned at the implication as she nodded once. Most guests had already left, though Harry and Theo had stuck around. She allowed Draco to lift her off the bar stool and help her don her cloak.

“Well boys, thank you for coming. I must get my witch home now.” Draco leaned into hug Theo and then shake Harry’s hand before taking her own. 

“Happy birthday, Draco. And congratulations on the engagement. I don’t think it needs to be said, but if you hurt her… well, she’ll deal with you I’m sure. But the warning is there.” Harry smirked at him while Hermione rolled her eyes. 

Draco huffed a laugh and waved him off, slipping his arm around her waist. Hermione said her goodbyes to Harry and Theo before Draco whisked her away. 

They landed in their flat seconds later — and Draco was ravishing her immediately. 

He pressed her against the front door, hitching her leg around his waist. “I can’t believe you’re mine. You’re going to be my wife. Mine, forever.” 

Hermione groaned as she felt his lips traveling down her neck, sucking on her pulse point and sending shivers down her spine. His hands wandered, never staying in one place for long. 

“Draco, touch me, please.” She begged, canting her hips into his, feeling his hard length against her. It had been a wonderful night with their friends, but torture to sit by Draco’s side and know what was waiting for her when they returned home. She wanted nothing more than to be devoured by him, consumed, utterly and wholly. 

He pushed her dress straps down, peeling her dress down her chest and revealing her naked breasts. He stifled a moan with her nipples, lapping at them as his hand began to snake under the slit in her dress. 

She felt his finger meet her bare centre, gliding through her wetness that had been steadily growing since she first saw him in his suit earlier in the evening. His lips were on hers again, his tongue tasting her as he pushed a finger inside her. 

“Fuck.” Hermione bucked her hips once, twice, as she chased her release. His thumb circled her clit lightly, barely touching her but giving her enough friction to drive her wild. 

“Come for me, Hermione. Come for your fiancé,” Draco pressed his thumb more firmly on her clit as her orgasm crested. He swallowed her mewling with his mouth, pumping his fingers until her high subsided. 

He unbuckled his belt and pushed his trousers down just enough for his cock to be freed. Pushing her dress up around her waist, he lined himself up with her entrance and thrusted inside. Hermione revelled in the feel of him, his smooth hard cock hitting her cervix just right. 

“Yes, yes, yes, right there.” She whined as his hips continued pumping. She let her head fall back against the door, eyes closing and brain disconnecting so she could just feel. 

It didn’t take long for her second orgasm to begin, Draco following soon after her. 

“Fuck— fuck, I’m coming, fuck.” Draco stuttered and she felt the hot spurts of his come shooting inside her. 

They stayed connected for several moments while their breathing returned to normal, Draco resting his head in the crook of Hermione’s neck as she ran her hand up and down his back. 

“I love you baby.” Draco murmured, brushing his lips across her cheek as he slipped out of her and set her gently back on the ground. “Let’s go take a bath, yeah?” 

Hermione, yet to find her voice again, nodded lazily and let Draco lead her to their bathroom, where he proceeded to worship her again and again and again. 

June 14, 2006

Breaking: Granger-Malfoy Wedding Set for this Winter

Following the announcement of their courtship back in December 2005, the Wizarding World has been eagerly waiting for the engagement announcement. 

Some wondered if the long courtship was a sign of trouble — but those rumours have been put to rest by the news of their impending nuptials. 

We have learned that Draco Malfoy proposed to Hermione Granger privately over a week ago. 

We have confirmed that a wedding date has been set for December 2006, a year after their courtship began. 

The Daily Prophet sends our best wishes to the happy couple. 

Draco watched his fiancee roll her eyes as she read through their engagement announcement, chuckling. His mother had wasted no time in locking down a wedding date — she refused to hear of a long engagement and insisted there be no dawdling when it came to the day. 

December 16, 2006 — almost an entire year since their courtship was announced, he would marry the love of his life. 

He never thought he’d get to have this. After the war, he was sure he was destined for a lonely life. He didn’t deserve the happy ending, not after everything he did, everything he said while growing up. He never would have guessed that he would meet and fall in love with Hermione Granger. 

Though their relationship wasn’t perfect — they were both still working on their communication issues and stubbornness — Draco was perfectly happy with where they were now and where they were headed.

“Tell me why we had to announce it again? Nothing is sacred anymore.” Hermione grumbled, bringing her teacup to her lips. 

Draco dropped a kiss to her head as he moved through the kitchen cooking them breakfast. “Darling, my mother made you choose a wedding date not two days after I proposed. There was no universe in which she allowed us to skip the announcement. It’s very understated, in my opinion — it could have been worse.” 

She sighed, rubbing her temples. “Yes, yes. Thank gods Narcissa is willing to do the majority of the planning. I just don’t think I have it in me.” She tilted her head to the side. “Draco, you do realise our wedding is only a couple months after Astoria’s due date?” 

He stilled. Though they worked together closely on Astoria’s case, they did their best to avoid the topic at home. Astoria had continued to be upset at Draco’s lack of personal involvement and didn’t hesitate to make it known to anyone who would listen. 

They hadn’t made much progress — other than being confident they would be able to get her through the pregnancy, neither Draco nor Hermione had made any breakthroughs that would possibly allow Astoria to live longer. The blood curse was too powerful, too deeply embedded. They may have been able to break it before she got pregnant but now… it was too late. They all knew it, though no one wanted to say it out loud. 

Which meant, whether they liked it or not, Astoria Greengrass would likely be dead in a few months. 

It was a bitter pill to swallow as a Healer, knowing there’s nothing you can do for your patient. Draco had failed before, but he’d never experienced the loss of a patient he knew in his personal life. Though Astoria wasn’t in his close group of friends, nor would she be after her comments regarding his witch, it still made Draco feel dejected. He did his best to store his feelings in a little box inside his head that he never visited. 

Sighing, he turned to face Hermione. “I know. There’s nothing to it though. We can’t let our patients affect our lives, you know this.” He moved to her and slipped his arm around her waist. “I think we’ll both feel sadness over losing a patient, but we have to keep going. And darling, Astoria has already gotten in between us too much. I won’t let anything, even her death, get in the way of marrying you.” He kissed her forehead. “Does that make me sound cruel?” 

Hermione wrapped her own arms around him and leaned her head on his chest. “No. You’re right. Astoria is not our personal friend — she’s a patient. And we’re her Healers. It’s okay for us to feel sorrow over her passing, but we’ve done all we can. All we can do now is make sure her little one arrives safely.” 

Guilt still gnawed at him, though he knew Hermione was right. They couldn’t save everyone, no matter how much they wanted to. 

Shaking out of it, he waved his wand to plate their breakfast and deliver it to them at their kitchen island. He took the seat next to Hermione, his hand resting on her thigh as they ate quietly. 

“Have you thought about bridesmaids?” Draco asked her. He knew she wasn’t super close with any of her girlfriends, so he wasn’t entirely sure if she would want them standing up with her. 

She grimaced. “Well, I’m just not close enough with Ginny to ask her. We’re friends, sure. But… and same with Luna. The only other girl I know is Pansy and while I’m glad we’ve been able to be friendly, I don’t think I’d want her as a bridesmaid. I was thinking… Harry. He’s been there for me through everything and I think he’s the only one I’d want with me.” 

Draco smiled and nodded. “I’ll have Theo, then. I think that makes perfect sense and I’m sure Potter will be thrilled.” 

“You’re okay with a small wedding party?” She asked him. 

“Of course, love. I’d be fine with no wedding party if that’s what you wanted.” He leaned in and kissed her temple, squeezing her thigh. “I can’t wait to marry you.” He whispered, kissing her lips fully. 

She sighed into the kiss and tangled her hand in his hair. “Me too. I don’t care about the rest of it. I’d go to the ministry tomorrow if you wanted. I just want to marry you.” 

He raised a brow. “My mother would kill us.” 

“I wasn’t seriously suggesting it, Draco.” 

“Hmm.” 

Hermione pinched his side. “I’m not about to ruin my relationship with my future mother-in-law this quickly, Draco. It will be December before we know it.”

He groaned before dropping his forehead onto her shoulder. “It will feel like forever.” 

“Good thing we have forever together, then.” Hermione kissed his head as she giggled. 

Draco’s face softened as he looked up and drank her in. “Forever will never be long enough, Hermione.” 

Hermione was quiet a moment, her face serene as she contemplated her next words. He loved watching her when she was like this — lost in her orbit and completely and utterly at peace with him. 

“Draco… what if… what if we soul bonded?” She didn’t meet his gaze, choosing to drop her eyes to her breakfast plate. He watched her pick up her fork and push her food around as she waited for his answer. 

Soul bond. Draco had never considered a soul bond before — never thought there would be any witch willing to tie their soul to his for eternity. Soul bonds were uncommon, though not unheard of. Most couples chose the traditional marriage bond — one that was not easily broken, but not quite as permanent as the alternative. A soul bond… there is no undoing one. No changing of minds. One’s soul is permanently and irrevocably bound to another — destined to be together in this life and the next. 

To soul bond with Hermione… would be a dream come true — a dream he never thought possible. His answer was clear and confident. 

“Yes.” 

She looked at him, eyes swimming with uncertainty. He cupped her cheek, his thumb sweeping across in an effort to soothe her. 

“Really? You’d want to soul bond with me?” She asked softly. 

Draco lifted her and pulled her down onto his lap, burying his face in her curls, breathing her in. “There is nothing I’d want more in this world than to know my soul is yours forever. How do you feel about it?” 

