I won't give up on us

Even if the skies get rough

I'm giving you all my love

I'm still looking up

Hermione woke up to the sounds of the waves meeting the shore. She stretched feeling elated with a sense of finally being at ease with the world. She turned to see, Draco's arm gripping her waist and snoring softly. She smiled and tucked a piece of ruffled hair behind his ear. He shifted as she studied him before peeling his eyes open.

"Morning…." he yawned pulling her close to him. She grasped his shoulders and smiled at him. "Tired?" he asked grinning teasingly at her.

"Not at all." she retorted stubbornly. He laughed and stretched.

"Then let's go do something." he said sitting up and pulling her along. They pulled on a few loose clothes and they made their way to the kitchen, hand in hand and Hermione began making breakfast when Draco took the pan out of her hand.

"I thought you were hungry." she asked raising an eyebrow.

"Yes, but I am a better chef than you." he reminded getting some eggs out.
Hermione snorted. "That's likely. I bet you didn't even know what salt and peppers were for more than half of your life."

"Yes, well when I did, I became more of an expertise in the culinary arts." he said drizzling oil onto the pan.

"I'm sure." Hermione said sarcastically sitting on the stool by the island. "Let's go to the beach today."

"Whatever you want." he said whipping the eggs. "Isn't it great? We don't even need to put on clothes!" he said dumping the mixed eggs, onions, tomatoes and mushrooms into the sizzling pan.

Hermione whacked his arm. "Of course we do. Just because it's a private beach doesn't mean there won't be rule breakers or leaks to the paparazzi where we are."

"Who the hell cares? The press can't put nude photos of us. Who cares if some strangers see us shagging on the beach?" he asked pulling out plates.

"But they can write a report about how they caught the newlyweds having sex on the beach." Hermione insisted.

Draco smirked. "I couldn't care less." he shrugged sliding two omelettes onto two plates. "Eat this and tell me I'm not a better chef than you."

She rolled her eyes but took a bite and had to swallow hard to stop herself from smacking her lips together. "It's alright." she said casually. He humphed and went to stand behind her and kissed her lips sweetly, licking her lips and diving deep into her mouth. He pulled back and had one hand in her hair.

"I think it tastes…..utterly splendid." he commented pecking her lips. He swirled his tongue on her upper lip and thoughtfully cocked his head to the side. "You're right, maybe more salt."

Hermione laughed as she magically did the dishes and she headed to her room to change. She pulled out a blue, aqua strapless bikini. It went from a dark to light shade of blue and she pulled it on, lazily tossing on a hot pink loose tank top on top. Her hair was down in beachy waves from yesterday's curls and she popped sunglasses on before meeting Draco on the soft, white sand.

He was clad in nothing but his swim trunks and sunglasses. She had to hold her breath as she approached him. She wrapped her arms around him from behind.

Together they lay down on a beach chair and stretched out below the sun. Draco was gazing out to sea but his hands played with her fingers.

Before she knew it, she had fallen asleep on the chair and she blinked rapidly and realized Draco was no longer beside her. She gazed around to see him docking a catamaran. She walked towards him and transfigured two lifejackets.

"More clothes?" he drawled buckling it on, gazing at her hard. "I think I prefer nothing. Nudity has it's beauty you know?"

Hermione rolled her eyes and couldn't help but smile as he lifted her onto the boat. "It's for our safety you git. Now let's go."

He joined her and with a wave of his wand they were off sailing into the ocean.

"If we get lost at sea, it's on your head." she grinned standing up to better see the view. He smirked and stood behind her, his hands warm on her skin.

"Oh….the troubles of being alone, on a small, narrow boat….together." he commented pressing his face into her hair. "You know, Mya? I've become rather fond of your abnormally bushy hair."

"It's not abnormal! And you weren't complaining last night about my hair." she reminded poking his hard chest. He grinned and turned her to face him.

"There's nothing remotely wrong about you. But let's face it...your hair is very bushy and abnormal." he teased kissing her hair.

