A/N: Some reviewers mentioned that the end seemed a little bit incomplete, so I've added this little follow up chapter. It isn't necessary to read, as I think the original stands on it's own, but I thought some of you might like a "where are they now" kind of thing. So read if you want, but it's definitely not required. I would love to know what you think! Thanks!
Four years later
"Hermione, if you don't want to do this, I will take you out of here right now." Ron said, running his hand through his bright red hair, which was a little too shaggy for Hermione's liking. "No questions asked."
Hermione smiled at her friend and put on a show of sighing. "Honestly, Ronald. I have told you one hundred times. I'm not going to run away from my own wedding." She was just putting the finishing touches on her veil in the mirror before Harry and Ron would walk her down the aisle and hand her off to her future husband.
She never in a million years would have guessed that she would be getting married at age twenty-one, but here she was. She'd always planned on getting a couple of masteries before settling down, but she knew that her marriage wouldn't stop her from fulfilling her dreams. It wasn't as though she was the first of her friends to get married either. Harry and Ginny had been married for nearly two years now.
Ron flopped down on the fainting couch, his head in his hands. "Please Hermione, you told me that you weren't going to marry that ferrety git! Why did it have to be Malfoy?"
Hermione sat down on the couch next to him, smoothing her white dress around her. "I never said I wasn't going to marry Draco."
"You did! That day in Hogsmeade!" Ron insisted. "I promised you that I'd give him a chance, but I never said that I would support you marrying that git."
Hermione sighed. "Does it really bother you that much?" She had been a little bit concerned that Ron might have developed feelings for her the year that they were on the run hunting for horcruxes, but then she'd stumbled in on him celebrating their victory over the Voldemort with Lavender Brown. They were still very much involved, although they hadn't gotten engaged yet.
"I guess not. He's alright." Ron finally admitted, looking at Hermione with his bright blue eyes. "Didn't you have any...I don't know...concerns about him while we were looking for horcruxes?"
Hermione pressed her lips together and considered Ron's question. Hermione and Draco's relationship had still been in it's infant stages when things got especially awful in the war. Lucius Malfoy had been released from Azkaban, and had not been happy to hear that his only son and heir was sullying himself with a mudblood, and wanted him to take the Mark. Narcissa insisted on keeping her son safe, even if that meant locking him into a safe house.
Draco had barely had a chance to tell her that he was going into hiding. Professor Snape had agreed to be the Secret Keeper, so even his own mother wouldn't know where he was going. Hermione knew that things were going to be different for her and her two friends and that she wouldn't be returning to Hogwarts. She and Draco had had a frank talk before sixth year was out and agreed to take a break, no matter how unwanted.
The next year had been pure torture for the pair of them. Hermione was miserable with Harry and Ron, not really sure where they should be searching, or what they were searching for. The pressure and the hunger and the cold had their friendship at it's breaking point, but somehow they all were able to get through it, the knowledge that at the end, Voldemort would be dead, and they would be free.
At least Hermione had the knowledge that Draco was safe. He would later confess to Hermione that he listened to Potterwatch constantly, just hoping to hear that she was alive and okay. He had lingering feelings of uselessness in the years after the war, and a fair amount of survivor's guilt. Many of his friends, as misguided as they were, had died for Voldemort's cause, and it still hurt.
When Draco heard that Potter had finally come back to Hogwarts, he knew that he had to make a move, and left the safe house to join the fighting. He'd fought on the battlefield, taking out several Death Eaters, including his own father. It was an action that he still struggled with, but knew that it was either killed or be killed.
Finding Hermione mostly unharmed except for a few scrapes and bruises after the battle was over - they'd won! - had made everything worth it. They locked eyes in the Great Hall, and ran to each other, before embracing, kissing as though they'd never kissed.
In their relationship during sixth year, Hermione and Draco had never gone all the way, deciding to just let things progress naturally, but after the battle was finished they were frantic for one another. Draco suggested the Room of Requirement, but Hermione told him about the fiendfyre, so he dragged her off to the Slytherin dorms instead.
There, on his old bed with freshly changed sheets, they'd made love, overwhelmed with emotions and sensation, whispers of love on both of their lips.
No, she'd never doubted him once while they were on the run. She never once thought that he was going to fight for Voldemort's side or betray her feelings.
After all the celebration parties and funerals, Hermione didn't know what to expect of their relationship. They couldn't exactly start where they left off and Hermione hoped that they hadn't grown apart in the year that they were separated. It was clear that they still had passion, but what could be said about their emotional connection?