The smile she gave him was blinding — sending a warmth through him that made his chest ache with joy. “I wouldn’t have mentioned it if I didn’t want it, Draco. I’ve been thinking about it for a few months — since we first discussed marriage. So I did some research about them. The ritual is considered grey magic — there’s blood magic involved which would normally categorise it as dark, but because it’s dealing with the souls… and there’s enough light magic, it tips the scales into the greyer area. But it’s relatively simple and anyone can perform it, as long as the couple is wholly willing and their intentions are true. It’s similar to an Unbreakable Vow, just…more intense.” 

Draco grinned at her, pressing a kiss to her hair. “My little swot. Only you would research our marriage bond months before I propose to you.” 

Hermione rolled her eyes but smiled as she laid her head on his shoulder. “If you’re in, I’m in Draco. I want to know that I will find you, in every life, in death, and beyond.” 

He tipped her chin up using the knuckle of his index finger and leaned in to kiss her. He pressed his lips firmly against hers, savouring in the taste of her, the feel of her tongue tangled with his. Leaning his forehead to hers, he broke the kiss and took in a shaky breath. “I’m all in, love. All in with you.” 

Wrapped together, they quietly finished their breakfast before they left the sanctity of their flat for the hospital. 

Since they started partnering again, they used Draco’s office as their shared space. So when they entered the spacious room, they were surprised to see it was occupied — by Astoria Greengrass. 

“Miss. Greengrass? I don’t believe we had an appointment. Were you needing something?” Draco asked, keeping his voice steady. He didn’t see Astoria often, if ever, anymore. Keeping his distance allowed him to maintain his professionalism while doing everything he could to keep her comfortable, keep her safe for as long as he could. 

“Healer Malfoy, Healer Granger. I wished to speak to you briefly, if you have a few minutes.” Astoria was standing near his desk, looking poised and collected. Her small bump was visible, the tangible reminder of what they were working for. 

Draco flicked his eyes at Hermione, who nodded imperceptibly. He rounded his desk, which now had a second chair there for Hermione. Once they all settled, he gestured for Astoria to continue. 

“First off, I believe congratulations are in order if this mornings Prophet is to be believed.” 

Hermione cleared her throat and nodded. “Thank you, Miss. Greengrass. We appreciate that.” 

Astoria dipped her head before continuing. “I wanted to apologise for how I reacted in April when you informed me of the changes to my medical team. It was inappropriate of me to comment on your relationship. I was caught off guard by the conversation, and I was — I am — afraid. I’ve accepted my fate, but I’m still scared to die. Regardless, I shouldn’t have been cruel or dismissive of your relationship. Herm—Healer Granger, I want to apologise directly to you. It was unfair of me to imply you weren’t worthy of Dr—Healer Malfoy. I know you’ve been working incredibly hard on ensuring I have a healthy pregnancy, and I want you to know I appreciate your dedication.” 

Both Draco and Hermione were stunned into silence. Draco recovered first, blowing out a breath. “Thank you, Astoria. I wish we could do more for you.” 

Under the desk, he reached for Hermione’s hand and laced their fingers together, searching for support. Hermione gave it freely, squeezing lightly. 

Astoria smiled sadly, shaking her head. “I’ve always known I would succumb to this curse. There was never going to be another way. I’ve been selfish, I suppose — wanting to bring a child into this world, only to abandon them immediately. But… I would’ve died either way. At least now, Adrian won’t be alone. And I’ll have left something behind, something — someone who can be better than I was. I think I’m going to be at peace at the end. And part of that is because of the both of you. Without the potions regimen, I’d probably already be dead. I know you have Healers from around the hospital, the country, all trying to research ways to break the curse, or prolong my life, but truthfully, as long as I can bring my child into the world, the rest of it doesn’t matter.” 

Hermione stood, walking around the desk to sit in the visitor’s chair beside Astoria. She reached out and placed a hand on her back. “We will do everything in our power to make sure your child is born safely and healthy. And Astoria, we will try to get you as long as we can with your baby. We can’t promise weeks, or even days. But I think we can try and keep you comfortable for a few hours at least. So you can say goodbye.”

Astoria blinked away the tears before they fell. “Thank you, Hermione, thank you Draco. For everything.” 

Hermione moved her hand to Astoria’s knee and squeezed. 

“You’re welcome, Astoria.” Draco said, voice soft. 

They sat there in the moment for several minutes before Astoria stood and excused herself. Hermione returned to Draco, only this time she dropped onto his lap, where they held each other tightly. 

They were fighting a losing battle. They weren’t going to win the war for Astoria — but they would continue to fight, continue to keep her comfortable and safe until the time came for her to deliver her baby. 

Draco dropped a kiss to Hermione’s head, knowing there was nothing he could say to make her feel better in that moment. He knew what she was likely thinking — their family was about to begin just as Astoria’s was ripped apart. They couldn’t outrun the bittersweet truth — so instead, Draco got to work brewing Astoria’s next batch of potions while Hermione dug into books on blood curses — all in an effort to give a mother just a little time with her newborn child. 

They worked effortlessly together, sharing the space in Draco’s lab, despite the fact that Hermione could easily take her research up to her own office. He loved seeing her in his space, taking up room in his life, both at home and at work. 

Sometimes, in the silence between them as they independently worked, he mentally kicked himself for not pulling her in sooner — the two months he spent working himself to the bone could have been spent like this, apart but together.

Trying not to dwell on it, he shook his thoughts away and let his mind wander to their upcoming wedding. In just six months, he would marry the love of his life. 

Draco Malfoy was going to marry Hermione Granger. 

And he couldn’t fucking wait.

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July 16, 2006

Draco held her hand tight as they strolled slowly from the apparition point through wizarding London. She ignored the wandering eyes and whispered voices as they walked. For this reason alone, they usually dined in the Muggle world — the only place they could get any privacy, especially in the month since their engagement was announced. 

When they approached the restaurant, Draco held the door open for her and guided her inside with his hand on the small of her back. The hostess eye’s widened for a brief moment before reverting back to her neutral expression. 

“Reservation under Draco Malfoy. We have two others in our party as well.” Draco said smoothly. Hermione was distracted by his thumb that was tracing runes into the exposed skin of her back. 

The hostess nodded one. “Yes, Mr. Malfoy. Your guests have already arrived. Please follow me.” 

As they were led to their table, Hermione took the opportunity to study her surroundings. She’d never visited this particular establishment before — generally a bit outside of her normal price range. There was an unmistakable air of wealth exuding from the other patrons, though there was also the subtle promise of discretion and privacy. She could see the slight glimmer of the privacy wards which enveloped each individual table, leaving the atmosphere quiet save for the soft footsteps of the wait staff. Faces were blurred, allowing the guests to keep their anonymity while dining. For this, Hermione was grateful. Though she held no shame regarding her relationship, the level of scrutiny still made her feel uncomfortable. She would much prefer to blend into the background, rather than garner the attention the public thrusts upon her. 

When they reached their intended table, the hostess waved her wand to allow them to breach the privacy ward. Hermione stepped inside, followed by Draco, who pulled her chair out for her and assisted her in getting seated. 

“Hermione! Draco! It’s so good to see you both. I feel like it’s been ages since your birthday, mate. You really ought to make more time for your friends.” Theo scolded, while also blowing kisses toward Hermione. 

Harry smacked his husband in admonishment. “Theo, they’ve been very busy with work as you well know.” 

Theo had the decency to look sheepish — it was no secret Draco and Hermione were the Healers in charge of Astoria’s blood curse. Though Theo was not close with the Greengrasses either, he still held similar feelings to Draco over the inevitable loss of one of their Slytherin brethren. 

Hermione smiled at them both and waved her hand. “You’re right Theo — we’ve spent too much time working lately. By the time we get home, we’re both exhausted and barely find the energy to eat dinner let alone come out to socialise. I know we’ve missed a few pub nights. We’ll try to hit the next one.” 

Draco slung his arm around Hermione’s chair, leaning back in his own. “We did ask you here for a reason tonight though.” 

Harry raised a brow. “Oh? Please do tell.” 

Hermione glanced at Draco and shared a smile. “Well, we’ve been talking… and Harry, I’d like to ask you to stand up with me at our wedding as my… well, man of honour I suppose?” 

“And Theo, will you be my best man?” Draco added on. 

The smiles on their faces were enough answer for the couple. 

Theo squealed. “Oh I’ve been waiting for this! Of course Draco, I’m honoured you would ask.”

Harry was quieter, though no less excited. He stood and moved around the table to wrap Hermione in a hug. “There is no place I’d rather be.” He whispered in her ear, kissing her cheek. 

Hermione closed her eyes in an effort to expel the tears that were threatening to escape. “Thank you, Harry.” 

He returned to his seat and cleared his throat. “Will you be asking anyone else?” 

Hermione shook her head. “No, we decided to keep it small. We both have other friends, of course, but none we’re as close with as the pair of you.” She paused a moment. “We’ve also agreed to a soul bond.” 

Harry’s brow furrowed in confusion while Theo’s jaw dropped. It made sense, she supposed — Harry, like her, didn’t grow up in the magical world and likely didn’t understand the significance of a soul bond. Theo, as a pureblood and life-long wizard, knew immediately what this meant. 

“Those are incredibly rare. Are you.. oh what am I saying, this is Hermione Granger — of course you’re sure. I’d bet our entire vault you’ve researched this up and down before you even brought it up. And Draco, mate… you found your soulmate. I know you thought you never would. I’m so happy for both of you.” Theo said, his hand over his chest. 