She harrumphed and he chuckled, running his hand on her stomach and kissing her neck gently. She moaned softly and roughly tore off his lifejacket.

He raised his head, smirking. "What happened to 'for our safety'?" he asked also pulling hers off along with her tank top.

"Screw safety." she murmured gripping his hair and kissing him soundly. His lips were pulling gently at hers and making her go lightheaded. His hands were roaming her body, feeling every inch, memorizing it. As they broke apart, her breathing became laboured as she pushed down his swim trunks.

He immediately began removing her swimsuit and in his haste, he tripped and she came toppling down on top of him.

"Clutz." she murmured kissing him hard. He laughed and continued to kiss her longingly and desperately.

She would never get enough of this. This feeling every time they touched, every time they looked at each other, or kissed or spoke. She would never grow tired of seeing his beautiful face everyday or his strong arms around her, his sarcastic personality. His charisma and charm, as annoying as it got at times. She would never get enough of him.

They had fallen asleep together on the boat and were in the middle of the ocean when Draco woke and steered the boat back to shore. Hermione awoke blushing as she pulled on her bikini and sidled into the water once they had reached the shore. The water was warm, as it smoothly grazed her skin. She inhaled the salty air and tried to memorize it's scent. She heard Draco docking the boat before he walked to join her and smiled.

"Is my little Gryffindor brave enough to join me for a snorkel and snog session?" he teased holding up some snorkeling equipment, waving it in front of her.

Hermione smirked and snatched one pair from his grip and covered her head with the goggles. Draco's eyes darkened as he eyed her.

"Or we can go back inside and-" he offered rubbing the back of his neck.

Hermione laughed and began wading deeper into the water. "Who's getting cold feet now?" she asked as he blinked fast and clumsily placed on his gear, following her.

"Wherever you go, woman, I follow." he mumbled as she went flat on the water and began snorkelling. He followed her and together they snorkeled around the reefs, gazing at the fish. When they resurfaced after 45 minutes, they slowly walked to shore.

"Having fun Mya?" he asked tucking a curl behind her ear endearingly.

"Loads. And it's not just the activities that are exceptionally fun…." she grinned dropping her snorkel gear. Draco advanced on her and grabbed her face close. He touched their foreheads and their lips were mere centimeters apart. His hands were warm against her face as he cradled it tenderly. She could feel his breaths coming in sharply as he eyed her from head to toe then repeating the action.

She reached for his swim trunks but one of his hands stopped her and they locked eyes, her questioning him.

"I want to….take in…..every inch…..of you….." he said huskily, licking his lips as his eyes roamed her body again. She flushed and was tempted to tear out of his grip and cover herself up. She wasn't used to this kind of sexual admiration.

He felt her cheeks warm up and smiled down at her and pressed her tight against him. His body was nice and strong, his muscles bulging everywhere. She could feel his excitement against her thigh and her breathing sped up.

"One day…..you won't feel the need to cover yourself up anymore. I'm waiting for that day." he whispered deeply before kissing her hard. She had been waiting in anticipation for this. Gods, he was so damn hot. She felt their bodies thud on the soft sand as he rolled on top and began kissing her neck.

She gripped his hair tight and moaned, her head lolling back. His mouth, his lips, his tongue, his bloody body always did things to her. She wasn't in control whenever he was around, and that not only frustrated her but turned her on.

Before she knew it, they were skin on skin and kissing hard as the sun set in the horizon. They broke apart breathing heavily.

"I love you. So damn much." he breathed looking at her intently.

"I love you too." she replied pulling his neck to bring him closer. "Now just shut up and kiss me."

The sun rose not long after it set. Or that's how it seemed, for the pair of them had not stopped for that long over the night.

When Hermione's stomach growled over the waves crashing, Draco grinned and carried her back into the beach house.

She settled herself down into the depths of the comfy sofa as Draco pulled on his boxers and grabbed a pan.

"How do you want your eggs?" he yawned spilling oil all over the counter. Hermione snorted with laughter and he cocked his head in irritation.

