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Chapter 30: The End of an Unlikely Pair Trilogy:

Harry Potter had sent word that everyone was to dress in his or her finest, and meet in the back garden of the Burrow, except for Draco, who was to come to the front door and knock. Therefore, Draco went home to shower and change before going back to the Burrow.

Perhaps he was to go to the front door, because he wasn't considered family, like everyone else. On the other hand, perhaps it was because his wife had planned a nice little surprise for him. He was self-centered enough to think it was the latter, but insecure and sensitive enough to fear it was the first. He dressed in a dark navy suit, blue shirt, and silver tie. He was to report to the front door promptly at four o'clock, and it was already four minutes after. He would wait a few more minutes. He was always late for everything, but that wasn't why he was waiting. He didn't want to cause his wife discomfort or anger by being late. He was stalling because he was slightly nervous.

He was nervous for what his wife had planned, he was nervous about his own present to her, he was worried and anxious that now that the weekend was over, and they were away from the little cabin, that everything would go back to the way it was before: fractured and stagnant. Of course, they both had the power, and their new ten commandments to follow, to make sure things were better now.

He wandered around their bedroom, touching her things…her brush, her lipstick, her book, her perfume. He closed his eyes and imagined her here with him. Then he imagined her face if he was late, so he decided to apparate directly to the front of the Burrow.

He arrived outside the gate. He opened the latch, walked up the path, up the steps to the porch, stood outside the door, and knocked six times, one time for each minute he was late.

Hermione stood in Ginny's old bedroom, gazed upon her reflection for the umpteenth time in the old mirror on the back of the bedroom door, and took a deep breath. Her mother-in-law had picked out a beautiful lilac dress for her to wear, silk, v-neck, long sleeves, which draped beautifully on her curves. She also gave Hermione a set of sapphire earrings as a belated anniversary present. Hermione placed the last earring in her right ear, looked at her watch, and saw that Draco was four minutes late. She wouldn't yell at him for being late today, no, not today. Today she would let it pass.

She felt nervous about the party. What if he thought she was rubbing salt in an old wound by throwing an anniversary party for him, when he, in fact, forgot their anniversary? What if he was embarrassed that she had told all their family and friends that he had forgotten their anniversary? Wasn't that as bad as when he told all of them about her depression?

No, she would stop second-guessing herself. This party was a perfect ending to a perfect weekend, to an almost perfect fourteen months, twelve days, three hours and four minutes, (now five minutes), of marriage.

She smiled as she checked her reflection again. She felt a sense of giddiness. She almost felt as if she was getting ready for a date with her own husband. The odd thing was she had never gone on a real date with her husband. They married without dating.

Before she could ponder other questions, or worry about any new things, she heard six knocks on the door. She looked at her watch again. A knock for each minute he was late. She flung open the bedroom door and practically flew down the stairs. She straightened her dress and smoothed down her hair before she opened the front door.

Then, she smiled. He was so handsome that she felt giddy all over again. "Hello, Draco. You look so dashing."

He smiled in return. She was so beautiful it astounded him. He said, "And you look smashing."

"We are dashing and smashing," Hermione repeated with a laugh.

"I'd rather think we are at that," he said, nervously. Then he rose up on his toes, rocked back on the balls of his feet, looked up at top of the doorframe and said, "I think I'm nervous."

"So am I," she admitted. She cupped his cheek with her hand. "Why are you nervous, Draco?"

He laughed again, and said, "A host of reasons. I'm nervous for what you have planned, because I know you have something up your proverbial sleeve, and I'm nervous about something I planned for you later, and I'm nervous about the rest of our lives, if that makes sense."

"Sure, that makes sense. As I said, I'm nervous, too," she repeated.

He leaned against the doorjamb and asked, "Why are you nervous?"

"Two reasons, really," she declared. "One is because the thing I have planned is meant to be innocent, and not accusatory at all, but I'm afraid you'll view it as me accusing you of something, and two, because I was upstairs in Ginny's old room, getting ready, and I rather felt like I was getting ready for our first date or something, funny, huh?"

"What's a first date?" he joked.

"It's those things people go on before they marry," she joked in return.