Harry looked between them all. “Sorry — I think I can generally guess the gist, but in case not, what’s the difference between a marriage bond and a soul bond?” 

Hermione smiled at her oldest friend. “Well, they’re similar in a way. We’ll do a combined bond. The soul bond is just what it sounds like — it will tie our souls together for eternity. Meaning in any life, we will be destined for one another. They’re permanent, so divorce or breaking the bond is no longer an option.” 

“I didn’t think divorce was an option in magical marriages anyway.” Harry asked. 

“They are, they’re just incredibly difficult to obtain. The Wizengamot has to approve them and it can take years. And I’ve heard that your magical core is never really the same after being tied to another. But a divorce is technically possible with just the traditional marriage bond. The soul bond, however, removes that option completely. There is no current possible way to unbind the souls.” Draco answered. 

Harry cocked his head in understanding. “That sounds… dangerous? Is it not? Why not just the regular bond?” 

Hermione huffed slightly, though she tried not to let it get to her — her friend’s curiosity was not coming from a place of malice, but of genuine ignorance. “It’s not dangerous. There are risks, sure — but there are risks in a regular marriage bond as well. There’s always the chance that two magical cores are so incompatible that the marriage bond doesn’t take either. But in our case… I truly believe Draco and I were meant to find each other. Maybe we’ve already soul bonded in another life. But I know I want to find him in every universe, in every lifetime. This is a good thing, Harry. This is all I’ve ever wanted.” 

Harry’s face softened as he nodded. “Of course it is, Hermione. In that case, I’m thrilled for you, truly.” 

Draco raised his glass of wine — which had magically appeared a few minutes ago — in salute before taking a deep sip. 

“We’d like to keep that part between us until the wedding. Narcissa will know, as well as the Minister, but we want it to be a surprise to everyone else.” Hermione added. “It’s really a beautiful ritual — it’s not one that many get to witness so it should be really special.” 

They both nodded. “Of course, your secret is safe with us.” Harry agreed. 

Theo gave them a mischievous grin. “Now the really important question — do we get free rein to plan your hen and stag dos?” 

Hermione groaned, leaning her head forward to drop into her hands. “Fine, only because I know you’ll bug us until we say yes. But hear me right now, Theodore Nott — there will be no other women involved with my soon-to-be husband, you got that? Strippers, dancers, no. None of it. Zilch. If another woman so much as touches him, I will know and I will make sure they never find your body. Got it?” 

Draco barked a laugh and leaned in to kiss her cheek. “Darling, I find it incredibly hot when you get all possessive of me. Don’t worry, love. My hands and eyes will always remain firmly on you.” 

Theo sighed dramatically. “Fine, fine. Be a stick in the mud.” 

Hermione pointed her gaze at him. “Theo, you are very gay. You don’t even like women.” 

Harry snickered while Theo spluttered. “I can appreciate a fine-looking witch! Just because I don’t want to get into her knickers, doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy the view.” 

“Ugh, you’re disgusting, Nott.” Hermione said, though her words held no venom. 

Draco laughed again before shooting a look at Harry. “I must say the same rules apply to you, Potter. No other wizards touching or looking at my fiancee.” 

Harry held his hands up. “Hey, hey. I had no intention of any of that. I don’t find that sort of debauchery nearly as entertaining as my husband does. Hermione, who do you want invited? Luna, Ginny.. Pansy? Anyone else?” 

Hermione shook her head. “I think that should do it. I’m not close with anyone else, really.” 

He hummed a moment. “What about Ron?” 

Hermione grimaced and shook her head. “No. We might be on good terms now, but not well enough for this. I don’t imagine he’s overly thrilled about the engagement anyway.” 

In fact, Hermione had not heard from Ron in a couple of months. Not that she expected to — they truly weren’t close anymore. But she’d be lying if she said she didn’t wish things were better between them. Though after the scathing letter she received from dear old Molly the day after their engagement was announced, she was feeling less inclined to deal with Weasleys at the moment. She’d make an exception for Ginny. 

Harry didn’t respond, allowing Hermione to fill in the blanks. Though Harry’s friendship with Ron drastically changed after his marriage to Theo, he was still close with him and they spoke regularly. Though, much to Hermione’s secret delight, Harry assured her that he was closer with her than Ron these days. 

“Blaise and Neville, then Draco? Anyone else?” Theo cut in. 

Draco tiled his head for a moment to consider before looking at Hermione. “What about George? He seemed to be fine with me when we saw him at our housewarming party.” 

Hermione smiled warmly at her wizard and she leaned her head onto his shoulder. “I think that’s a lovely idea. Harry, I’m sure you could go with the boys. Ginny would likely be more than happy to take over planning mine.” 

Harry shook his head. “Don’t get me wrong, I’m ecstatic with your choice in husband, but there’s no universe I’m going to miss my best friend’s hen do to hang out with these gits.” 

“Oi!” Draco clicked his tongue while throwing a mild stinging hex toward Harry. 

“That’s alright my love, you weren’t invited.” Theo kissed Harry’s temple before turning back to Hermione and Draco and raising his glass. “To the happy couple, our best friends. We love you and we can’t wait to celebrate you.” 

Hermione’s head fell back in laughter as she held her drink to her mouth. She wasn’t sure what was in store for their parties, but she knew it would be a night she’d never forget. 

August 20, 2006

Hermione awoke to lips moving across her neck and hands wandering between her legs. 

“Happy anniversary, love.” Draco murmured as he pressed kisses down her jawline. 

That’s right. Today was their one year anniversary — a year ago today, they had their first date and began their relationship. Hermione could hardly believe it. She had never lasted this long in a relationship before and sometimes she still had to pinch herself to believe this was her reality. 

She sighed happily. “Happy anniversary, Draco. I love you.” 

“I’ll never get tired of hearing that.” 

She grinned as she sat up on her elbows. “Oh yeah? Well, I love you, I love you, I love you—“ she laughed as he boxed her in, moving his body so he was hovering over her. Her laughter broke off when he crashed his lips against hers and ground his pelvis against her. 

“I love you, Hermione. I can’t believe I get to call you mine.” Draco kissed her again, sweeter this time. 

She giggled against his mouth. “In just a few months, you can call me your wife.” 

Draco groaned as his head dropped to her shoulder. “Witch, you have no idea how hard it makes me when you say that.” 

Hermione lifted her hips up. “I’m fairly certain I have good idea.”

He lifted a brow toward her, whispering a spell to vanish what little clothes they had on. Not waiting a moment longer, he swallowed her kiss and pushed inside her, knowing he’d find her wet and ready. 

They moaned together as he bottomed out, and she lost her breath as he pulled out and thrusted, hitting her deeply. He moved as though he was afraid to lose her, afraid to let go. He kissed her, moving his tongue against hers and allowing her to savour the taste of his own mouth. 

It didn’t take long for their orgasms to arrive, and as they rode out their pleasure together, Hermione couldn’t help the sense of complete peace that washed over her. 

Afterward, they laid side by side, Hermione tucked close to Draco as his fingers ran through her hair. 

“I do have plans for us today.” Draco murmured, kissing her forehead. 

“Oh yeah?” She strained her neck to look up at him. “Are you going to share?” 

“Hmm. The only thing I’ll say is that it’s entirely Muggle. And something neither of us have ever done before.” Draco nipped at her ear, grinning. 

Hermione raised a brow, entirely intrigued. “There’s not much I haven’t done in the Muggle world.” 

Draco hummed. “I know for a fact you’ve never done this. Speaking of, we should get up and get going.” He swatted her behind as he swung his legs over the bed and moved to standing. 

Hermione huffed a laugh as she sat up. “Do I at least know where I should wear?”

Draco considered her for a moment. “Trainers. Comfortable clothes. We’ll be outside most of the day and it’s warm out today.”

He sent her a wink before disappearing into the closet. 

Twenty minutes later, Hermione exited the bedroom in a pair of high waist jean shorts, a loose white cotton t-shirt, and her favourite white trainers. Her hair was piled on top of her head, with several loose tendrils escaping the clip that attempted to tame her curls.

She couldn’t help her eyes slipping up and down Draco’s body in appreciation — he wore a pair of tight jeans, grey t-shirt, and his own white trainers. His hair was swept away from his forehead, just in the way she liked, and a pair of sunnies tucked into the top of his shirt. 

He flashed a smile at her and reached out to take her hand. Out of his pocket he pulled a paperclip. At her raised brow, he smirked. “Portkey which will leave in about one minute. Better hold on.” 

Hermione snuggled into his side and put her finger on the paperclip. When their time was up, she felt the familiar tug at her navel. They landed in an alley. She saw the hustle and bustle on the street several feet away, though she couldn’t tell where they were. 

“We’re walking the rest of the way.” He laced their fingers together and tugged them forward. 

“Draco! Where are we going!?” Hermione whined, though it didn’t take her long to figure it out. 

“Paris? Draco — is that — are we going to Disneyland?” She practically shrieked, stopping in her tracks as she saw the Disney Castle come into view. 

She had always wanted to go to Disneyland Paris. As a child, her parents told her they would take her when she was older. Then she got her Hogwarts letter… and there had never been the opportunity after that. As an adult, she didn’t have anyone to go with and felt rather silly going by herself. She was suddenly recalling a vague memory where she had mentioned her desire to go to Draco… she pulled him into a deep kiss before they could move any further. 

“You brilliant, wonderful, man. I love you.” She smiled into the kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck. 

