Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, or any of the characters from the books or movies. It's all Ms. Rowling's.

A.N. This story might make no sense if you haven't read Muggle Marriage Law 51599.

31 Jul, Sat. 2330 (11:30 p.m.) BST

Draco laughed as he wrapped his left arm around her waist. He pulled her into one of the fireplaces on the ground floor.

"Shhh," Hermione giggled as she placed a finger on his lips. "You'll wake the whole manor."

He smiled at her sheepishly as he kissed her on the lips. She returned the kiss. When they finally broke their lip lock, Draco took a deep breath. He opened his right palm which was filled with the sooty floo powder. He wiggled his eyebrows. She just laughed.

He tightened his grasp around her waist as he dropped the powder. He clearly stated their destination, the fairly small Puka Inn and Bar, the international travel point, on the main Hawaiian Island of O'ahu. The green flame engulfed the couple.


31 Jul, Sat. 1230 (12:30 p.m.) HST

The pair stepped out of the fireplace in the bar's foyer. The quiet London late night gave way to the cocktail sipping Hawaii afternoon. Draco drew his wand and smirked at the brunette witch.

"You know you could apparate on your own, you do realize that," Draco said as he interlaced his fingers with hers.

"Drinking and apparating never really worked for me," she smirked.

Draco laughed. "You had one glass of wine at dinner, hon. I had four."

She laughed as well, "Well, you've always said you know how to hold your liquor. Besides, I haven't touched my wand in three years. I might end up freezing my ass off in Antarctica or something."

Draco glanced briefly at her backside. Hermione raised an eyebrow, smiling. "Wouldn't want that, now would we," he said as he kissed her cheek. "We seriously need to find a contractor soon to build that fireplace."

"And miss out on all the fun of side-along apparition, Draco?" she said, teasingly.

"Now look who's being incorrigible this time?" he laughed.

She nodded her head and smiled, "I trust you would never splinch me on purpose."

He laughed again before waving his wand over them. They vanished from the foyer of the bar like normal Wizarding people. They reappeared in the living room of the one story Muggle house.

It was an excellent idea to draw the blinds before leaving for the United Kingdom for the unexpected wedding ceremony only six weeks ago. The Muggle neighbors would have thought they were going crazy seeing people appear and disappear in front of their eyes. The drawn blinds also allowed the two lovers to fool themselves into thinking they were still in the late evening hours of the U.K.

He placed his wand in the back pocket of his trousers. They kicked off their shoes as they made their way to the main bedroom. Hermione's hands roamed over his shirt buttons. Even through the darkened living room, she could see his telltale smirk. He wrapped his left arm around her waist as he pulled her into their bedroom; his other hand deftly unbuttoned her blouse.

Her right hand snaked behind his neck and she pulled him in for another kiss while her left hand shut the door behind them. Both their tops fell to the carpeted floor as Draco pulled her to the bed. He drew his wand again and aimed it at the lamp on the nightstand on Hermione's side of the bed. The lamp lit up; a soft white glow emanated from the shaded lamp. Hermione could feel a grin cross Draco's lips as he pulled her to the foot of the bed. She pulled away from the kiss for a moment to look at him. She returned his grin.

He quickly uttered a silencing charm before hastily dropping his wand as he attacked her neck with kisses. His fingers worked to unbutton and unzip her khakis. Her fingernails grazed the length of his back. She heard him moan. He ran his palms inside the waistband of her pants and pushed them off her hips. They, too, pooled onto the floor. She stepped forward, pressing against his chest. She could already feel his erection through his pants.

His lips moved up to meet her own; their tongues tangled. He managed to remove her white cotton panties. He worked to remove the clasp of her bra. She slipped the bra off and dropped it to the floor as well. All the while, their lip lock never broke.

He moved his right hand over her abdomen before reaching between her legs. She moaned as he pushed one digit into her folds. She bucked against his hand as he pushed another finger into her. He kissed her neck as he heard her exhale through pursed lips. He pumped his fingers into her slowly teasing her to the edge.

"You're a . . . prat, Draco," she moaned, exploding as he crooked his finger.

He smiled at her as he pulled his fingers from her. He canted his eyebrow as he brought his hands to his lips. He watched her reaction as he sucked his fingers clean, tasting her. She smirked at him.

His breath caught in his chest as he watched her kneel before him. Her hands quickly released his belt buckle. She unbuttoned and unzipped his trousers pulling them down to his ankles. She ran her palms over the front of his boxers.

He groaned as he kicked the black trousers to the side. She raised her eyebrow. Her hands flashed to his hips before she gently tugged the silk underwear off of him.

For a moment, Draco might have felt the effects of the four glasses of wine when he stumbled backwards onto the bed. Before he could get back up, she ran her palms up his thighs. He exhaled through pursed lips as he watched her hands inch upward to his erect penis.

Draco's jaw dropped for a moment. But clamped shut as she took him into her mouth. "Bloody fucking hell, Hermione," he said in a strained whisper, forgetting that he had already cast the silencing charm, as she swirled her tongue around his tip. He fisted the cotton bedspread to control himself.