"Ah, yes, I recall those. Bloody nuisance, if you ask me. I say find the person you want to marry, and marry them immediately. It worked for you and me." He started through the doorway, took her hand, only to drop it quickly when the other part of her sentence hit him. "Why are you worried that I'll view your surprise as a personal attack against me? Bloody hell, Granger, it's not one of those Muggle interventions, is it? Tell me I did not get dressed up in my best suit for that!"

She openly laughed and said, "An intervention! What problem do you have that is so great that I would have to have an intervention for you? I don't think people have interventions for people whose main problems are that they are vain, egotistical, and arrogant."

"Hey, that's not nice…well, okay, I am those things," he concurred. "But maybe it's a liar's invention, or maybe it's an intervention to confront me for being such a bad husband."

"You don't lie that often anymore," she said.

"You're supposed to say, 'You're not a bad husband, Draco.'!" He pushed her slightly and then they both laughed. She took his hand again and led him through the living room into the kitchen. Once in the kitchen he wrenched his hand from hers again and said, "I can't stand surprises. Tell me what's waiting for me out there. Did you buy me a car?"

"You have more cars than you have brain cells," she joshed. "Seriously, did you learn nothing from this weekend? One of our commandments was to trust me, so trust me, Draco. Let's go outside."

"The last time I trusted you this weekend you were supposed to catch me when I fell backwards, and as I recall, you let me fall on my bum, so it's hard to trust you, wifey-poo." He leaned over, kissed her cheek, took her arm and opened the backdoor.

He walked down the steps before she did, and outside he saw all their friends and family under a tent. Swags of autumn flowers hung as garland from one end of the tent to another. Under the tent sat beautifully decorated small round tables with equally beautiful centerpieces, there was one large table with all his favourite foods and sweets, the sounds of the Beatles wafted through the air, (the song 'Here, There, and Everywhere' was playing), and even his parents were there. His father was holding Cygnus.

A banner went from one end of the tent to another and it said, "Happy belated Anniversary Draco and Hermione".

Their ten commandments were blown up, almost life size, and were hanging from a tree near the tent. A few of the guests were reading them and laughing. The smell of food overwhelmed his senses. Everything overwhelmed his senses! He turned to Hermione and said, "You thought I would be angry about this?"

"I didn't want you to think that I was bringing up the fact that you forgot our anniversary the first time," she said quietly. "Are you surprised? We didn't have much time to plan, or much help, because you took most of the Weasleys with you, so I had to call your parents, my parents, and even Neville and Luna to come help."

"And I see you simply had to have Ollie Wood help as well," Draco said sarcastically, pointing at the Scottish man as he read their commandments, "and yet, I'm still pleased as can be. Thank you, lovely wife. I love you. This is so nice. Why don't you just plan a surprise anniversary party every year, that way, I won't feel so much pressure to remember it. In fact, if it's a surprise, I won't have to remember it at all."

"I don't think so, you git," she said. She threw her arms around him and hugged him tightly. "Are you really pleased?"

"Very much. It's perfect." And it was. Now, he could give her the cottage as a belated anniversary gift. Everything was working out perfectly.

"Before we eat, Draco old man, I thought you might like to say a few words," George Weasley said. "Goodness knows you're never without something to say."

"Hear, Hear, speech!" Charlie Weasley shouted.

"You know, actually, for once, I think I'm speechless," he said. Everyone laughed. He turned to Hermione and said, "However, let me try to think of something." He cleared his throat and took her hand again. "You know, on second thought, I think Granger and I rather said it all to each other this weekend, and I don't feel the need to share. I will say one thing…no matter what anyone says, Hermione Granger, intellectual, Muggle-born, hopelessly middle class, hopelessly exasperated with me, hopelessly romantic, and hopelessly mine forever, was meant for me, in every single way, and no matter what, we would have found each other and married. I know that in the depths of my heart. She is the other half of me. She makes me a better person." He cleared his throat again, because he felt rather embarrassed, and exposed, having said such sentimental rubbish in front of everyone, so he leaned closer, so only she could hear the next part and he said, "I couldn't exist without you. You're my everything, and I love you more than you'll ever know, and more than I can ever show."

She placed her hand on his cheek and then placed her cheek next to his. She said in his ear, "I would have such a sad, unhappy life without you, Draco." She leaned away and then she said, "Oh hell, who are we kidding, my life is sometimes a bit sad and unhappy with you, but at least it's interesting."