“Remember that in a couple hours when I’ve infuriated you with my lack of knowledge.” Draco kissed her forehead as he moved them along. 

She squealed as she tried to control herself from skipping. “I’m not an expert by any means either. But the fact that you’re willing to go here with me.. it’s amazing, Draco.” 

They waited in line to purchase their tickets, Draco presenting his Muggle credit card with pride. She did have to stop him from using a Confundus charm to cut the line — forcing him to wait behind all the others who arrived before them before entering the park. 

Just when she didn’t think she could love him any more — he goes and plans something like this for them. Hermione isn’t sure what she did to deserve such a man, but she was sure as hell going to enjoy it. 

Hours later, and several hundred Euros lighter, Hermione and Draco dragged themselves back to the alley where they would wait for their return portkey to activate. 

The Mickey ears she insisted on buying were sitting on Draco’s head, and their bellies were full of churros and Mickey-shaped pretzels. They had ridden almost every ride, watched a parade, and eaten their way through the park. It was the most fun Hermione could remember having as an adult. 

“Thank you, Draco. That was… truly an amazing day.” She had her hands wrapped around his waist as she looked up at him with awe. She kissed his jaw before moving her lips to his mouth. 

“I’m glad you enjoyed it. It was fun. Maybe one day we can bring our children here.” Draco laughed, then closed his mouth quickly when he realised what he said. 

Hermione’s smile beamed at him — they had spoken about children before, but it had always seemed like such a distant future. Now.. it was in reach. 

They landed in their living room a moment later and Hermione decided she wanted to broach the subject a little more in depth. 

“When do you want to have children?” She asked as she kicked her shoes off and threw herself down on the sofa. 

Draco followed her, lifting her head up and laying it down in his lap after sitting. He blew out a breath, ran his hand through his hair. “Well… I’d like to enjoy having you all to myself for at least a little while. But, I wouldn’t be opposed to starting a family sooner rather than later. Maybe a year or so?” 

Hermione felt the tension she didn’t realise was there loosen in her chest. She desperately wanted a family, and now that she was so close to achieving that, she found herself pining for it even more. 

“I think that sounds like a great plan.” She pulled his neck down so she could kiss him. “I love you. Thank you for planning today.” 

Draco smiled through the kiss as his fingers found her scalp and began to massage. “I can’t wait to marry you.” 

“Almost there, love. Almost there.”

November 4, 2006

Draco tried to smile as he watched his witch getting ready for her hen do, but it didn’t reach his eyes. 

Two weeks ago, Astoria Greengrass gave birth. She died less than 24 hours later. 

Though they were both prepared for it, Draco would be lying if he said it wasn’t still affecting him. His days were back to normal, no longer focusing all of his energy on one patient as his roster was opened back up to whomever needed him. He’d seen dozens of patients over the last week, which he would admit kept him distracted enough to avoid the feeling of sorrow in his heart. 

Hermione had been brilliant, though. She found a spell that would put Astoria into a sort of conscious stasis after birth — allowing her to spend precious hours with her new daughter. As soon as Astoria went into labour, Draco and Hermione found themselves pacing his office waiting for news. The second she gave birth, Hermione would need to perform the spell in order to stop the blood curse from attacking Astoria immediately. 

Plenum Corpus Habitus.

The spell needed to be repeated seventeen times in a row in order to take — one for each hour it would grant the receiver. After the final hour, the body would return to normal and succumb to whatever ailments they were trying to avoid. 

It wasn’t enough — it would never be enough. But Astoria had cried tears of joy when Hermione informed her of her discovery and she thanked her over and over again, grateful she’d be afforded any amount of time with her newborn. 

As soon as the spell was cast, Hermione and Draco slipped away, allowing Astoria, Adrian, and their daughter, Jean, time alone as a new family. 

When Astoria told Hermione she was naming her daughter after her, Draco held Hermione for hours as she cried. She had never expected to make such an impact on someone else — someone who didn’t even like her prior to this experience. 

When they announced her full name — Jean Lucille Pucey — Draco furrowed his brows, wondering if what he thought might be true. Astoria confirmed — Lucille was a nod to Draco’s own middle name, Lucius. Draco’s chest constricted as he tried to tamp down his own emotions. 

Since her death, they had seen baby Jean a few times. Draco had been friendly with Adrian in school, and they fell into an easy kinship as Adrian navigated single parenthood. His grief was palpable — though theirs had not been a love match in the beginning, he had fallen in love with his wife years ago and was devastated by her loss. Draco took it upon himself to offer their assistance with Jean — something Adrian had fully accepted and welcomed. 

He would have invited him to his stag do, had it not been wildly inappropriate for him to be seen partying only weeks after his wife’s death. But Draco knew, Adrian and Jean Pucey would be in their lives from now on. 

Hermione, too, was having a difficult time. She held her grief closer, putting on a brave face during the night. But at night, Draco could feel the sadness rolling off of her in waves. 

They would get through this, they would. But it didn’t make it any easier. 

He missed getting to work side by side with her — she had moved back into her own office and was once again working with her own patients. He had no doubt though that they’d work together again. The hospital had commended them on their partnership, giving them the all clear to partner whenever the situation called for it. 

Though he hoped their next case together wasn’t quite so tragic. 

Hermione met his gaze in the mirror and smiled. “Are you going to be able to have a nice time tonight?” She asked. 

Draco sighed and flopped onto their bed. “I’ll do my best. Copious amounts of firewhiskey will help, I imagine.”

Hermione laughed before moving onto the bed and straddling him. “Make sure to come back to me in one piece.” 

“Oh darling, we could just skip and spend the rest of the night right here, hmm?” He ran his hand up her thigh, skimming the edge of her dress. She wore a tight green number, making his cock grow hard at the sight of it. 

Hermione ground her hips down, her core hitting his cock and eliciting a groan from him. “Absolutely not. However, if you are sober enough at the end of the night, perhaps it will end how you want it.” 

Draco squeezed her thighs. “I’m going to hold you to that.” 

It was then they heard their floo activate and hollers down the hall. 

“Oi! Malfoys! Get out here!” Theo yelled. 

Hermione rolled her eyes and hopped off of him and he followed her out into the living room. 

“That’d be Granger to you, sir. I’m not a Malfoy yet.” She winked at Draco, and he sent her a smirk back. 

They’d already had the conversation — Hermione would take his name. Not Granger-Malfoy. But Malfoy. He’d assumed she’d want to hyphenate, if she bothered to take his name at all. When she informed him — with her mouth around his cock, no less — that she only wanted to be known as Mrs or Lady Malfoy… well he wasn’t sure she’d ever made him come harder. 

“Alright Granger, for another month anyway. Let’s gooo!” Theo cried, pulling Draco’s arm as Potter hooked his own through Hermione’s. 

“When do you think you’ll be back?” Hermione asked them. 

Draco looked at Theo, who grinned suspiciously. “I’ll have him back by the morning, I promise.” 

Hermione glared at him. “Theodore.” 

Draco laughed before he pushed Theo off of him and grabbed his witch out of Potter’s arms. He pulled her flush against his chest before capturing her lips in a deep kiss. “I’ll be back tonight, don’t listen to Theo.” 

“Hermione, who said you’d be back tonight?” Potter interjected. 

Draco narrowed his eyes at Potter before he kissed Hermione again. “Bring her back to me tonight, Potter. Or else.” 

“Ooo, I’m so scared.” Potter rolled his eyes before he extracted Hermione from his arms and pulled her away again. “Let’s go, Hermione.” 

Hermione waved at him quickly before she disappeared with Potter through the floo. Draco stared after it longingly, wishing he was going with her. 

“Draco, it’s one night without her. You’ll be fine.” Theo clapped him on the back. 

“Where are they even going?” Draco asked, wondering if he should be concerned. 

Theo shrugged. “You know, here and there. Are you ready to go?” 

Draco sighed and nodded. “As I’ll ever be.” 

Theo’s face softened. “I know you’re still struggling after Astoria. But I think this will be good for you. Help distract you a bit. You’re getting married next month, mate. Let’s celebrate that.” 

He allowed Theo to drag him through the floo and they stepped out into a club Draco had never been to nor heard of before. The music was loud, pulsing through the air. There were fairy lights hanging above in lieu of overhead lights, and Draco could see the aura of magic hovering around. 

“Where are we?” He yelled in Theo’s ears. 

He just grinned and grabbed his arm to lead him through the crowd. They came to a staircase where a wizard stopped them briefly. Theo gave him their names and after consulting his list, allowed them to pass. Once upstairs, they reached a private room. Theo pushed open the door to reveal Blaise, Neville, and George Weasley. 

“About time! We were wondering if you’d ever make it.” Blaise laughed as he stepped forward to hug Draco, then Theo. 

Draco shook hands with Neville and George. “Thanks for coming, mates.”

Neville smiled. “Wouldn’t miss it! Still can’t quite believe you and Hermione are getting married.”

Draco laughed. “Me neither, mate. Not sure what she sees in me, but I’ll do my best to keep her happy.” 

“I think you’re doing just fine.” Neville replied, clapping his shoulder. 

“Malfoy.” George nodded at him, raising his drink in his direction. “I always thought Hermione would be my sister-in-law one day. I suppose I have to let that dream go, eh?” He winked at him as he tossed back his drink. 

Draco’s jaw clenched as his traitorous mind thought about the fact that Hermione had dated and slept with not one, but two Weasleys. He wasn’t… jealous, per se. But it wasn’t his favourite thing to think about. He was starting to regret inviting one to his party.

Neville nudged George and shook his head. 

