Disclaimer, all characters, settings, etc, are the copyright of JK Rowling and Bloomsbury Publishing. She was the writer who put together the wonderful world of Harry Potter not me, I just like to borrow that world every so often so that I can have a little fun.

This is Writen only for Adults, That means people over eighteen years old. It was a short one shot I wrote a while back when I was still angry with JK for the seventh book ( that was before I found a satisfactory home for the book at the bottom of my trash can)

Thanks to the Malfoys.

In what was left of Malfoy Manor living room.

Draco Malfoy sat watching his father checking his watch, he could not help laughing out loud as his father said in his best sneering voice "The spell should ware off sometime in the next fifteen minutes."

Draco turned to look at his mother who was also having a chuckle at what they had done "Draco dear that was one of the best plans you ever came up with." Narcissa said as she calmed a little.

Draco rubbed his hands together "It's a shame we can't be there to witness their faces when they find out, and I would love to be a fly on the wall when they try too tell the blood traitors and all hell breaks loose."

Hogwarts castle in Scotland.

The huge search for Harry Potter and Hermione Granger was just entering its second day, even though no one was exactly sure when the two teens had gone missing. They all knew it had to have been some hours after Harry had finally destroyed Voldemort in the great hall five days earlier. After the battle with Voldemort and his minions Harry, Ron, and Hermione were extremely tired after all they had been through, they had all quietly retired to the Gryffindor tower to get some much needed sleep.

Ron had woken up just before lunch the following day. Without giving it much thought he decided that Harry must have woken earlier and had simply left him to sleep on. It was not until the third day after they had won the battle, the crowd had thinned out and as everyone left in the castle sat down for the evening meal, Ron finally realised he had not seen his best friends for quite some time, he thought that it had been over 48 hours in fact. He had been so busy helping his family with their grief over the death of Fred that he had not noticed they were missing.

When Ron had asked where they were, others around him began to realise that they had not seen the teens either, they had all been too caught up in the clear up the of mess left after the death of the most evil wizard they had ever heard of. It took just a few minutes for a mild panic to take over Ron and the remaining Weasleys. Harry and Hermione were missing. Ron ran up to the Gryffindor boys dorms and grabbed Harry's marauders map. Neither of his best friends were shown to be in the castle.

Ron had been so anxious about Hermione that he had almost forgotten all about Harry. The main thing on his mind had been the kiss that Hermione had given him just before the main battle. He needed to know if she truly did feel the same way he did. He had fallen for her during their fourth year and had never had the nerve to tell her, until that kiss that is, at the time he had been too stunned to say a single word about it. Now he was getting frantic as different thoughts ran through his mind, were they together, had they been captured by death eaters, had they run off together, did something happen in the tent when he left them alone for all those weeks? These and many more questions kept running through his mind.

The Three Broomsticks pub.

Madam Rosemerta smiled to her self as she passed by the locked door. Harry Potter and his long time friend Hermione Granger had rented the room three days before and had not come back out since; she had a good idea as to why from the way they had been acting when they arrived. Harry had had his arm around the girl and a huge smile on his face. Rosemerta noticed the cause of his smile as he signed for the room and asked that she keep their stay secret. Hermione had her hand in Harry's trouser pocket and was obviously playing with something.

Malfoy Manor

Lucius looked at his wife and a grin spread across his face, "That slipping your hand in my pocket was pure brilliance dear," he said as he leaned over and kissed her cheek.

Draco gave his mother an enquiring look and she chuckled a little before she answered his unasked question. "When your father was booking the room at the Three Broomsticks, I thought it would be more convincing if the mudblood had her hand in his pants and was playing with his little John Thomas," she managed before she burst out laughing at the look her son was giving her.

The Shrieking Shack outside Hogsmeade.

Harry Potter and Hermione Granger began to stir at the same time. They both woke at the same time, and at the same time they both realised that they were completely naked and that he was spooning her, his left hand firmly cupping and playing with her right breast, his rather large hard manhood poking into her back.

As soon as they realised the situation they were in they sprang apart as though they had both been burnt, "HARRY! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING IN MY BED?" Hermione screamed at him making him flinch from the volume.

Harry sat up in the bed looking like the proverbial fish out of water as he stared at the extremely sexy and extremely naked body of his best friend. In all the time he had known her, he had never consciously noticed just how shapely she was. He had known for a very long time that if she had not been attracted to their mutual best friend Ron he himself could quite easily have fallen in love with her. As he sat there and stared at her he realised he had been completely wrong, there was no 'could have fallen in love'.

He had been in love with her since he had begun to notice girls were different, it was just that until that very moment he had never realised it, up to then he did not recognise his own feelings. Now he chastised himself for not knowing, and cursed the people who had been his guardians for never teaching him what love was.