"Too true," he agreed. Their friends all laughed.

"Before we start celebrating, I have a present for you," she said. "It's really from your father and mother, but it's with my blessing." She took a deep breath and reached inside the neckline of her dress, where she had hidden the deed to the Manor.

Draco raised his eyebrows, looked out at the crowd and said, "Gee, thanks Mummy and Daddy! I've always wanted Hermione's bosoms as a present." Everyone laughed again.

"Draco Malfoy, do not embarrass me!" Hermione chafed. She hit him with the piece of yellowed parchment that she had drawn out of her dress. She handed it to him. He started to unfold the parchment, but she added, "Before you open that, I want to say that all it represents is my acceptance to it as a place, not a home, okay?"

"Whatever that means," Draco laughed. He opened the yellowed, aged piece of parchment carefully, and after several moments, he realized what it was. "What?" he asked. He looked at Hermione first, then to his parents.

"Your mother and father are moving to a smaller place in London, and since this will be yours someday anyway, and then Cam's, they wanted to go ahead and give it to us, but they wanted my approval, and I approve." Draco was still frowning, instead of smiling.

He took her arm and turned her away from the crowd, who were all murmuring around them.

"Granger, we can't move to the Manor. You once said you could never live there, because of what happen there during the war. I understand that. I wouldn't want you to be unhappy," he said.

"I'll be happy if you're happy, and I meant what I said before, I can't ever live there, Draco, but it's your home, your legacy, your birthright," she continued, her hand on his arm, his arm around her waist. "Remember that first weekend, after our honeymoon, when you took me on a tour of the grounds and the house, and you told me about growing up there, and how much you loved it? You took me over the grounds, to the woods and showed me the stream, and you told me about the library, and about how wonderful Christmas was there, and everything that you loved about it growing up."

"Well, I decided I had no right to take that away from you. Let's just say, I know what it feels like to have something that important taken away from you, a place you call home, and it's not a nice feeling. I mean, home is where the heart is, I know, and my home will always be with you and our son, and yours with Cygnus, and me, but a house can be a home, too. It's not just a sense of well being, but a place, isn't it?"

"I want you to know that it's true, I can't live there, but that doesn't mean we can't spend weekends there occasionally, or holidays, or have parties there. I might even want to borrow a book from that massive library someday." She smiled.

However, he was still frowning. One statement stuck in his brain and screamed out at him. She had said, "Let's just say I know what it feels like to have something important taken away from you, a place you call home, and it's not a nice feeling." She was referring to her cottage. He felt sick to his stomach that he had forced her to leave a place that she loved and called home. Then in the next second, he felt elated that he was going to be able to give it back to her, just as she had given him permission to return to the Manor, and in some sense to be able to call it 'home' once again.

"Thank you," he said simply. There were no other words to express how he felt. Their wedding song began to play. As the sounds of the song, 'Something' played around them, they began to dance. Hermione's dad walked toward them, holding their son. He handed the baby to them. Draco held his wife, as she held their son, and the three of them danced to the same song that just fourteen months earlier, she had walked down an aisle to, on their wedding day.

After a few more speeches, some heartfelt, (Hermione's), some funny, (George's), some reluctant, (Harry's), some sincere, (Hermione's dad), some cordial, (Lucius Malfoy's) the entire group ate and enjoyed the rest of the afternoon.

Around seven in the evening, Draco stood up and clapped his hands to get everyone's attention. "Attention, ladies, gentlemen, Oliver Wood. I have an announcement to make. I too have an anniversary present for my wife. It's something we've all been working on all morning long, and we didn't know it was going to be an anniversary present, because we didn't know she had planned this little party. However, it fits perfectly in our little theme of places to call home. If everyone would kindly grab a hand of a Weasley sibling, I think there's enough of them, we will apparate everyone there."

Everyone began to pop away, everyone except for Draco and Hermione. Hermione was feeding their son, and she looked up from her chair and said, "What have you done?"

"Take my hand and find out," he said.

Hermione placed her son's bottle on the table, looked at the baby and said, "Shall we trust him, son?"