“Oh sorry, is Ronnikens and Charlie a bit of a sore subject?” George asked, eyes gleaming with amusement. 

“Tell me, Weasley. Would you like to hear about your wife’s previous sex life?” Draco quipped back. 

George paled slightly before grinning again. “Touché. I would not. Fine fine, I’ll avoid mentioning it again.” 

Theo and Blaise joined the conversation and led them onto lighter topics. They gathered around a table which sat next to the balcony wall, which allowed them to overlook the rest of the club. Draco could see bodies dancing together, with little to no room between them. It wasn’t his scene, but he knew Theo would go down there and have a good time. 

To be honest, Draco didn’t want to be here. He enjoyed spending time with his friends, sure. But drunken night outs didn’t appeal to him anymore, not now that he had Hermione. He resigned himself to try and enjoy the night as much as possible, while his mind wandered to the witch he’d rather be with. 

Hermione stumbled through the floo, Harry’s arm around her waist as he helped her reach her destination. While Hermione was beyond impaired, Harry had paced himself enough so he could safely deliver Hermione back to her fiancé. 

The night had been a massive success. When Hermione and Harry first arrived at the upscale club Harry had chosen, they were immediately ushered into a private room — much like the other boys had been in across town. Unlike the boys, Harry and the girls very much took part in the dancing. 

Hermione’s feet ached from hours of jumping around the dance floor, but her heart was full and she was thrilled to have spent the night with her friends, celebrating her upcoming wedding. 

The night brought her closer to the three girls in attendance. She had grown apart from Ginny since Hermione’s breakup with Ron all those years ago, and the night solidified their renewed promise to rectify their friendship. 

Luna was as whimsical as ever and though she insisted there was an extreme nargles infestation at the club, she was easily distracted and proved to be a wonderful dance partner. 

Pansy rounded out their group and Hermione was happy to say it mended some of the bridges Hermione had burned with her behaviour earlier in the year. They ended the night firm in their future as friends.

Hermione couldn’t be more grateful for Harry — her best friend, her closest confidant after Draco. He made sure Hermione was always having fun, staying hydrated, and keeping safe. She knew she was in the most capable hands, though there was always the thought in the back of her mind that she couldn’t wait to get back home to Draco. 

Now that she’d made it home, all she wanted was her bed and her fiancé. Harry hushed her, willing her to stay quiet just in case Draco was already asleep. 

It was all for naught though, as moments after they arrived Draco came striding out into the living room. 

“Draco!” Hermione whisper-yelled. She launched herself at him and knew he’d catch her — which he did, all while trying to hold back his laughter. 

“Did you have a good time, baby?” Draco asked, smiling down at her. 

“Oh yes, it was great. We drank, we danced! Oh and Pansy and I are best friends now, yes we are.” Hermione giggled, holding her hand over her mouth. 

Draco’s lips twitched as he looked up and made eye contact with a fairly sober Harry Potter. 

“Thanks for getting her home safely, Potter. I’ve got it from here. Theo should be waiting for you at home.” 

Harry nodded once. “Sounds good. Later, Malfoy. Bye Hermione, love you.” 

“I love you too Harry Potter!” She grinned at Draco. “That’s my best friend right there. I love him. Though I love you more.” She landed a sloppy kiss on Draco’s lips which he eagerly responded to as he continued to hold in his laughter. 

“I love you too. Let’s get you to bed, darling.” Draco lifted Hermione into his arms and proceeded to carry her to the bedroom. 

Once there, he laid her gently on the bed as he began removing her shoes. Deciding he didn’t want to jostle her too much, he waved his wand over her clothes to transfigure her dress into a sleep shirt so she should would be more comfortable. He pulled the covers over her before crawling over her and slipping under the blankets on his own side. He pulled her close to his side, kissing her forehead. 

“Get some sleep.” He murmured, though by her gentle snores he knew she was already asleep. 

His own night had ended a couple hours previously, though he was far more sober than his fiancee. He’d managed to pace himself as he tried to enjoy the night. They ended up playing several rounds of poker as a way to entertain themselves and though Draco lost quite a lot, he did end up having a fairly good time. 

He was more than happy to call it a night earlier than Theo maybe wanted him to, and the men broke up the party shortly before midnight. He floo’d home, showered off the smell of the club, and settled himself to wait for Hermione to come home. 

Now, with her safely ensconced in his arms, he allowed himself to drift off with thoughts of their wedding. He was counting down the days in which he would get to see his witch at the end of the aisle.

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December 15, 2006

“I can’t believe this is your last night as a Granger.” Harry said. They sat at a round table with all their friends, enjoying a meal after their wedding rehearsal earlier that day. Food was long gone and the group were indulging in some drinks before parting for the night. 

Hermione laughed. “I’ll always be a Granger in my heart. But I’m rather excited to become a Malfoy.” She squeezed Draco’s hand which rested in her lap. 

“Will you survive without her tonight?” Theo asked, smirking at his best friend. 

Draco glared in response. “I’m not thrilled about sleeping alone, but I respect Hermione’s wish to spend the night apart.” 

Hermione leaned in and kissed his cheek. “It will make tomorrow more special, I promise. The next time you’ll see me, I’ll be the one in white.” 

“I’ll be waiting for you.” He promised, stealing a kiss. 

Pansy cleared her throat and raised her glass. “I’d like to propose a toast to Granger and Draco. I know I haven’t been the most supportive, but I promise that’s in the past. You two are made for each other, and I wish you both all the happiness.” 

“Cheers!” 

“Thank you Pansy, that’s really sweet.” Hermione smiled at her. Her gaze drifted to the others in the group and for a moment, she felt a pang of regret over Ron’s absence. 

Ron struggled with the news of their engagement and in the sixth months since, she hadn’t heard from him even once. She had sent him a letter a couple of months ago asking to meet, but he ignored her. Still, she was hoping he would attend the wedding. While she knew they would never be close again, he was still one of her oldest friends and she wanted his support. 

She smiled as she watched Blaise and Luna talking quietly, his arm around her shoulders. Blaise might have said they were taking their relationship slow, but she wouldn’t be surprised if an engagement was imminent. 

Neville and Pansy’s wedding was set for early summer next year, and while she was looking forward to it, she could admit to herself she was relieved Pansy didn’t ask Draco to be in her wedding party. Hermione knew the pair were just friends, but there’s just something about their friendship that didn’t sit right with Hermione. Knowing Draco and Pansy had slept together, even the one time, made Hermione uncomfortable. She knew it was a bit hypocritical considering her friendship with Ron, but she also knew that after her and Ron broke up, their friendship took a nose dive and never really recovered. So while Draco and Pansy continued to be the best of friends, Ron was now only an old friend she occasionally saw. 

Though it also amused him, Draco admitted to her that he found her jealousy incredibly attractive — as long as she didn’t take it too far. And she wouldn’t — she had no intention of forcing him to choose between his friend and her as long as Pansy behaved herself. 

Her relationship with Pansy was significantly better after her hen do the previous month. She had grabbed lunch with her several times and could finally consider Pansy an actual friend. So though she harboured some feelings of jealousy toward the witch, she did her best to ignore them. 

Ginny was also missing tonight. While she had had a wonderful time with her at her party, Hermione didn’t feel they were close enough to warrant an invitation to their rehearsal dinner. She, along with a smattering of Weasleys, would be in attendance at the wedding and for that, she was grateful. 

She sighed happily, leaning into Draco who slung an arm around her. “I will miss you tonight, though. It’s been a while since I’ve slept alone.” 

“April.” He said immediately, wincing slightly. They didn’t like to discuss their two weeks apart, though sometimes it was brought up in casual conversation. 

Her face softened as she cup his cheek. “That’s right. It was a miserable time. Hopefully tonight won’t be quite so painful.” 

Draco pressed his forehead against hers. “It won’t be, because I know I’ll see you tomorrow and every day after that for the rest of our lives.” 

They spent a few quiet moments together before the group decided it was time to head home for the night. Hermione would be spending the night at Harry and Theo’s while Draco had the flat to himself. 

They all gathered their belongings and made their way to the floo. Hermione took her time saying goodbye to each of their friends before turning to Draco and slipping her arms around his neck. 

“I love you, Draco.” She smiled at him before bringing his lips to hers. 

“I love you too, Hermione. Get some good sleep.” He leaned closer to her ear. “You won’t be getting any tomorrow night.” He winked as he retreated, kissing her once more before letting her leave. 

As Hermione settled in for the night at Grimmauld Place, she reflected on everything that had occurred in her life to bring her to these moments. Though she’d spent much of the last almost decade alone and missing something, she knew she was exactly where she was meant to be and wouldn’t change those years for anything. After all, had she not been alone all that time, she never would have met Draco again. 

And as she drifted off, she smiled as her dreams replayed her and Draco’s love story throughout the night. 

December 16, 2006

Malfoy Manor, once the home of his youth, the headquarters for Voldemort, and the location of his future wife’s torture, now stood proudly in greeting of the guests arriving for his wedding. 

Draco looked at the gardens in awe as he saw how Narcissa had transformed the area for their big day. There were rows of chairs set up for their guests, with hundreds of flowers lining the aisle on either side. At the end of the aisle stood a flowering archway, twinkling with fairy lights. Beyond the archway, Narcissa had charmed the grounds to be dusted with snow — though the air was distinctly warm, thanks to the warming charms she had scattered throughout. 