They talked it over and they decided to take it one day - one date - at a time. Hermione had moved into Grimmauld Place with Harry and Ron, despite her standing offer to move into Malfoy Manor with Draco. It took a lot of restoration, as it had been quite damaged while Voldemort stayed there, but Draco relished the challenge, and it was nearly unrecognizable. Narcissa had moved into Spinner's End with Professor Snape.
She wanted time to see how things were going to go before moving in with Draco. That was a big step, and they were both quite so young.
Plus, there was a lot to be done in the months after the war. Theo and Daphne's wedding was the first event on the social calendar, and Hermione was glad to stand as one of Daphne's bridesmaids. She also supported the young newlyweds, now Theo and Daphne Nott, through Theo's father's trial and subsequent sentencing to the Dementor's Kiss. Theo was suddenly the recipient of his family's wealth and properties. Funnily enough, he found that he didn't want them so much anymore, and donated a lot of money to various causes.
Hermione had been set to go back to Hogwarts to take her seventh year, but before she knew it, she was worn down by Daphne, who offered her a position within Daphne's company, helping with product development and the legal aspects. The blonde had begged her for weeks, before arranging for Hermione to sit her N.E.W.T.s with the new Minister of Magic, Kingsley Shacklebolt. Daphne's business was booming, especially with Hermione's penchant for magical patents.
Draco was pleased that his girlfriend wasn't going back to Hogwarts, as it meant he could see her whenever he liked, and not only be relegated to Hogsmeade weekends. Their relationship did have a few bumps, here and there, but it got very serious, very fast. Long gone were the conversations of "Let's just see how this goes..." And instead they were discussing events years in the future.
It didn't take long for Draco to convince Hermione to move in with him after that. It helped that Harry and Ginny had tied the knot, and he told her that it was important to give the newlyweds their own space. Hermione had begrudgingly agreed to that. A promise that she could have free reign over the library sealed the deal.
They lived together in sin, quite blissfully, and to Mrs. Weasley's consternation, for a year, before Draco asked her to marry him, presenting her with a very beautiful diamond and sapphire ring. She proudly wore his ring, wanting the whole wizarding world to know that he was hers and she was his.
Narcissa and Molly had become quite the busy bees, planning a gorgeous ceremony to be held in the Manor's gardens, and catering to all of Hermione's requests. Sometimes, the planning and decision making had driven her crazy - did they really need to invite so and so, or did they really need to spend so much on the place settings? - but she wouldn't trade it at all for the final product.
"No Ronald. I never doubted Draco once." She told him, a serene smile on her face. "I knew in my heart that he wouldn't betray me."
Ron made a face that seemed to suggest that he did in fact have doubts about Draco, but Hermione knew that it was the past. Although they would never admit to being friends, Draco, Ron and Harry had been known to hang out on occasion. Draco told her it was only fair that he made an effort with her friends because she had made an effort with his. Hermione wasn't complaining.
"Alright, then...if you're sure?" Ron asked one last time, a crooked grin on his face. She punched him in the shoulder. "Hey! I'm only asking! Fine, let's go give you away to that ferret." He linked arms with her and lead her out to the ceremony.
Hermione melted into Draco's arms as he twirled her around the dancefloor. Their ceremony had been perfect that their magical bond had been so strong that Kingsley - their officiant - told them he'd never witnessed one like it before. "This is so perfect." She told him, huge grin on her face.
"Well, I have to say that I agree, Mrs. Malfoy." He said with a grin of equal measure. "Now that I've made you mine, I can whisk you away and commence with my nefarious plots!" He teased.
"Did Ron corner you too?" Hermione asked, finding her friend dancing with Lavender not far away.
"No, it was Potter." He replied rolling his eyes. "We've been dating for four years now, you'd think that the bloke would give me the benefit of the doubt. I would have gotten rid of you long ago if I wasn't serious."
Hermione found Harry, standing with his hand on Ginny's pregnant belly, talking to some other member from the Auror department. "Honestly! Don't they know that I can take care of myself?" Hermione wasn't a bit put out, she knew that her friends were just looking out for her. "So, can you tell me now what your nefarious plan is?"
"To whisk you off to our honeymoon location and shag you silly the moment after I let you push the cake into my face." Draco told her, his quicksilver eyes looking suddenly quite serious. The cutting of the wedding cake and feeding it to one another was not a tradition in the Wizarding world, but Hermione had insisted to Draco's chagrin.