"He says yes," Draco said. He held out his hand. She stood up, biting her bottom lip. She felt more nervous than she'd felt earlier. She still hadn't taken his hand. He said, "Trust me, Hermione. I will never, ever, let you down again. I've learned my lesson this weekend. Everything I do from now on will put your happiness, and our son's happiness, first." She slowly placed her hand in his. He brought it up to his mouth, kissed it, kissed the top of his son's head, and then wrapped his arms around them both, and disapparated away.

He landed directly inside the living room. Everyone else had been directed to land outside. He wanted Hermione to be the first one to see the inside, and he wanted to show it to her alone. He let her go, and she stumbled. He held out his arm to steady her, and he took their now crying infant from her arms.

However, she didn't hear her son's cries. She didn't hear Draco as he explained how he contacted the witch who bought the cottage that very morning, how he had to give her a boatload of galleons for the place, how they had to work all day to restore it to how she once had it. She didn't hear him as he complained about how the Weasleys fought and were worthless workers, and if it wasn't for Ginny, nothing would have been completed.

No…she didn't hear any of that. She was in total awe, complete shock, astonished, astounded, surprised. She roamed around the room, in amazement. He said something about how he took her old things out of storage, to decorate the place. She didn't hear him. She picked up a pillow. He said something about how he recreated the things he had to replace. She didn't notice. She walked up to the front window, looked outside, saw all her family and friends on the front garden, and she turned back to face him and her son.

Then she ran from the room, out the backdoor, and to the back garden. Draco was confused. He opened the front door, asked Ginny to take the baby and to show everyone around.

"Where's Hermione?" Ginny asked even as she passed the crying baby to Harry.

"I don't know, but I'm going to find out." Draco took off toward the backdoor, ran outside, and looked everywhere for her. He spotted her by a fence at the very end of the garden, near the little woods. He walked toward her slowly.

When he finally reached her, she turned to face him. "Hermione, have I done something wrong? Was this the wrong thing to do?" Had he messed up, yet again?

She threw her arms around him and continued to cry. He smiled. No, he had done the best thing possible. He had made his wife cry, and this time, they were tears of joy and happiness.

"Oh, Malfoy, what have you done?" she asked as she pushed away from his chest.

"I hope I've done something incredibly loving and endearing, or else I've wasted my entire morning and most of my afternoon," he complained. "I'm confused. Are you happy?"

"Yes," she said plainly. She closed her eyes slowly, placed her hands over her face, and repeated that sentiment. "Yes, I'm very happy." She opened her eyes and looked back at her little red cottage. "How did you manage this so fast? I thought I was wonderful to plan a simple party for you in one morning, but you did all of this!"

"I am rather amazing, aren't I?" he said without airs. He took her hand and swung her arm back and forth. "Now we'll have to bide our time between our home, Red Roes cottage, and the Manor. Good thing I'm going to become a man of leisure and quit my job."

"And I'll be twice as busy, going back to school, and the cottage will be the perfect escape, the perfect place to come and study, or to spend time alone."

"Alone?" he asked. "You mean, without me and Cyg?"

"Alone," she reiterated, "Meaning only me, my husband and my child, no one else." She placed her arms around his waist, hugged him tight with her head on his shoulder and she said, "This so makes up for you forgetting our anniversary. This is the nicest, most thoughtful thing anyone has ever done for me. Thank you so much. I love this place, and I've really missed it." She looked up at him and he traced a finger down her face.

She explained, "I think when I ran away to my dad's cabin this weekend, I secretly wished I still had this place in which to run. I shouldn't have given it up so easily. We were just married, I didn't know you very well, so to speak, I wanted to make you happy, you wanted a bigger house, and since I had already said no to living in a wing at the Manor, I thought I couldn't say no to a bigger house. I felt I owed it to you, to give up my cottage, because I made you give up the Manor for me."

He shook his head. He reached for her hands, and held them in his. "I never asked you to give up your cottage. Yes, I wanted, needed, and expected a bigger home after we married, but all you had to say was that you wanted to keep your cottage and we would have kept it. It wasn't like we needed the money from the sale of the cottage to buy the new house. Granger, sometimes, for a smart woman, you're unperceptable."

"That's not a word," she complained.

"Yes it is, look it up," he said with a grin.

"What does it mean?" she challenged.