Guests were walking about, admiring the grounds and sipping on champagne as they waited for the event to begin. It was half one, and it was almost time to see Hermione. Draco was dressed in a black tuxedo, his tie dyed a soft pink to match Hermione’s bouquet. He was currently hiding from all the guests, including his mother, trying to have a quiet moment to himself before his life changes forever. 

He was stood off to the side out of the way of the other guests when he felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned around and was surprised to see Ron Weasley standing before him. 

He knew Weasley would be at the wedding, but he also knew Hermione hadn’t heard from him in months. Though he had thought Weasley had moved on and he and Draco were alright with each other, it was clear his reaction to their engagement was not positive. 

“Weasley?” Draco asked, raising a brow. It wouldn’t do for him to be antagonistic on his wedding day, so he tried to keep a neutral face. 

“Malfoy. I wanted to say congratulations and uh.. sorry I haven’t been in touch with Hermione before now. I needed to sort out my feelings after I read about the engagement and it just took some time. I wanted to let you know there are no hard feelings from me and see if we could move past our.. differences.” Weasley grimaced at the thought. 

Draco huffed a laugh. “I rather think you should be apologising to Hermione. She was hurt when you didn’t respond to her letter.” 

Weasley sighed and nodded. “I know. I didn’t want to say anything I’d later regret, so I thought it better to not say anything at all. I do plan on it — apologising, that is. Probably not today, but I’ll reach out once you’re back from your honeymoon.” 

Draco studied him for a moment before deciding the redhead was likely being genuine. “I think she’d like that.” He held his hand out. “Thanks, Weasley.” 

Weasley shook his hand in return before nodding and returning to his family. 

It wasn’t too long after when Theo found him and clapped his shoulder. “It’s time, mate. Your bride will be coming out in a couple of minutes.” He and Theo made their way to the end of the aisle, standing next to the Minister that would be marrying them. He gazed out into the audience, smiling at how many people were there to support them. He caught his mother’s eye and smiled brightly at her, holding a hand over his heart to hopefully convey his feelings. 

It felt like he barely blinked and it was time — his breath stopped when he saw Hermione walking toward him, her arm loosely looped around Potter’s. 

She was stunning. 

Her dress was pure white, fitted around the bodice before flaring out at the floor length skirt, and covered in delicate crystals which sparkled as she moved. There were thick straps holding the dress over her shoulders, and the sweetheart neckline gave him a tantalising view as to what awaited him later that night. Her hair was spilling over her shoulders in loose curls and her makeup was light enough to let her natural beauty shine through. 

Her smile though — that’s what did him in. He had never seen Hermione smile so widely, so bright — like her entire world was him and she was all he could see. They locked eyes as her and Potter walked toward him, and he vowed to never look away. 

Once she reached him, she pecked Potter on the cheek before placing her hand in Draco’s and stepping up on the alter to face him. 

“Welcome. We are here to witness the marriage bond between Hermione and Draco today, as well as their soul bond.” The Minister announced, pausing for a moment. 

Gasps were heard throughout the audience and Draco grinned at her — they had successfully kept the news of their soul bonding a secret and besides his mother, Harry and Theo, no one else knew they’d be witnessing a magical soul bonding. 

“Soul bonds are incredibly rare. To choose to permanently bind your soul to another is a true testament to your love for that person. Hermione and Draco have chosen to soul bond today along with their marriage bond. We will complete the marriage bonding first, followed by the soul bond.” The Minister gestured to Draco for his vows. 

“Hermione, just over four years ago, I saw you for the first time again at a wedding similar to this one. It didn’t take me long to realise I wanted to know you, and though it took me a couple of years, I made my way back to London for you. Getting to know you at work confirmed what I already knew — I could fall in love with you. Our relationship hasn’t been perfect, but I wouldn’t change anything. I fell in love with you quickly and knew you were the witch I’d spend the rest of my life with. And today, I will give my soul to you. I vow to love you for the rest of my life and for eternity beyond that. I love you, Hermione.” He lifted her hand to his mouth and gently pressed his lips against her palm. 

“Draco, I knew I was missing something in my life — I’d spent years trying to find that missing piece when you stumbled into my life and made me see where I belonged all along. You are my other half, my soulmate, my best friend. The person I want to see at the end of the long day and have by my side during all of life’s moments. My love for you was quick, but strong and everlasting. I will love you for the rest of my life and in all my lives after. I promise to give my soul and my heart to you, and stand by your side for the rest of time. I love you, Draco Lucius Malfoy, and I’m so proud to be yours.” 

Draco reached up and wiped the tears that were beginning to fall before they reached her cheek. He smiled at her and mouth “I love you” before the Minister pulled out his wand. 

“Please hold hands while I complete the marriage bond.” 

Draco took Hermione’s hand in his and watched in awe as the magic swirled around their arms, binding them together. When it was finished, Draco felt the magic settle in his bones — they were married. They were well and truly married. 

They exchanged wedding bands, Draco’s hand only shaking slightly as he slipped Hermione’s band onto her finger, nestling it up against her engagement ring. His own ring slid smoothly onto his finger, the plain gold band feeling like a welcomed weight on his hand. 

“Now we will complete the soul bonding ritual. Draco and Hermione, please pull out your wands.” 

The Minister directed them to create a small cut on the other’s palm and then hold their hands together, allowing the blood to mix. He wrapped a thin gold cord around their arms, using his own wand to secure the ends of the cord and creating an infinite loop. He then held his wand above their hands and began to chant the binding spell. 

It only took moments before Draco registered the change. It was subtle, but he could feel it clearly — a presence he hadn’t felt before. Instinctually, he knew it was Hermione. He could feel her, her radiating joy and happiness bursting throughout his body. She was a part of him now, and he knew she was feeling the same sensations. 

As the Minister finished, he smiled at the couple — though neither Draco nor Hermione had taken their eyes off each other. “You are now soul bonded. May your love guide you through this life and the next. Draco, you may kiss your bride.” 

Draco didn’t need to be told twice. He pulled Hermione in so she was flush against him and pressed his lips to hers in a searing kiss. Vaguely aware of laughter and catcalls in the background, Draco continued to kiss Hermione until they were both out of breath and had to break apart. He leaned his forehead against hers, his arms slipping around her waist. 

“Hello, wife.” He whispered in her ear. 

Hermione shivered, causing Draco to chuckle. “Did you like that, wife?” 

“Yes, I did, husband.” Hermione purred back. 

Draco groaned and held her for a few more moments before they were ushered off to sign the legal paperwork. Afterward, they reentered the gardens to see it transformed for their reception. The chairs were replaced with round tables, the archway was still there only now there was a head table for them. There was soft music playing and the alcohol was flowing freely. 

It was stunning, really. But Draco only had eyes for his wife. As much as he appreciated the support from their friends and family, he really wanted nothing more than to whisk her away and begin their honeymoon. 

He was taking her away for a month as they traveled throughout Europe. He couldn’t wait to have her all to himself — no work, no social obligations, just the two of them and the adventures they would get up to. 

Draco and Hermione stayed close as they greeted their guests and were led to the dance floor by various partners. When she wasn’t in his arms, Draco’s eyes followed her so he knew where she was at all time. The reception droned on for hours, and it wasn’t until dusk that Draco finally managed to convince Hermione to leave. 

“Thank you all for coming, but I must be taking my wife away now.” Draco announced, his arm wrapped securely around Hermione’s waist. 

Their guests laughed as they offered their congratulations to the happy couple. 

He watched Potter hug Hermione fiercely, whispering something in her ear that Draco couldn’t hear. He watched a hoard of Weasleys — he tried to ignore the fact that two of them had seen his wife naked before — pass her down the line. She said her goodbyes to Luna and Blaise, Pansy and Neville — thanking them all sincerely for their love and support over the past year and a half. 

Theo approached Draco and clapped his shoulder. “You did it, mate. You got the girl.” 

Draco couldn’t help the smile that tugged at his lips. Only Theo had known about Draco’s feelings for Hermione that began the night of his wedding. “I did. And I couldn’t be happier.” 

He turned and gave his friend a rare embrace. “Thanks, Theo. For everything.” 

“Anytime, Draco.” Theo murmured as he returned the hug.

They separated and he found his mother waiting her turn. 

“Draco. I’m so proud of you, my son.” She kissed his cheek before wrapping her arms around him. Draco held his mother, unable to voice his emotions but hoping she felt them anyway. 

“I love you, Mum.” He whispered into her hair. 

“Oh I love you too, Draco. Always.” She cupped his cheeks as he felt Hermione return to his side and slip her arm around his waist. 

Narcissa turned to Hermione and leaned in to kiss her cheek. “Take care of each other. I’ll see you when you get back.” 

They waved to their guests one more time before Draco pulled her in close and disapparated them. Seconds later they landed in a penthouse suite which had been prepared for their arrival. 

“Where are we?” Hermione asked. Draco hadn’t informed her of the plan, opting to keep it a surprise. 

He pulled her flush to his chest. “London. We’ll stay here tonight and then tomorrow afternoon our first portkey will be ready.” 

“And where will that be taking us?” 

He grinned and shook his head. “You’ll see.” 

She huffed, leaning back from him and crossing her arms. “Are you really not going to tell me?” 

He brushed his lips over hers, his hands wandering her gown and planning on how to remove it from her body. “No. Trust me, wife. I promise everything is handled. All you have to do is trust me.” 

Hermione sighed into his arms. “I do. I do trust you, my husband.” 

“My wife.” He murmured, dragging his lips down her throat. “How do I take this dress off?” He whispered as he began shuffling them toward the bedroom. 