"I don't care. But I'm making lunch and it's going to be the best damn thing you've ever tasted because I am the best damn chef in the world. Ten times better than you Mister." she said stubbornly crossing her arms.

Draco raised an eyebrow as he cleaned up the oil and drizzled more onto the pan. "Oh really?" he asked his back to her as he cracked some eggs into a bowl. "We'll see missy."

Hermione smiled to herself as she pulled the covers over her tight and snuggling into the couch.

"Should I be jealous of the couch? I'd like to be doing that with you too, you know. Husband here, more important than some bloody couch." he said eyeing the couch as he whipped the eggs.

"Yeah well the couch didn't get as much fun time as you have." she reminded yawning. "Can you get me coffee too?"

"Whatever you want love." he drawled as the pan sizzled. "You know, I saw a pair of photographers on a boat nearby when we were parasailing?"

Hermione jerked straight up and stared wide eyed. "WHAT? Did they get any photos?" she demanded.

"I don't know. You were rather…..distracting. It didn't occur to me to cast any charms or wards." he said casually as he slid the omelette onto the plate.

He levitated two coffees and one large plate with one huge omelette over to the coffee table and lifted her legs and placed them back on his lap.

"Oh merlin," she groaned taking the coffee and leaning back. "If this gets out…"

"So? What's the worst that's gonna happen? I see it as a big fat sign. To all the desperate bachelors out there: She's mine." he said smiling at her.

Hermione's face turned red as she hid her face in her coffee. "Still. I don't want nude photos of myself and my husband plastered on the wizarding papers."

"Who knows? It could've been muggle photographers too." he said shrugging.

She glared at him with irritation. He burst out laughing, spilling coffee all over the floor.

"Oh….you will be the death of me." he chuckled cleaning up the floor.

"Oh what a pleasure." she grinned sipping her coffee. "I can't believe I have the honour to be the death of Draco bloody Malfoy."

"Yeah….lucky you." he drawled sarcastically. "Now kindly move over." he prodded her waist as he shuffled to get beneath her. "Ahh, much better." he sighed once she was on top of him.

She leaned against him, imagining getting to do this every day for the rest of her life. She smiled at the thought. Then fast forward a few years and the thought of a little blond girl sleeping happily on Draco's chest. A naughty light brunette boy playing with Hermione's hair. Then an older boy reading out loud from a children's book in between them.

She felt her heart melt at the scene and felt tears prick her eyes. She opened her eyes and met Draco's alarmed ones.

"What? What's wrong? If it's really bothering you, I'll see if I can bribe the daily prophet out of showing the photos. I didn't know it bothered you that much-"

"Nothing's wrong. Everything's perfect." she murmured burying her face in his shirt and falling asleep.

Someone was shaking her awake as she groggily cracked open an eye.

"I would love to see two pretty brown eyes." Draco smiled, whispering into her ear, sending chills everywhere. She grinned and opened both eyes.

"What time is it?" she asked eyeing the bright sunlight shining in through the curtains. She turned to face him and he seemed to still be studying her from her previous near tear imaginary scene.

"Time for you to show me that I'm a better cook than you." he reminded, resting his hands behind his head.

"You're on." she grinned, summoning a pair of shorts and a tank. She pulled them on before shuffling into the kitchen.

She thought of her best dishes and decided to make him the best chicken penne ever. She began preparing ingredients and she could feel his eyes staring at her as she worked. She would not let those grey eyes distract her. She decided to do all this the muggle way just to enforce her 'best chef' title.

She stirred her sauce and then dunked the pasta into the sauce, drenching them full of her mouthwatering tomato sauce.

Within an hour and 15 minutes, she had ensured that everything was perfect. She sampled a bite and decided it was the best she had ever made it before she set it out on the island.

"Taste that and tell me I'm not the best chef." she said pointing to the bowl she'd spooned out for him. Draco eyed the bowl that also looked delightful then looked back up to her. His lips twitched as if he wanted to chuckle and he stood and walked towards her. He grabbed her hips and pressed her up against him. He then captured her lips, and licked them all over. Tasting the upper and lower lip, the inside and outside then just tasting her tongue for fun.