He stared at her nakedness, noticed she kept her pubic hair trimmed and tidy, he could see quite clearly defined the two folds of skin that he so wanted to reach out and touch. His eyes rose to take in her pert breast, they were just how he like them, perfectly shaped and sized, just perfect to fill his hands, the two pink nipples were still standing proud from his having held them in his hands.

Finally taking a deep breath Harry forced his eyes from her beautiful body and onto her face where he found the most beautiful chocolate and amber coloured eyes he had ever seen were narrowed in anger as she stared at him with a seriously angry look on her face.

"I asked a question Potter, what the hell are you playing at?" Hermione shouted at him as he gaped around the dingy room as he tried and failed to keep from looking at her body.

When she had not received an answer she began to register in her mind how he was looking at her, his eyes were full of desire and dare she believe it 'Love'. His face had turned crimson as he looked at her so she finally looked down at herself, and instantly knew why his little Harry was standing so large and obviously very stiff and throbbing to his heart beat.

Her best friend Harry Potter had an erection and she had been the cause of it. Harry falling for her had been her dream for years, but just last year she had finally given up on him ever liking her that way and turned her attention to Ron. Still him standing there looking at her like that did not explain why he was in her bed.

She lifted her eyes slowly from his rather larger than normal manhood and looked at him. She wondered why he was looking around her with a truly confused look on his face and her eyes followed his gaze. She recognised the room they were in straight away, she also recognised the clothes that were draped across the dusty chair to her right, they were in the old shack and those were the clothes she had been wearing yesterday when Harry finally killed Riddle in the great hall battle.

With their backs to each other Harry and Hermione both picked up their underwear only to feel the familiar tug behind the navel of a portkey. Seconds later they both landed on a bed in another room. Above them in large garishly bright lettering hung a banner with the words, 'welcome Mr Harry and Mrs Hermione Potter,'

They both stared at the banner in stunned silence until an alarm went off to their left. Both of them turned to look and saw what appeared to be several pieces of paper and parchment that were glowing a faint shade of blue due to an alarm spell. Slowly the glow around the documents faded and Harry reached for them without thinking. Picking up the first piece of paper he stared at the Muggle marriage certificate that named him as the Groom and Hermione as the Bride. Under the certificate there was a thick parchment that carried the official ministry seal and it too was a wedding certificate, verifying that they had married in a muggle ceremony and that it had been magically accepted and registered as a legal marriage in their Ministry records.

Beneath the parchment were several photographs of them getting married, some of which had two complete strangers in them as well as what looked like a clergyman of some sort, there was even a close up of their wedding rings newly situated on their fingers. Harry stared at the pictures while Hermione was still staring at the paperwork.

Harry quickly realised he felt no regret what so ever about being married to Hermione, even if he could not remember anything after going to bed in his old dormitory what seemed to be just last night, though it was obvious to him that it could not have been just last night. He studied the photographs for a while knowing that there was something not quite right with them but not being able to see what it was that was bothering him.

Neither of them looked to be drunk or under a curse or potion, their eyes where clear with no tell tale signs of the imperious charm or of alcohol in them, in fact they both looked extremely happy especially when they shared a kiss. He was about to hand the photos to the naked girl next to him when he noticed from the corner of his eye what was wrong with them. The Harry in the photo had a ring on his third finger of his right hand, from what he could see of it, it looked like a family ring, similar too but different than the Potter family ring. Harry checked all the pictures but there was not one clear shot of the ring, there was no way of telling which family ring it was although he felt sure he had seen it before, if he could just remember where.

"We were polyjuiced," he said as he pointed the ring out to Hermione, "Someone used polyjuice to look like us and get married, I imagine who ever did this has copies of these photo's."

Malfoy Manor.

Narcissa Malfoy smiled as she remembered the fun she had had pointing her wand and removing the clothes from the two teens and turning them into portkeys after Lucius had gone to check that the coast was clear for them to leave the Shrieking shack.

Flashback.

'She felt just a tinge of jealousy for the Granger girl who would very soon be Potters wife. Who would have thought that Potter who always looked small and half starved would have such a huge John Thomas? She wished for a moment that she and Lucius had time to have sex while they were still polyjuiced. It would have made a pleasant change for her to have someone well above average instead of the tiny well below average that was her husband, putting the thought aside she made her way out of the shack and together with Lucius she apparated to the local town.

End Flashback.

Looking up at the old grandfather clock as it chimed she wondered what the reactions of their two former enemies were when they woke. They would be awake by now and if they had rushed to get dressed to cover up their embarrassment they would have gabbed one of the portkeys and be sitting naked on the bed in the room at the Three Broomsticks with only what ever piece of clothing they had picked up.