Hermione gasped. "You can't do that! Your mother worked so hard on this reception and I will not have you upsetting her just because you want sex."
Draco twirled her around a bit. "Look at my mother." Hermione quickly found herself facing Narcissa, who was rubbing noses with the abnormally large nose of Professor Snape. Hermione gave a small smile. She wondered if those two would ever make it official. "She won't even notice, with Snape keeping her busy."
"Fine." Hermione agreed, pretending to pout. "But only because my feet are so sore from these bloody shoes!" The heels were much taller than the ones she usually wore, and she'd spent the whole night wondering why she hadn't just caved and cast a cushioning charm on them.
"Excellent." Draco agreed, before leading her over to the cake, eager to get it over with. Hermione giggled, but helped him to cut the cake. He finally saw the appeal of cake in the face when he got to return to gesture to Hermione, he mouth and cheeks covered in frosting, and her brown eyes flashing in happiness.
They'd shared a piece after they'd cleaned off, but then Draco was already tugging her to some dark, secluded corner. "Just let me say goodbye to my friends!" She asked, only to be shot down by her husband. Husband. Merlin, she could get used to that.
"Nonsense. They know that we are honeymooning, and surely they can forgive you just this once." He held out the portkey - an old hammer - for her to take, and when she reluctantly agreed, he smiled.
Stepping into the beautiful honeymoon suit of their hotel, Hermione could hear the waves of the Mediterranean Sea in background. Draco had selected Monaco for their destination, after hearing about all the fabulous beaches. He hoped that Hermione appreciated all the swimsuit presents he'd be giving her, and hoped she wouldn't be too perfunctory when applying sunscreen to his pale skin. He was very prone to burning.
But for now, all he could focus on was undoing all of those blasted buttons on the back of her dress. It was quite hard to do when he couldn't actually see his work because Hermione insisted on kissing him into oblivion. Her mouth would always feel glorious to him, and he loved the way her tongue caressed his own in a slow, sensual dance.
Finally, he remembered that he was a wizard and pulled out his wand, undoing all of the buttons with the wave of his wand. Hermione's surprised gasp was music to his ears, and he eagerly pushed the off the shoulder straps down her arms, revealing her body to his eyes.
Merlin, he would never get tired of seeing his naked before his eyes. She hadn't worn a bra, and he could already see his pink nipples crinkled and pointed in her desire. Her lower half was covered by white lace panties, which offered an eyelet glimpse of what lay underneath, as well as some kind of contraption to hold up her stockings.
Giggling, Hermione stepped from the dress, kicked off her shoes, and pulled him by his ties back to the bed, where they happily tumbled against the softness of the pillows. Hermione got to work on removing his robes, while he got to work on pinching, rolling her nipples and caressing her breasts, wanting to see just how loudly he could make her moan.
Her skin was soft and smooth, and Draco wanted to touch every inch of it in worship. He tried to push down the contraption at her waist, but was unable to. Hermione just giggled, and reached behind her to remove it. That was better. Now, Draco was free to push her knickers and stockings down her glorious legs.
He only paused for a moment when she finally got her hand and devious little fingers down his trousers and wrapped around his cock. Oh, Merlin, she was perfect. They separated momentarily so that they could each wriggle out of their remaining clothes, until finally, they were left naked and completely unhindered to each other's bodies.
Reconnecting and the lips, and with his narrow hips cradled in the welcoming warmth of Hermione's thighs, Draco was happy to be engulfed by her. It felt wonderful to have her gripping at his shoulders, impatiently thrusting her hot, wet center against him until he obliged and entered her. Oh, this was home. It had been three years since their first time together, but he never would get sick of it.
Moving together in a familiar rhythm, Draco dropped his mouth to her beautiful neck, to fully mark it with little love bites, wanting everyone to know that she was his. His wife. And, though he'd never admit it, the feel of her hot breath against his ear made him shiver. Reaching a hand between them to circle her clit in that way that he knew drove her wild, he felt her coming around him, pulling him along for the ride.
Later, once he'd rolled off of her and pulled her tightly against his body, her head resting on his chest, and her fingers tracing the bit of hair below his bellybutton, Draco briefly thought about how his life had turned out. He didn't think that anyone would have expected this, and he found that he didn't care at all.
Hermione had left her imprint on him so many years ago, in broom closets around Hogwarts, and he liked to think that he'd left a similar mark on her. There was no changing that now. And, he found, that even if he wanted to change it, he couldn't. He was utterly in love with her.
And they lived happily ever after.