They broke apart and she looked up at him a little disgruntled. "I meant taste the penne you prick." she poked his stomach nodding towards the plate.

"I did." he said kissing the corner of her mouth. "You had some sauce at the corners of your mouth and on your lips. And….I have to admit you're pretty good."

"No, you just wanted to snog me." Hermione corrected, resting her hands on his chest.

He chuckled. "Very true but I found a way of doing it so I did what you told me to do too."

She rolled her eyes and turned her eyes back on him. "What do you mean, 'pretty good'?" she asked huffing. "It was a sight and taste to behold."

"I'm still better." he smirked nuzzling her nose. She laughed at his Draconiss and kissed him sweetly.

"You're the only one in the whole world that can insult me and get away with it."

"You're the only one in the world who can make me do dumb Gryffindor things and spend time with Gryffindors and fall in love with a Gryffindor." he mumbled.

She laughed and wrapped her arms around his neck. He leaned forward and seized her lips within his and kissed her hard.

She felt him lift her on top of the island counter as he slipped between her legs, never once breaking from the kiss. His hands were drawing slow circles on her stomach, while his lips did crazy things to her. She let out a low moan and crushed him closer against her. His grip tightened on her, leaving no space between them.

When Draco's stomach growled for the third time, Hermione broke off and smiled at him.

"Let's eat." she said leading him to the stools.

"And shag after?" he asked serving her some penne. She couldn't hide her smile and cocked her head to the side.

"We'll see. I rather wanted to see the island a bit more, and do more stuff." she said summoning some cups and a pitcher of pumpkin juice.

"We can go paddleboarding after. I suppose a paddleboard would replace the act of a bed?" he asked, grinning as he poured them some juice.

She whacked his shoulder causing him to laugh and spill some juice. "Is sex all you think about?" she demanded.

"I may be a married man now, but my hormones are still raging. And how is it not possible to think about sex when you're around?" he asked as if it were obvious.

She blushed as they finished up, she magically set the dishes to wash themselves. Together, they lay in the afternoon sun, tanning a bit before attempting to paddleboard.

"I cook dinner. And boy, is it going to make your mouth water." he said surely crossing his arms in defiance.

She raised an eyebrow and glanced up from her book. "What's the menu?"

"That's for me to know, and for you to look forward to." he replied smartly.

"A bit over confident aren't we?" she asked closing her book and standing to stretch. His eyes followed her and he smiled.

"Never." he said standing too and summoning two paddleboards. Draco and Hermione headed for the water and slowly tried mounting the board.
Draco was on first, kneeling and watching the fish swim below him. Hermione swung her leg over with great effort and hauled herself on. She kneeled and found her balance. She then used the oar to slowly move her forwards. After going out a fair bit without splashing into the water, she attempted to stand.

She slowly lifted her knees off of the board and rose from her hunched position.

Once she was successfully up, she smiled happily to herself and turned to see how Draco was doing.

"Not bad." he commented matching her smile. He was also standing on the board and was not far behind her. Together, they began paddling out to sea, above the biggest reefs. The fish swarmed around them as they made their way to another beach before turning to paddle back.

They were close to their own private beach now and Hermione was breathing heavily with sweat from the effort and from the heat. Draco paused breathing hard too and laughed as Hermione lost her balance on the board and fell into the water. She harrumphed and swam swiftly underneath his board. Although he tried to outpace her and paddle faster, she managed to overturn his paddleboard and he went toppling into the water too.

She laughed as he resurfaced sputtering water and looking around for her. A wicked glint appeared in his eye when he found her. He slowly and slickly, moved towards her. Her breathing became faster when he lifted her by the hips up so that she was above him. She grasped his shoulders as his lips descended onto hers. She wrapped her legs around his waist and he submerged them slightly into the water. The water lapped at them as they kissed one another deeply. They broke apart and stayed in the water, swaying along with it.