"It means to be without perception, to be dense, in other words, to be Hermione Granger no hyphen Malfoy."

"You're a nutter," she said. They walked back toward the cottage, hand-in-hand in silence. When they reached the back porch, Hermione asked, "Do me a favour."

"I already bought your bloody cottage back, what more do you want?" he asked with a sardonic lilt to his voice.

She glared at him.

"Fine, what?" he asked.

"Make everyone leave now."

"Why? That would be rude," he said. "They all helped a lot today, and they want to help us celebrate," Draco explained.

"I want to make love to you," she said.

Draco opened the backdoor and shouted, "Alright, it's time for everyone to leave now!" He stepped inside and said, "All you Weasleys, I want to thank you for all your hard work, but it's time to go. It's late and I'm tired." He turned toward Harry and Ginny, who were playing with the baby on the couch, and he said, "Why don't you two take Cyggy home for the night, and maybe if you're good, Father Christmas will give you one of your own someday."

Ginny frowned at him, but Harry merely handed him his son. "Fine, we'll go, but you can take care of your own son, Malfoy." Draco handed the baby to Hermione's mother and turned to the others in the room.

He pushed on Adrian Pucey's back and he said, "Out, out, out. My wife and I need some time alone." Adrian snickered and Draco leaned forward and whispered, "Did you do what you said you were going to do in the master bedroom, with the lingerie in the closet?"

Adrian nodded, winked, and left.

Draco clapped his hands and said, "Okay that takes care of three people, why are the rest of you all still standing around. Out, out, I say. Bill, take your family and go home. Charlie, take yourself and go home. Wood, throw yourself under a bus."

Hermione laughed and said, "Draco, don't be so rude."

"You shut up, you're the one that wanted to be alone," he said with a pointed finger in her direction.

Her mother leaned over, kissed her cheek and said, "Molly and Arthur will see that your father and I get home. We'll take Cygnus for one more night, won't we Edward?"

Edward was walking out of the bathroom and he said, "What? Where is everyone going? Why is everyone leaving already?"

"That's right, finish up the tour, Edward, and get your arse out of here," Draco barked. Lucius was sitting in a wingback chair by the fireplace and Draco turned to him and said, "You too, Father, get the hell out of my cottage." Lucius stood up, gave him a towering stare, and Draco leaned forward and said, "Please, Father? Hermione wants to have sex now."

"Say no more," Draco's mother said. She took her husband's arm and led him toward the door.

Lucius looked over his shoulder and continued to stare at his son. Draco called out, "Thank you, Father. I'll see you tomorrow. We'll have drinks. I'll make it up to you, I promise."

After everyone was gone, Draco shut and locked the door. Hermione stood in the doorway that led from the kitchen to the living room and laughed. "Draco, now they all know why we want to be alone."


She looked up at the ceiling and said, "He did a really nice, thoughtful, wonderful thing, so I shall not become angry with him. I won't." She looked at her husband and said, "You're incorrigible."

"Is that a word?" he joked, taking her hand and leading her to the bedroom.

"It's a word, believe me," she said. "Unlike you, I don't make up words." Draco led her to the bedroom, opened the door, and his jaw dropped. Hermione walked directly into his back. She stepped around him and she too stopped, in horror.

Draco turned to her and said, "I swear, Granger, I gave Pucey the job of decorating the bedroom, and he had pictures to go by, plus I had used your little fantasy spell with all of them, so they could see how everything looked, so they could recreate what we didn't have in storage. I did not tell him to do this! He said he was putting some sexy lingerie in the closet, and a sexy book on the nightstand, and that's it, I swear!"

Hermione began to laugh. She bent at the waist and laughed, and laughed and laughed.

There were mirrors on the ceiling, black fur on the bed, chains hanging from the wall, sex toys everywhere, and even a 'how to manual' lying on the bed. In a frame on the wall were their ten commandments. Hermione wheezed, "Everyone saw this, Draco!" She laughed harder.

Draco opened the closet door and found nothing but leather and bondage gear. He said, "I don't know whether to kill Adrian Pucey, or give him a hug."

Hermione was still laughing. When she finally stopped she said, "I cannot make love to you in here, but it was good for a laugh. Come on, let's just go home."