They stumbled onto the bed, hands pulling at clothes and mouths fused together. He grabbed his wand and used it to gently remove her wedding dress, sending it to the closet to avoid ruin. He groaned at the sight of her white lingerie — a lacy bra and knickers set that looked positively sinful. 

“I’m going to ravish you all night long, my beautiful, stunning, exquisite wife.” 

“Draco.” Hermione begged, her breath coming out in short bursts as she watched him remove his own clothes. 

It only took moments before they were both naked and as they came together, marking their first time as husband and wife, Draco held Hermione’s body so close to his that there was no beginning or end to either of them — they were one. Just like their souls had been bound, their bodies were bound together, and he knew, he knew the rest of their lives were only just beginning. 

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May 27, 2008

“DRACO!” Hermione shouted from their bathroom floor. She was sitting against the clawfoot tub, the cool tiles beneath her harsh on the backs of her thighs. 

Shortly after they had returned from their honeymoon, Draco surprised her with their house. He had purchased the estate just before they were married, wanting to offer her a proper home to raise their family someday. Hermione at first had been livid — who buys a house without talking to their partner first? But after they had their first row of marriage, she calmed down and began to see the grand gesture. 

Now, she couldn’t imagine them raising a family anywhere else. It was a modest house, to Malfoy standards anyway, but in no way was it small. It boasted five bedrooms, two offices, a library, a parlour, and two living spaces. The grounds were large enough for a Quidditch Pitch — though Draco had yet to convince Hermione of its necessity. There were no neighbours to be seen and they had complete privacy. 

The estate was located in the countryside of Wiltshire, near Malfoy Manor. While Hermione had never considered living outside of London, she was now happy to be away from the city and looked forward to the time when their house was filled with the noise and joy of their future children. 

They had always planned on waiting a bit before starting their family. Draco wanted to enjoy their time as a married couple before they added to the mix. The reality was a bit different though. In the year and a half since they married, they had discussed children numerous times. It didn’t take as long as they thought it would for them to be ready — they both wanted to be parents and they were now eager to get started. 

Hermione wasn’t sure exactly when the change occurred, but she did remember when they began trying — the night of their first anniversary. Hermione’s present to Draco was that she had stopped taking her contraceptive potion and if he wanted, they could begin trying for a baby that night. 

Oh, Draco wanted. All. Night. Long. And ever since, their couplings had an underlying desire for something more. Hermione tried not to be too disappointed when her monthlies continued to appear time and time again. After all, even a healthy couple can take years to get pregnant. 

But Hermione was undeterred. They would persevere and one day, their dreams would come true. 

And that day was today. 

Draco came bounding into the bathroom, almost slipping on the tile as he slid into the room. “What is it? Hermione are you okay? Why are you on the floor?” He dropped to his knees next to her, searching for any sign of visible injuries. 

Hermione’s hands shook as she lifted the object and held it out for Draco to see. 

His eyes dropped to what Hermione held and his brows furrowed. “Is that…?” 

Hermione nodded, her eyes filling with tears as a smile threatened to take over her face. “It is.” 

“Does that mean…? Hermione are we…?” Draco’s face was filled with trepidation. He was just as excited as she was to become parents, but he held his feelings a bit closer as to not put any pressure on her. 

“Yes, Draco. We’re going to be parents.” She rose to her knees, sitting back on her heels. 

Draco didn’t waste another moment before sweeping her into his arms. “Oh my darling. You’re pregnant. You’re pregnant? We’re going to have a baby?” 

Hermione laughed as she buried her face into his neck, his familiar scent bringing a sense of comfort she could find no where else. “Yes, we’re going to have a baby. I’m pregnant, Draco. I’m pregnant.” 

They held each other for an age before Draco deciding it was time to begin fussing over her and helped her to standing. 

“Draco, I’m barely pregnant. There’s no need to fuss.” Hermione’s lips quirked in amusement as he tried to shuffle her to the bed and insist she rest. 

“Nonsense, you don’t need to lift a finger for the next nine months.” Draco tutted. 

Hermione laughed, but she allowed him to tuck her into their bed, knowing he needed to take care of her. “That will get old rather quickly, I’m sure.” 

He fluffed the pillows around her and made sure she had extra blankets — despite the rising temperatures outside, they kept their house cool. He kissed her forehead before walking away. Just as she thought he would leave the bedroom for her to nap alone, he moved to his side of the bed and slipped under the covers, pulling her close to his chest and wrapping his arm around her waist. 

“I love you so much, Hermione.” He brushed his hand across her abdomen and she could’ve sworn she felt a distant fluttering inside, though she knew it was too soon for that. 

“Oh I love you too, Draco. You’re going to be an amazing daddy.” She laid her face against his chest, listening to the steady heartbeat that soothed her soul. 

She could feel his elated emotions, the fate underlying fear of becoming a father, and his eternal gratitude to her, his wife, his soulmate, his best friend. She held him tighter as she closed her eyes and drifted to sleep, with nothing but thoughts of their baby filling her mind. 

January 11, 2009

“You are never fucking touching me again, Malfoy.” Hermione seethed as she paced around their living room. Her swollen belly, days overdue, hung painfully in front of her, as if it wasn’t even attached to her anymore. It was as if it were someone else’s body, certainly not hers — hers would never betray her like this. 

Draco bit his cheek in an attempt to stifle his laughter. “Of course, Mrs. Malfoy. I will make sure to remind you of that the next time you’re begging me to make you scream.” He was lounging on the sofa, watching her with a relaxed posture, though she knew he was anything but. 

Her hospital bag was packed and waiting for them by the floo. It had been for weeks, just in case. But baby Malfoy was as stubborn as both of their parents — and thus far has refused to make an entrance into the world, despite Hermione’s due date being several days prior. 

It wasn’t time to panic yet, according to her Healers. If her water didn’t break in the next three days, she would need to be induced. The last thing Hermione wanted was medical intervention, so she was doing everything she could think of to motivate labour. 

She narrowed her eyes at her husband, mildly entertaining sending him a stinging hex. But no, she needed him to be alert in case her water broke. Bloody wanker. 

“I assure you, Malfoy, there will be no begging happening whatsoever, unless I am begging to murder you.” She raised her chin indignantly as she resume her pacing (more like waddling, if you asked Draco, which she was not thank you very much). 

“Love, why don’t I get you something to eat? It could be a while yet and you’ve not eaten enough today.” Draco offered hesitantly. 

Hermione blew out a breath and tried to remain calm before responding. “Everything gives me heartburn. There’s no point in trying to feed this child anything, they don’t like it.” She shuffled to the sofa and gracelessly fell beside him. Automatically, he lifted his arm and helped her tuck into his side. “I just want it to be over.” She whined, letting her head fall against his shoulder. 

“I know darling. Soon, soon. But in the meantime, you do need to eat. Even if it’s something light. You need your strength, love.” Draco smoothed her hair before he let out a strangled noise. “Uh, Hermione? I think your water broke.” 

Hermione huffed a laugh. “Yeah fucking right.” 

Draco stood and held his hands out to her. “Love, either your water broke or you wet yourself. Look down.” 

She braved a peek and gasped when she saw the water spot under her bum. “Draco!” She cried, grasping his hands and allowing him to pull her to stand. “It’s time. Let’s go.” 

Draco brought her lips to his. “I love you, Hermione. Let’s go have a baby.” 

Several hours later

After getting Hermione to the hospital and admitted into a room, Draco set out to inform their friends and family the exciting news. Within a couple hours, the waiting room was filled with guests anxiously waiting to welcome baby Malfoy. 

Though Draco was certain they were having a boy, they had decided not to find out the sex until birth. So Draco didn’t know who he was about to meet — a son or a daughter. He thought he would feel more nervous, but he was strangely calm. The love of his life was about to deliver their first child and he couldn’t wait to begin this next adventure with her. 

He did his best to support Hermione while she breathed through her contractions, paced her room, and barked orders at the mediwitches and Healers who attempted to help her. 

Healers make the worst patients, truly. 

When it was time for her to push, Draco held her hand and tried not to wince when she gripped so hard he was sure she’d break something. Nothing mattered as much as what she was doing right now — nothing was more important. 

His heart stopped when he heard the first cry. 

“Mr and Mrs Malfoy, you have a son.” The Healer announced, smiling widely. After cleaning him up with a wave of their wand, they bundled their son in a blue receiving blanket and placed him in Hermione’s arms. 

Their son. 

His son. 

He had a son. 

“Merlin, Hermione. He’s beautiful. You did so well, love.” He kissed her sweaty forehead, pushing her curls out of her face before cupping the cheek of their child. “I love you so much.” 

Hermione grinned at him, leaning over to capture his lips. “I love you too, Draco.” 

“Do you still like the name?” He asked her as he ran his thumb through his son’s platinum blonde curls. 

Hermione nodded. “Scorpius Draco Malfoy.” 

“Hi Scorpius. I’m your daddy, this is your mummy. We both love you very much.” He bent down to kiss his son’s temple. 

“He’s so perfect, Draco. Thank you. Thank you for giving me this.” Hermione snuggled closer to Scorpius before shifting slightly to allow Draco to hop on the bed with them. He enveloped them both in his arms, holding them close. 

“Anytime, love. Scorp will need sibling, of course.” He winked at her as he slung his arm around her shoulders. 

“Draco Malfoy, don’t you dare.” She scolded, glaring at him. 

Chuckling, he kissed her forehead again and continued to stare at their son. “Yes, dear.” 