The Three Broomsticks

Hermione studied the pictures and then the signatures on the marriage certificate; they were either excellent forgeries or magically transferred because even she could see nothing wrong with them, both signatures were perfect.

"Well Harry like it or not, we seem to be married, and I don't see a way out of it. You do know that there is no divorce in wizarding law, once married you are married for life," she said as she tried to cover herself with her arm and the documents she held in her hands.

Harry finally looked up at her eyes and grumbled under his breath. Hermione smiled as she heard every word he said. She had expected him to be angry and to storm around yelling about what someone had done to him and that Ginny was going to hit the roof, instead he had simply mumbled. "Best sight I ever had in my entire life and she goes and hides it with that parchment."

Hermione was about to ask him what he wanted to do but one glance downward told her exactly what he wanted to do. 'Well we are married' she told herself as she slowly uncovered herself to him.

Nearly two and a half hours later as Harry exploded inside her for the third time Hermione vaguely remembered the contraception charm before she herself was lost to yet another raging out of control orgasm that had her screaming his name yet again.

They both seemed insatiable as they started on their fourth love making session, just thirty minutes later. As she felt him slide slowly and easily inside her, she once again remembered the contraception charm "Harry, I think we might well have more than just a wedding certificate to remind us about today," she said between gasps as he pushed himself fully inside her.

"Huh?" was his less than intelligent answer.

"Well you have filled me with your seed three times already and neither of us thought of the contraception charm," she told him as he began to move inside her.

Harry suddenly felt panicked and started to pull away from her, but she had already decided it was to late for that so she wrapped her legs around him and held him buried inside her "Its too late to worry now Harry, please don't stop, please," she said as she began to thrust her hips up at him.

The following morning as they waited in their room for Rosemerta to bring them some clothes, having claimed theirs had gone missing sometime over the past few hours, Harry noticed that there was a photograph actually stuck to the underside of the parchment they had received. He had to peel it off carefully as it had stuck as though it had been wet when the parchment was placed on top of it.

After a very quick study of the photo they both knew who had engineered their wedding. In the picture Harry was standing smiling at Hermione, his arm draped casually over her shoulders, the right hand was clearly visible as was the Malfoy family ring. Harry would recognise it anywhere as he had seen it so often.

Hogwarts castle.

Minerva McGonagall woke to the insistent tapping of an owl on her bedroom window. Having opened the window and taken the letter from the owl she placed some treats and water on the small stand she used for that purpose then sat down to read the letter.

Dear Professor McGonagall, I am writing this letter to let you know that both Harry and I are well. We both woke yesterday morning in the Shrieking shack. Some one had placed us under a sleeping charm (probably while we slept in the dormitory). We woke to find that by using polyjuice someone had taken our place to get married in a muggle chapel, they kindly left us the marriage certificate and some wedding photos, we also received the ministry acknowledgment and acceptance certificate. As you will no doubt know there is no divorce under magical law so we have decided that as we have always loved each other in one way or another, we are going to stay together.

To avoid any unpleasantness from the Weasleys and the press we are leaving today to travel to Australia to look for my parents. Please try not to be too angry with us for not facing things but we have both had about all we can take for now, and we are in desperate need of a break.

We will visit you when we return when hopefully we can discuss taking our NEWT exams.

Harry, and Hermione Potter.

Minerva smiled as she placed the parchment on her dresser and called for one of the house elves. She smiled again as she thought that who ever had thought they were doing the two teens a disservice was completely wrong. She had been worried all through their sixth year as she witnessed Hermione's pursuit of Ron Weasley. She had prayed that Hermione would come to her senses and see Mr Weasley for what he really was and that being with him would ruin any future she had planned.

She had known since the day Hermione was petrified in her second year that Harry and Hermione were meant to be together, it was one of the reasons she had not stopped him spending every free moment he could with the girl, including his nights. She wished them luck and toasted their health with her cup of tea as she thought how much she would like to be there when Ron Weasley and the others found out.

The Weasley family had just entered the great hall for some breakfast when the huge brown owl landed on the table in front of Ron. Ron stared at the bird as though he had never seen one before, so as he simply stared at it, Ginny (his sister) reached over and removed the letter from the owl's leg. The outraged yell that left her lips when she read it made every one in the great hall turn to look at her, with her face bright red and her temper rising she slammed the letter down "I'll kill that bitch," she said with a hiss.

Molly Weasley picked up the apparently offensive letter and read it; she too turned an angry shade of red before she too slammed the letter on the table. "That scarlet woman, that hussy, that, that, that Muggle whore!"

Molly's husband Arthur lifted the letter and having read it could not understand why his wife and daughter were so angry, he passed the letter to George who having read it started to laugh. "So Ronniekins, maybe that will teach you not to run out on your friends, not to desert them when they need your help. But then again you never learned it the first time you did it during the tri-wizard when you were also calling Harry a liar." He then placed the letter so his other brothers could read it.