"No, I wanted this to be perfect," he whined.

"Any place with you is perfect," she said poetically.

"What a bunch of malarkey," he scoffed. "Get out. I'll fix this room in no time. Go get naked or something. Give me fifteen minutes or so."

He literally pushed her out of the door.

Hermione went into the bathroom, and when she came out, exactly fifteen minutes later, her old bedroom was put to rights. It was exactly as she remembered it. "Wow, you did a great job," she said as she walked into the room, fingering the quilt on the bed.

"I did nothing. The whole place was charmed to change back to this. You no sooner left when it started to change," Draco said with a grin.

"Oh," she said modestly. Suddenly feeling a bit shy, she continued to walk around the familiar looking room. He finally reached for her, clutched her to him and growled, "I think I need you now, Granger."

He laid her down on the mattress, and when her hands went to her ears, to remove the earrings, he said, "Allow me." He removed her earrings, then her wedding rings, and her watch. He placed them all on the table by the bed. He leaned over her and he figured out a way to undo her dress so that she stayed on the bed. Once it was on the floor, he worked on her shoes, her stockings, her bra and then her knickers. When she was completely naked, laid out in front of him, a feast for his eyes, he said, "I will never need to see another woman as long as I live, because I've seen perfection in you."

She tilted her head and smiled at him. He removed his jacket, his tie, and then unbuttoned his shirt slowly. He knew he could never live without her, and the thought of doing so hurt him deep inside. He loved his wife. What a strange sentiment. "I love my wife," he said aloud. He kicked off his shoes, and pulled off his socks.

"Does she know?" Hermione asked with a laugh.

"I'm sure she does," he said as he removed his pants. Her hand came up to his stomach, and her fingers skimmed the skin there, and then went slowly down his hip to his thigh. There was nothing more breathtaking than the sight of his wife when she was full of desire for him. It was intoxicating.

With reverence, he stroked her cheek and her neck. He sat beside her on the bed, slid his hand down her neck, to her chest, around her breasts, down her arms, down one leg, and then up the other. He cupped one breast, leaned down, and kissed the outside of the other. Her skin was flawless, ivory and fair, free of blemishes and scars. He kissed his way down her stomach. She grasped his hair. He lifted his head again, placed his chin on her stomach, and said, "I love the fact that no other man will ever look upon this sight before me. It's only for me, forever. That's a hallowing thought, love. It boggles my mind to know that you're mine forever."

He said it so sincerely that she was without words. She lifted his face from her stomach, pulled his face up to hers, and kissed him hard and with ultimate passion. When they parted, she said, "Draco Malfoy, you are the most precious man in the world, and perfect for me in every, single way."

"The whole world?" he asked, amused.

"Yes," she said sincerely.

"And the next time I vex you terribly, may I remind you that you made such a claim?" he asked, still amused by her statement.

"You may," she laughed. With a tenderness that almost made him cry, she propped herself on her side, and began to touch him all over, with gentle caresses, her hand sliding and gliding along his chest, arms, legs, face, stomach. She was touching him as if it was the first time, as if she was trying to remember him forever, or as if she was molding him in clay. He waited his entire life for her, and here she was, and it was almost too ideal.

They made love, and that was enough said. When they finally parted, her head on his chest, his arms around her, he asked, "Is there anything else that would make this weekend perfect for you, Hermione? Is there anything else I can do for you to make you see that we really do belong together, forever?"

"No, life is perfect and complete," she said, but then she sat up. "Wait, maybe not."

"Hold that thought," he said. He jumped from the bed, grabbed his pants and only his pants, slipped them on, and walked out the door. She assumed he was going to the toilet, although why he needed his trousers for the toilet she didn't know.

"That was a bit rude," she said to herself. She was going to tell him that the only thing that would make the weekend perfect, and end it on a completely happy note, would be if Cygnus was with them, but he jumped out of bed before she could finish her thought. She climbed out of the bed, slipped his shirt over her body, and then straightened up the covers before she climbed back in the bed.

A few moments later, Draco came walking into the bedroom, their infant son in his arms. She clapped her hands in delight. "Oh, Draco, that was what I was going to say! It would be perfect if Cam was here."