Hermione was resting on Draco's lap, as he crouched in the water. She felt at peace with the world, for the first time in a long time. She caressed his face, admiring his jawline, his chiseled cheekbones, his startling grey eyes, his soft blond hair. His strong broad shoulders, his muscles always making her feel safe and protected within his arms. His nicely toned stomach, his bruised in several places marks on his back. He was beautiful, and he was all hers.

She smiled to herself as she leaned forward and hugged him close. He didn't hesitate in pressing her closer to him. She inhaled his musky scent and felt herself go woozy.

As the sun set behind them Draco pulled her to face him and gazed at her, a crooked smile on his face. "Let's go get cleaned up and I'm gonna make you the best dinner ever."

They headed into the comfy beach house and waved Hermione towards the master bath.

"What about you? You can come and shower with me, if you'd like." she said smirking slightly at his tempted face.

"As much as I'd love to, I have to get a move on the dinner. Dress up in something nice. I'll see you in a bit." he said, before turning and heading towards the common bathroom.

She was left feeling curious and intrigued as she headed towards the master and hopped into the bath.

She soaked in the tub, feeling her muscles relax and the water soothe her. After 45 minutes, she retreated into the closet and searched for something 'nice'.

What does nice even mean? She wondered to herself, fancy or casual? Professional or dressy? She sighed and found a coral tank peach dress that was crumpled in straight sharp lines. The thicker material ended about mid-calf and the thin layer traveled to her ankles. She found a pair of nude strappy sandals and set her hair in a simple, dressy style. Her fringe was dutch braided to the back of her head and twisted into a knot. She applied basic makeup before taking a deep breath and wandering into the main quarters.

It was dark in the main quarters and the only light came from the beach. She wrinkled her brow in confusion and was tempted to draw out her wand. She kept a firm note of it's location in her pocket.

She opened the sliding glass doors and stepped out to inhale the salty sea air. She found a trail of Hibiscus and Bougainvilleas trailed on the sand leading to a set table with a light blue theme. There were Plumbagos hanging from threads of flowers hanging from end to end. There were two chairs neatly tucked in and a beautiful bouquet laying on the table.

Her eyes wandered to Draco who stood a little in front of the table with his hands clasped behind his back, his eyes roaming over her.

She walked towards him and grasped his hand tight in her own. "Dinner and a nice scenery I see?" she asked grinning as he pulled out the chair for her.

"Malfoys go big or go home." he smiled sitting down opposite her.

"I see you used to island of Turks and Caicos native flowers for decor." she commented eyeing the set up with admiration.

"Why am I not surprised you know that?" he asked holding her hand from across the table. "It only occurred to me after I read some book on the old shelf in the living room." he grinned.

She laughed and took in his appearance. He was wearing a dress shirt that was rolled up to his elbows, and he was in grey slacks that matched his eyes.

Draco muttered a spell and a chicken caesar salad popped in front of them. They tucked in, chattering merrily, with only the ocean waves in the distant background.

"I say tomorrow, we try parasailing." he said eagerly. "It'll be interesting to see the island from a bird's eye view."

"I don't particularly love heights, as you should know about me and flying." Hermione said frowning slightly.

"Oh come on! You were a pro at snorkelling and paddle boarding but parasailing which requires no skill whatsoever is hard?" he asked chuckling. "You never seize to amaze me."

"Fine. I'll go." she said grinning good naturedly. She wasn't letting Mr Slytherin win.
"There's that Gryffindor bravery." he said beaming almost proudly. He muttered another spell and a Lobster and Seafood bisque appeared in front of them.

Hermione's mouth did water as much as she tried hiding it. She drank it up, licking her lips and swallowing, enjoying every last bite.

"Oh! I've been meaning to ask you." Draco said sipping his wine. "Did you see the post today?" he asked smirking slightly.

Hermione nearly choked and looked up, shocked. "No….." she trailed off already dreading the news as Draco summoned the paper. He wordlessly handed it to her, still grinning to himself.