'Ron. Gone to Australia to find the Grangers bye. Harry and Hermione Potter'. Was all it said.

Ron's face turned a deeper red as both his father and mother turned to stare at him in disbelief. Neither of them knew what had happened during the tri-wizard tournament, nor did they know he had left Harry and Hermione sometime over the past year during their hunt and spent weeks quite comfy and warm at Bill's house. Quickly finishing his food he tried to make his exit from the great hall, only to be stopped by his fathers' low growl.

"I think you owe us an explanation Ronald!"

"And it had better be a good one," Molly said as she too looked at her youngest son with a look of disgust on her face. She now had someone close at hand she could blame for ruining her plans for the one big happy family, and she had no qualms about using a few hex's on those she thought were the cause of her losing Harry Potter as her son in law.

While the Weasleys yelled at and threatened each other in the great hall, two silent disillusioned figures crept up to the Gryffindor tower and after just 15 minutes they slowly crept back down the main staircase with all their possessions floating gently behind them. Ten minutes later they were standing out side the main gates of Hogwarts and waved goodbye to the old castle and their old lives.

Australia.

It took the young married couple just four and a half days trolling through the computers in Sydney's main library to find the location of the two Grangers and to correct their memories. It took them another week of explaining and apologising to get the Grangers to forgive them. First for Hermione altering their memories and second for being married with out Hermione's parents being invited to the wedding of their only child.

Harry suggested that as they themselves had not actually been at their wedding or had yet said their vows to each other, maybe they could hold another ceremony. Perhaps one of those where couples re-affirm their vows to each other, or maybe they could find a wizarding priest who would be willing to listen to their story and perform a proper bonding ceremony for them, they could buy two real wedding rings to wear as well.

It was just a week later as they clasped hands and the golden glow of the bonding spell engulfed both Hermione and Harry when a thought came to her, even through all the hassle that their marriage had caused them since they awoke in the dusty old Shrieking shack, neither of them had thought of separating, or living apart. They had both happily accepted being together for as long as they lived as something wonderful and natural. She smiled as she thought that if she ever had any worries about Harry regretting being with her, all she had to do was to remember his very first reaction to seeing her naked.

With their wedding rings given and their vows to each other said they had huge smiles on their faces as they joined the very small group of people that made up the wedding party, the Druid, the witnesses and the two ministry workers who had volunteered to stand as best man and maid of honour Harry cleared his throat.

"I have a couple of things I would like to say. First thank you all for helping us out and being here for us, to Grandma and Grandpa Granger, I thank you both for having the most beautiful daughter in the world and for sending her to Hogwarts for me to meet. Hermione and I would be very pleased if you could all do just one more thing for us today. Please accompany us to the Talisman restaurant for a celebration of both our bonding and the news that we are expecting the addition of a small baby boy to the Potter family in around eight month's time.

Also I would like to offer a quick thanks to our evil enemies the 'Malfoys' for bringing us together," Harry then still holding tightly to his wife's hand led the way out of the Australian ministry building, followed by their happy yet surprised guests, as soon as they were outside the building the congratulatory hugging and back slapping began.

Helen and Richard Granger were almost ecstatically happy, they had always wanted to have a large family but due to an accident Helen had when Hermione was just a few months old, she was the only child they were blessed with. Within minutes of the news registering in their minds they were both making plans about the things they could do with their grandson.

Between them the Potters and Grangers bought a small farm just to the north of Sydney. The farm had two homes built on it separated by a small paddock. Just over eight months after their bonding ceremony the Potter home was filled by the cries of a newborn wizard.

Hermione gave birth to a very healthy eight and a half pound wizard with an amazing pair of lungs. Or so Harry thought as he listened to his new born son. Neither he nor Hermione had ever been happier in their lives than they were that day, except maybe on the day they started their baby's journey into the world.

Godric Neville Potter announced his arrival in the world quite loudly, and he let everyone know he was going to be a powerful wizard by levitating him self from the crib on to his mothers soft stomach while she was resting from the experience of giving birth.

Harry and Hermione Potter, with the help of Helen and Richard raised five fine healthy children on their small farm, three sons and two daughters. Harry and Richard worked the farm using both magical and muggle methods, Hermione worked from home writing books in her spare time. She also invented and improved on many spells and charms.

They spent a happy 140 years as man and wife, both of them dying within two weeks of each other. They had their ups and downs just like everyone else but in all the time they were together they never went to bed angry, one of them would always compromise on what ever the problem was. They as well as the Grangers never once felt the need or desire to ever return to Britain, living their bigot and racist free lives enjoying their children and grandchildren as well as a large number of great grandchildren being around them.

The End.