If someone told him over three years ago that this is where he would end up, he wouldn’t have believed them for a second. But now, with his beautiful wife, his soulmate, and his newborn son in his arms, he couldn’t imagine a better future. 

Although, maybe another kid or two wouldn’t hurt. 

June 14, 2011

“I really fucking hate you, you know that?” Hermione screamed at Draco, thankful Scorpius wasn’t in the room with them. It wouldn’t do for her two-year-old to listen to his mummy kill his daddy. 

Draco sighed at her. “Yes, dear.” 

She narrowed her eyes at him. “Don’t condescend me, Malfoy. You did this to me. Again. After I explicitly told you not to touch me again.” 

Draco couldn’t help it — he chuckled. She threw a pillow at his head. 

She had been in labour for over five hours and their twins seemed to be content to just stay burrowed inside her belly. This pregnancy had been smooth, smoother than her previous one, but so far her labour was worse. Far worse. Though perhaps it’s because she’s carrying two babies instead of one? 

She didn’t really care right now — she just wanted them evicted. 

“Now, now love. Do you really think you could’ve survived without my cock for two and a half years?” Draco raised a brow, crossing his arms. He was sitting in the visitor’s chair while she waddled around the room — a very familiar scene. 

She growled at him but refused to dignify that with an answer. Before she could yell at him again, she doubled over in pain, causing him to shoot up and reach for her. He let her lean into him, carrying her body weight as best he could.

The Healer came in at that moment and clapped their hands. “Well Mrs Malfoy, let’s see if it’s time to meet the twins, yeah?” 

Draco helped Hermione get settled on the bed and held her hand as the Healer checked her progress. She let her head fall backward, resting her eyes for a moment before the next contraction hit. 

“I think it’s time! On your next contraction, I want you to push for me.” 

The next several minutes were an absolute blur — Hermione did her best to breathe through the pain, as she pushed their first baby out. When she heard the first scream, she slumped back, desperate for a moment of relaxation. But then she was reminded — there were two babies inside her and one more needed to come out. 

It took almost an hour, but before she knew it, her two little girls were swaddled and resting in the crook of each of her arms. Draco was lying on the bed next to her, one arm around her shoulder and the other protecting wrapped around his girls. 

“I forgive you.” She murmured, nuzzling her head into the side of Draco’s neck. 

He grinned before kissing her head. “I know you do, darling. They’re worth it, right?” 

“Mmm, they are. Lyra Narcissa and Cassiopeia Jean. They’re perfect, Draco.” 

“You’re perfect, Hermione. I love you and our family so much. I will do everything I can to make sure you and our children have the most fulfilling life.” He rested his head on top of hers, tugging her a little closer. 

A knock roused them and Draco smiled as Narcissa opened the door and Scorpius came running inside. 

“Mummy! Daddy! My sisters are here?” Scorpius asked, jumping up and down. 

Draco swung his legs onto the ground and crouched down to get on Scorp’s level. “They are. Would you like to meet them?” 

Scorpius nodded frantically before reaching his arms around for his daddy’s neck. Draco picked him up and settled them back on the bed. 

“Scorpius, meet Lyra and Cassie.” Draco said.

Scorpius’s jaw dropped as he leaned in close. “So small.” 

Hermione chuckled as she adjusted so he could see his sisters better. “You were this small too, once.”

He shook his head. “No, not me.” 

Draco and Hermione glanced at each other and shared a secret smile before shaking their own heads. 

Hermione sighed happily before calling over to Narcissa. “Would you like to meet your granddaughters?” She asked, smiling at her mother-in-law. 

She had become the most wonderful grandmother. The only one her children will have, she took the job very seriously. She spoiled Scorpius, not only in gifts, but in love. She knew the same would go for her twins. 

Narcissa reached for one of her daughters and beamed. “Hello, little one. I’m your grandma.” 

“This one is Lyra. Lyra Narcissa.” Hermione said softly. 

Narcissa looked at Hermione and Draco and tears filled her eyes. “Oh my darlings. Lyra. Hello, Lyra.” She cooed. 

After a few moments, Narcissa handed Lyra to Draco and then lifted Cassie. 

“This one is Cassiopeia Jean, though we’ll call her Cassie.” Hermione gave her a tired smile as Scorpius snuggled into her side and watched Draco holding Lyra. 

“Hello, Cassie. You’re beautiful. They’re beautiful Hermione and Draco. Just absolutely beautiful.” Narcissa murmured through her tears. 

Hermione leaned her head back against the hospital pillow and let her eyes close. Her family, her beautiful, wonderful family, was surrounding her and she had never felt more loved. She could feel Draco’s fingers absentmindedly twisting in her hair, Scorpius’ little shoes were pressing against her thigh, and her twin daughters were cooing in their father and grandmother’s arms. 

All was well. 

September 1, 2020

The day had come — his firstborn, his son, was leaving them today; ready to take Hogwarts by storm and start his own journey. It was bittersweet. Draco and Hermione were immensely proud of Scorpius and knew he would go on to do great things, but the thought of him not being around every day was a tough pill to swallow. 

Draco sighed to himself as he watched the platform fill in with students and families. They had gotten there early, of course, so he didn’t see anyone else waiting quite yet. 

The twins were busy chatting to each other, Merlin only knew what they were up to. Scorpius was being held by his wife, who was hastily holding back tears. 

Draco knew Hermione would struggle today. While they both knew they would still have their hands full with Lyra and Cassie, there was a special bond with their son that would be impossible to replace. 

He slipped his arm around Hermione’s waist, pressing a kiss to her hair. “Shh, darling. It’s going to be alright.” He whispered into her ear. 

Hermione took a deep breath before releasing Scorpius and stepping further into Draco’s side. “Promise me you’ll write every day?” 

“Mum, I’ll write once a week, okay? I promise.” Scorpius at least had the smarts to not roll his eyes, though Draco was sure it was implied. 

Before Hermione could protest, they heard the cacophony of people headed their way. Blaise and Luna’s daughter, Luella, would be joining Scorpius in his first year. Adrian Pucey strolled along, his daughter Jean walking aside him — she’d be entering her third year. 

Pansy and Neville had opted not to come today — they had two young boys who weren’t old enough to attend and would make a scene if they weren’t allowed to get on the train. 

Potter and Theo rounded out their group along with their son, James. They had him via surrogate a couple of years after Scorpius was born so he’d be remaining behind as well. 

“Scorp! Are you excited?” Potter asked, pulling him in for a quick hug. 

“Yes, Uncle Harry.” Scorpius replied. His serious tone indicated he was not in the mood for his uncles antics — and honestly, who could blame him? 

Theo ruffled his hair before chuckling. “You’ll do fine. Make sure to write to us too — we might even send you sweets if you behave.” 

Scorpius glared at him. “Uncle Theo, please don’t touch my hair. And sweets rot your teeth.” 

Potter and Theo huffed a laugh as they looked at Hermione, who shrugged. “I’m not sure where he gets it.” She deadpanned. 

“Darlings! I’m here! So sorry I’m late.” Narcissa was gracefully hurrying along the platform to reach them. She swept the girls into a tight hug before moving onto Scorpius. 

“Grandma!” Lyra and Cassie said together. “Can we come over tonight?” 

Draco chuckled and squeezed his wife’s hip who moved a hand to her face to cover her own laughs. 

“Hmm, I think I can manage that. A sleepover with just us girls? I bet your mummy and daddy would appreciate a night alone.” Narcissa sent them a wink. 

“Actually—“ Hermione started before Draco pulled her into a kiss. 

“Let’s just enjoy the night, hmm? We can finish what we started in the shower this morning.” He murmured into her ear, grazing his hand down her hip and subtly around the curve of her arse. 

Hermione shivered before relenting. “Oh fine. But I expect a good performance to distract me from loneliness.” 

“Oh my love, I’ll make sure you can’t even remember your own name.” He teased, nipping at her ear.

“Ugh, can you two not? You’re so gross.” Scorpius wrinkled his nose before turning to his sisters and giving them a hug and a kiss on their cheeks. “Behave while I’m gone, alright? I’m not going to be there to get you out of trouble.” 

Lyra gasped. “We don’t get into trouble!” 

Cassie stuck her nose up at him. “Yeah we don’t need you around, you know.” 

Scorpius sighed before pinching the bridge of his nose. “Come here, you demons.” He pulled them into a hug and Draco smiled as he watched his girls fight tears as their older brother whispered in their ears. 

“We love you Scorp,” Lyra and Cassie said through their tears. Scorpius kissed the top of each of their heads once more. 

“I love you too. I’ll see you at Christmas.” Scorpius turned to face his parents one last time. 

“We love you too, darling. We’ll miss you.” Hermione said sadly, embracing him once more. Draco enveloped the two of them and ignored the world around them. 

They stood there for several moments before it was time for him to be off. After a final round of hugs from everyone, Scorpius made his way to the train with Luella and Jean. He swung his neck around and waved goodbye before stepping onto the Hogwarts Express. 

Draco gathered all three of his girls into his arms. He leaned into Hermione’s ear and whispered, “Thank you, my love. For this beautiful family.” 

Hermione looked up and smiled before kissing his lips. “Thank you for being mine.” 

Draco grinned at her. “Mine.” 

She was his. 

He was hers. 

This family was theirs. 

As they left the station alone, their girls leaving with Narcissa, Draco couldn’t help but reminisce on their life together. 

Just over fifteen years together, and Draco still couldn’t believe she was his wife. He had found the woman he would live the rest of his life with, and every life for the rest of time — and all because of a first date they both took a chance on. 

In the end, she was the best thing that had ever been his.