Hermione unfolded it to reveal a picture of Hermione and Draco in their swimsuits on the catamaran kissing very, very passionately. Hermione groaned and read the head title.
""Newly Weds, Mr and Mrs Draco Malfoy Heat Things up on Tropical Honeymoon."" she read out loud in a mortified whisper. "Oh I hate when our lives are plastered all over the papers. Honestly! The personal lives of other people shouldn't interest people nearly that much!" she said flummoxed.

"Oh but it is." Draco said seriously. "Especially when it's behind the secret life of Hermione war heroine now Malfoy off fraternizing with big bad Draco former death eater Malfoy." he said in a deep low voice, making it dramatic.

Hermione burst out laughing hysterically at his faux serious expression. "Some people are really, honest to God, so bloody pathetic. Like, can't they obsess over someone else's life?"

Draco shrugged. "Hopefully now that it's out, hopeful bastards like that Matt guy will stay the hell away from you."

Hermione shook her head, smiling lightly at his possessiveness. "Very possessive aren't we?"

"Always. I don't like sharing. I can get rather…..jealous sometimes." he said his lips twitching. Hermione snorted and his lips really did smile. "How lady like."

"I'm not your average lady." she reminded. He tilted his head to the side before plucking off a petal from the bouquet on the table and reaching across to place it in her hair. She leaned closer and he slid it behind her ear.

"I don't like most woman. You however, don't fall into that category." he said dryly before waving his wand and the main course appeared. It was a couple of strips of smoked and grilled salmon. The smell made her taste buds jump and she could feel Draco watching as she took a bite.

It was very difficult to mask her adoration of the fish. She looked up and smiled warmly at his. "It's amazing." she assured and he didn't seem satisfied.

"So….you agree I'm the better chef?" he asked his voice low and husky. She had to remind herself not to fall for it.

"No but it's still the best fish I've tasted." she grinned when he rolled his eyes and started eating. She laughed and pecked his lips. "It's fantastic. Mouth watering, the best damn thing that's entered my mouth."

"Except for my mouth of course." he said grinning cockily. It was her turn to roll her eyes.

"Well played Malfoy." she said tipping her glass towards him.

"And you, Madam Malfoy." he smirked clinking their glasses.

After the fish, came the dessert. It was a lovely Tiramisu cake that not only tasted fabulous but looked outstanding.

Hand in hand, they walked to the shore and gazed out to the sea. The moon was full in the sky, high above them and the soft breeze grazed their faces.

She turned to face him and cupped his face in her hands lovingly. "Thank you. That was amazing." she said sincerely, getting lost in the depths of his eyes.

"Anything for you." he whispered, his hands on the small of her back. He leaned in close to kiss her tiramisu flavoured lips.

They broke apart breathing heavily. "It seems a shame, that I dress up so fancily only for you to take it off and often tear it." she grinned fingering his collar.

"That's the best part my dear." he murmured, his eyes twinkling in the moonlight.

4 days passed in complete bliss for Hermione and Draco. They did many of the islands water sports, they enjoyed the luxury of the beach and of course one of the best parts was each other. They had spent 2-3 days walking through the shops in Turks and Caicos. They wandered through tourist shops, restaurants and took in central Turks and Caicos.

It was now the 7th day of their vacation. Their last in fact. Hermione was lying in a navy blue and white striped, strapless bikini on the beach reading her third novel of the trip and Draco was flipping through a few magazines when a few owls swooped in and landed on the table between them. One owl knocked over Draco's pina colada and another trampled Hermione's tortilla chip bowl.

Draco glared at the owls before he reached towards a sharp small hawk that had the Malfoy family owl written all over it's face.

"Well hello Marcus. I suppose Mother wants to know how we're doing?" he asked pulling a letter out of it's talons. "It's addressed to both of us." he said tearing it open. ""Dear Draco and Hermione. I hope the two of you are having a splendid time on your vacation! I can't wait to see the two of you when you return. I hope the weather was kind to you. I'm doing fine and I hope I'll see you soon. Best wishes, Narcissa."" Draco read.

