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There were a hundred different ways that Hermione believed she could be spending her weekend at the Burrow. Usually hanging out with Harry and Ginny, along with their little one James, or helping George test new products for his shop in ways that wouldn’t actually hurt someone. She still remembered the black eye she got back in third year from one of his…inventions.
But watching a Quidditch match between Ginny and Draco Malfoy was not one of them.
Ginny had gone on to play for the Holyhead Harpies after she had graduated and Draco had gone to play for the Falcons. This has caused the two to strike up a friendship that surprised her at first, but now seemed to make perfect sense. Both were intelligent and witty, always quick with a comeback, and both were fiercely loyal. And Draco being around more meant that the Weasley’s and the others in her life had come to accept that Draco was in their lives now.
Hermione's mouth quirked as she looked down at the simple wedding band she now wore on her ring finger. The black diamond winked at her in the sunlight. She looked back up at her husband, who was now teasing Ginny with a few taunts, trying to make her lose her goal.
As much as Ginny’s and Draco’s friendship had made sense, Hermione and Draco being together made even more. They just fit in a way that was surprising at first, but then just clicked into place. They had started a friendship in their 8th year after Draco had apologized and made amends to everyone. And Hermione had fallen quickly for the blonde. The man she knew was nothing like the boy she had grown up with. A year after their friendship started, Draco had kissed her. He proposed another year later. They had married quickly to avoid a big wedding, to Narcissa’s dismay. And now, another two years later, Hermione found herself content and at peace.
Hermione looked back up at the Quidditch match she was supposed to be watching. This game was even more different than usual, seeing as everyone had taken several shots before. To make it more challenging, Ginny had told them. Hermione thought she just wanted to drink after not being able to for so long due to her pregnancy.
And now both players were slightly tipsy on their brooms. After a little bit longer, Draco had managed to shoot the winning shot and they called the game. Ginny grumbled goodnaturedly as they landed and headed back towards the group. Draco went up to Hermione, smirking.
“Hey, gorgeous. I’ve got to ask. Are you a Gringotts loan?”
Hermione rolled her eyes. He was definitely a little tipsy. “You’re drunk, Malfoy.”
He shook his head. “I’ve only had two shots.” It would have made more sense if he had actually held up two fingers instead of the four that were raised. Draco leaned in closer. “And you’re definitely a loan. Because you’ve got my interest.”
She couldn’t help it. She laughed. “You did not just use that line on me.”
“Is it working?”
Hermione laughed again, placing her hand on his arm. Draco looked at her hand. “It must be if you’re touching me. Your hand looks heavy. Can I hold it for you?” He took her hand and threaded their fingers together.
“Stoooop.” She begged, her laughter not subsiding.
He gave her a roguish grin. “Your lips look lonely. They should meet mine.”
“The worst. You are absolutely the worst, Draco Malfoy.”
“You know you love it.” He teased.
“I love you .” Hermione corrected. “Your puns and cheesy pick up lines I can do without.”
He pulled her closer, their mouths inches from each other. “I love you too, Hermione Granger-Malfoy.” Then he kissed her and Hermione lost herself in his kiss as she always seemed to do whenever he kissed her.
“Let’s go home.” She whispered, eager to keep kissing him.
Draco grinned. “Can I follow you? I was told to always follow my dreams.”
There was nothing Hermione could do but roll her eyes. Which she did before leading her silly husband back to their home.