Her hands roamed over his chest as she bobbed her head up and down at varying speeds, teasing him to the point of ecstasy. He rocked upwards, into her mouth. He could feel her smirk against him.

He caught her eye. She was smiling up at him, which utterly disarmed him. "Merlin," he said breathlessly as she crawled up his body. She sat, straddling his lap as he looked into her eyes. She ran her fingers through his hair. He captured her lips in a deep kiss as he guided her onto his erect penis.

She let out a soft moan as he entered her; neither moved for a moment as they looked into each other's eyes. He gently pulled her legs around his waist and then cupped her ass, prodding her to move as he thrust upwards. She held his shoulders for support as they matched each other's rhythm.

Draco trailed his fingertips over her breasts. He smiled as they hardened at his slight brush. He watched her exhale.

She leaned into him, kissing his neck. She heard him moan. She pushed her right palm into his left shoulder, surprising him for a moment. He canted his eyebrow upward as he watched her grin.

He laughed as he lay flat on his back. He placed his hands on her hips as she rode him. "Bloody, hell, Hermione," he said. "I love you."

Hermione paused for a moment as she looked into his eyes. Draco held his breath, wondering if he had said something wrong. She bent down to kiss him full on the mouth. She interlaced her fingers with his. She broke their lip lock so that they could both breathe.

"I love you more, Draco," she said before kissing him again.

They made love over and over again. They eventually maneuvered themselves beneath the covers as if avoiding any possibilities of voyeurs peeking through the blinds.

Hermione lay on her back, quite spent. Her eyes fluttered as Draco continued to thrust into her, not yet hitting his climax. Draco gently pushed their hands, their fingers interlaced, into the pillow on which she rested her head.

She smiled upwards at him. Draco kissed her neck, eliciting a moan from her. He moaned himself as he felt her tighten around him. She felt his warmth spill into her. He collapsed onto her chest for a moment, kissing her neck again. He let her hands go.

"I'm crushing you, aren't I?" he said into her shoulder. He felt her chest expand as she took in a breath.

"I'm fine, Draco," she said sleepily.

Draco turned his attention to the nightstand. The Muggle still pictures of the little two year-old and her mother bookended the new Wizarding photograph of the reunited family. The amateur photographer/ Ministry wand tracker took the photo of the happy family on the dance floor during the wedding reception.

Draco, dressed in his dark green dress robe, stood holding the little brown haired, grey eyed child on his hip while he wrapped his other arm around Hermione's waist. Hermione, clad in her deep red, ankle length silk dress, rested her hand on his chest. The older platinum blonde wizard stood next to his son while his beautiful wife stood next to her daughter-in-law. They all smiled for the camera.

Hermione pushed a strand of sweat matted hair away from his cheek. "What are you smiling about?" she asked her husband.

He watched as the red digits on the Muggle clock radio turned to read 4:38 p.m. He turned to her and kissed her on her forehead before moving off of her. He lay next to her breathing deeply. He kept smiling as he turned to face her. He held up his left arm to accio his wand.

He aimed his wand at the lamp. He paused for a moment as he looked at the dormant serpent and skull. He took in a breath. Hermione noticed his hesitation. "Are you all right?" Hermione asked concerned.

"I'm fine, Hermione," he said as he kissed her cheek. She was his savior. He smiled at her again before pointing his wand at the lamp. The light turned off. He gently tossed his wand onto the nightstand.

Hermione pulled in closer to him, resting her left palm on his abdomen. "You know you could have just turned the knob," she said laughing.

He laughed as well. "Do you really have to go into work on Monday?" he asked.

"What kind of responsible chemistry teacher would I be if I played hooky on the first day of school?" she said sleepily.

"Forever the honorable Gryffindor lioness," he laughed again. "You could always ask Jon to cover for you."

"Very funny, Draco," she said yawning.

"Well, we could stay in bed all day tomorrow, then. Maybe shag a couple of … dozen times."

"You're incorrigible," she laughed as she rubbed his stomach, her eyes slowly drooping. "Besides, Lois and your parents are expecting us for lunch tomorrow."

"Mmmm," he took in a sharp breath as her hand neared his thigh. He could feel himself hardening again. But as much as he would have loved to bury himself inside her, he knew she was exhausted. He didn't want to press his luck, remembering their lovely conversation back in Third Year. He shut his eyes to try to calm himself; it didn't work.

He turned on his side, facing away from her, bringing her left arm with him inadvertently. He felt her against his back. Her hand draped over his midsection. He closed his eyes as he took hold of her left hand with his own, interlacing his fingers with hers. Their wedding bands touched. He brought their hands to his chest, placing them on the familiar silver chain that rested there.

'Think of awful thoughts,' he told himself a little painfully. He took in a breath as an image of their former potions professor, now headmaster of their old school, dressed in a maroon colored sundress and a golden fedora flashed before him. He smiled to himself as the thought of the Head of his former House would ever be caught dead in Gryffindor colors, had crossed his mind. He began to calm down as he, too, gave in to sleep.