"That was thoughtful." Hermione said pulling out one from Harry and Ginny's owl. ""Dear Hermione and Draco. How's your honeymoon? We hope you two are having fun. Not too much fun of course, we saw the papers."" Hermione blushed and Draco snickered as she continued. ""Ginny is now quite pregnant and has entered her third trimester. We've found out that it's going to be a boy! We're so pleased. Anyways, we hope your trip was fun, we'll see you when you return. Cheers, Harry and Ginny."" she read smiling. "A boy. Oh I bet he'll look like Harry."

"Another Harry Potter in this world?" Draco asked faking a shiver. "That's pretty scary."

"Especially for Professor McGonagall." Hermione remarked opening another ministry letter. "This one's from my boss." she said reading it over quickly. "He hopes I have a good time on my honeymoon and congratulates us on our union….and invites me to start work anytime during the first week I return."

"Are you nervous?" he asked picking up the magazines again.

"A bit. I'm just worried about the workload I missed." she frowned, creasing her brow in concern. "It'll be a lot, you mark my words. I might be home late for a few weeks." she trailed off thinking to herself.

"Don't stress now Mya. Come on, it's our last day, relax." Draco chided handing her her pina colada.

She took it and turned to look at him. "And are you going back to the auror office?" she asked sipping her drink then offering it to him after his was spilt.

"Yeah, we still haven't rounded up all the death eaters." he said frowning.

"You ought to relax a bit too." Hermione said smiling lightly. "We have time."

He took her hand in his own and held it tight. "Yeah. We do."

After responding to the letters, they had went snorkelling again and had decided to paddle board once more too.

For dinner, they suited up and went to a fancy restaurant in town called Coco Bistro. It had a beautiful tropical setting that made the whole thing look so natural.

Hermione was wearing a a V-cut teal, flowy dress that swayed as she walked. She had her hair down in beachy waves and Draco was clad in a dark button up dress shirt as well as black slacks. When they took their seats, Draco whispered to the waiter and he returned with a flower crown and he handed it to Draco. Draco took the flower crown and placed it atop of Hermione's head.

Hermione smiled at him and held his hand as they ordered their last meal here at the Turks and Caicos Islands.

"Can you imagine living here everyday, without a care? We wouldn't have to worry about anything, do anything….." Draco said staring at the beach across from them. "Do you think it would be nice to just escape from? The reality of everything? The fact that there are still Voldemort-hugging death eaters out there?" he asked.

Hermione paused for a while before responding. "Yeah. I can." she murmured also staring out at sea. "I imagine living with you forever in a world where I didn't have to worry about being killed everyday. Of course it's gotten better than the older times but it's horrible that it's not over." she began. "But reality is, we have a hard life ahead of us back in the depths of the wizarding world. But I know that if you're there with me, I'll make it." she whispered.

He turned his head to study her. "One day, I promise you, we won't have to be so stressed and worried anymore. I'm going to capture and kill all those despicable death eaters and you're going to make a big damn impact on saving and rewriting history for the wizarding world and then we're going to hide out here and be happy the rest of our days."

She smiled a wry smile. "One day."

"And we'll invite our grandchildren and our children and if you still like them, we can invite Potter and the little Red and their grandchildren and children. Then Blaise would throw a fit if he didn't get to come and tear the place up, then Theo would demand an invite. Of course their future children and grandchildren have to come along with whatever poor, brave lady is willing to put up with them." Draco said talking to the ongoing ocean.

Hermione watched Draco and how he seemed to smile at the thought as he dreamt up more and more of their future. She was smiling and near tears as he continued and she didn't know why. Maybe it was just the thought of a worry free forever with him or maybe it was the fact that he wanted children with her. Or it could simply be that he was willing to invite Harry and Ginny over with their children and grandchildren to their beach house in the far future.

Draco stopped talking to turn and look at her. He noted her watery smile and teary eyes and leant in, smiling lightly. "What's wrong love?"