"I know, I know," he said, handing their son to his mother, and then sitting next to them on the bed. Their baby was sleeping. He put his arms around them both and said, "If this weekend has taught you only one thing, Granger, let it be that we are meant to be together, forever, oh, and that I know you better than you know yourself."

"That's two things," she argued. She kissed the baby's head.

"Fine, if this weekend has taught you two things, let it be…" he started.

She interrupted and said, "I get it, fine, just stop talking. I'm tired and you might wake the baby."

"I'm trying to be all romantic and poetic," he whined.

"Yes, and it's appreciated, but you can stop it now. It's a bit much, and it's harbouring on the sickening," she complained.

"Sickening? You did not just call me sickening," he said. He removed his pants and then got back under the covers. "You're the sickening one…all the rubbish about me being the most precious man in the world and perfect for you in every way. Bollocks, I say. If I was perfect for you in ever way, you wouldn't have just insulted me."

"Go to sleep, Draco," she said. She rocked her already sleeping baby back and forth, as she sat in the bed. "You are perfect, so just shut up and go to sleep."

"You're perfect, too, so you shut up and go to sleep," he said. He turned away from her, smiled, and said, "I love you, Granger."

She leaned over him, kissed his cheek, and said, "I know, and I love you, Malfoy." He turned to face her. She scooted down in the bed, placed their son between them, and they smiled at each other.

"We make a perfect pair, don't we?" he asked.

"Indeed," she said. She kissed her son, then her husband, then closed her eyes. When she was asleep, her husband picked their son up from the bed, placed him in the crib in the other room, and then joined her again in their bedroom.

He pulled her in his arms and closed his eyes, and went to sleep, and dreamed of a perfect life, where they were no longer an unlikely pair, but the most perfect pair in the world.

The End

Ten Commandments to a Good Marriage, by Draco and Hermione

1.) Thou shall not avoid your spouse. Do not avoid talking to them. Do not avoid spending time with them. Do not avoid telling them how you think and what you feel. Don't assume to know what they want, by avoiding them.

2.) No lying to your spouse under any circumstances, no matter what, because all lies have the potential of hurting others.

3.) Before retiring each night, tell your spouse one thing you like about them, or say one genuinely nice thing to them, and never let issues or petty fights from the day continue until the next day. Resolve all issues before bed and then smile and make the other person happy, because you're in love with them, after all.

4.) All life decisions that affect both partners, their family, their home, and their hearts, shall be made jointly, regardless of the fact that one partner might make more money than the other. Marriage is an equal partnership, and no one has more say in any decision than the other person.

5.) Marriage is about giving and receiving. Selfishness should be avoided. Think before you act, and before considering your feelings, think of your spouse first. Always put their feelings above and before your own. Trust your instincts. If you are afraid something might hurt the other person, it probably will.

6.) Everyday you should strive to make your spouse laugh or smile. Enjoy each other. Find comfort in each other. Play silly games, make up songs, find joy in the little things, and most important of all, remember to always end and start the day with a simple, "I love you", because if you do, you should say it. In other words, be nice and never say mean or hateful things to the person whom you love the most, and who loves you just as much.

7.) If you can't talk to the person you're married to, then you shouldn't talk to anyone. Even if the problem is with them, you need to speak with them first. Be truthful with your emotions, wants, and desires. Don't be afraid to admit what you want and need. Don't be afraid of rejection. Ultimate trust and honestly must be preserved at all times, if a marriage is to be successful. If you can't share your hopes, dreams, fears, and failures, with the person who loves you the most, and without fear of retribution, then you shouldn't share them with anyone else

8.) Spend quality time together every week. Make plans, and keep them. Date your spouse, just as you did when you were courting, (yes, yes, Draco and Hermione never dated, they just got married, we know.) Pick one day a week for a date, even if the date is a simple walk, or as elaborate as a weekend away, and make sure to spend one day a week as a family, because family is forever.

9.) Share your interest and passions with each other. Don't be afraid to show your spouse the 'real you', and what is really important to you. Make time for yourself, but make time to be together. Be selfless with your time and your pursuits. If there is something you enjoy doing by yourself, than you should enjoy it even more sharing it with your loved one. Share of your time, talent, love and life.

10.) Fall in love with your spouse every day, all over again, as if each day is the first day, or the last day.