"Nothing. I just hope we get that one day." she murmured softly.

He jerked out of his chair and came to kneel by her chair, holding both her hands as if they were anchoring him to the world.

"We will." he promised touching their foreheads. "And we have years and years together to do whatever the hell we want. Even if there may be some psychopaths out there. As long as we're together."

She nodded as a tear trailed down. She hastily wiped it away and kissed him hard. He refused to speed up the pace and simply kissed her long and hard. She was perfectly content kissing him like this.

They broke apart and he kissed her face everywhere before returning to his seat, still holding her hand. The waiter served them and retreated, leaving them to their meal. They ate in a content silence, taking in these last few moments on the island.

After their meal, Hermione and Draco walked hand in hand on the soft sandy beach as the waves crashed against the shore.

Hermione had transfigured her dress so that it was mid calf to avoid getting it sandy. They had kicked off their shoes as they walked, letting the sand massage their feet and the water cleanse them of any worries.

When they had walked all the way back to their private beach, Draco turned to face Hermione and gazed at her deeply.

"I love you. I don't say it that often, but I do. You need to know that I love you more than I can say, more than you will know and more than my whole life. Seeing you in that train compartment that first day, I thought there could be nothing in the whole damn world as whole and good as you. I knew what you'd done for the sake of the war, and I knew what I had failed to do. I knew how I treated you and I thought that there was no way, things would ever be normal between us. I thought someone like you wouldn't even bother to consider me after our history then the war. I saw how beautiful you were and smart and knew there was only one person like you. I also knew who I was and what a monster I was and what atrocities I was apart of. I knew what a beast I was. There were no other words to describe it. Before death eater initiation, I had realized how much I didn't want to be apart of this. After self-reflection I realized my wrongs. But it was too late. And now….by some miracle…..you're mine." he whispered.

She grabbed his chin, forcing her to look at her. "You were a child soldier. Influenced and forced into being initiated. You had no choice but you knew your place and that you didn't want that. That's what matters. And I'll tell you this every day until you get it through your head." she smiled, tears trailing down.

He kissed her tears and held her close enough to feel his heartbeat. He finally leaned down after what felt like an eternity but not enough of being in each other's arms and lifted her into his arms before carrying her back to their room. She transfigured their clothes away and crushed him to her. He kissed her passionately, feeling the electricity charge through them. His hands roamed her body and she moaned, gripping his hair. He wandered back to her face and kissed her lips leaving a searing feeling of pleasure on them.

To be where she was now, was more than she could ask for. And she wouldn't have changed a thing.

The next morning, Draco and Hermione magically packed away their belongings and he sent them ahead to their cottage.

After a quick breakfast, they stood together on the edge of the break between sand and water.

"We'll be back." he assured her, turning away from the scene to see her.

"I know." she breathed before turning to him and kissing him longingly. "Let's go home."

With a whirl they were back to their cottage, where everything was just as they'd left it. Hermione fingered her bracelet that Draco had given her on that Christmas date as they settled on the balcony.

The sun was rising bright and crisp and Hermione crawled over to Draco's chair and snuggled down with him. He transfigured a warm blanket over them and tucked her close. She rested her head on his chest, letting his heartbeat lull her to a sense of calm and peace. He kissed her forehead and rested his cheek against her head. She inhaled deeply and hugged him tight.

Hermione and Draco watched as a new morning rose from the horizon, cherishing the moment. Each holding on to the other as if the other were made of glass. Holding the other as if this were their last few hours on earth. The new morning dawned for their new beginning.


The End

Author's Note

I'm crying. I can't believe we're done!


I really honestly thank each and everyone of you for reading and following with me as Draco and Hermione began their story till the end! I appreciate how many of you read this and gave it a chance and hope you weren't disappointed!

But it's not over. I want to leave you with a good ending and not restart the reader's stress with a new story just yet. Please stay tuned for the sequel to see what happens next!


Thank you again from the bottom of my crazy fangirl heart!


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