All the Right Moves

After the ceremony, Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy decided to celebrate by going into Hogsmeade with their friends. Harry, Ron, and Ginny decided to tag along and they all went to the Hog’s Head for some celebratory drinks.

Draco bought a round of shots for everyone but Hermione, and everyone downed them quickly, celebrating this day. Not to be outdone, Harry decided to buy the next round, and those were quickly downed as well. By the third round, Ginny had decided to drop out, and the guys continued to down the shots.

It had becoming a pissing contest, to see who could handle the most alcohol. Draco had years of experience with fire whiskey and could out drink most.

Ron’s eyes were blood shot, but he was determined to beat the ferret. He had held in his temper all day, watching the woman he would always love get married, forever closing the door on them. He enjoyed his time with Cho, but his heart belonged to Hermione. When he had discovered that she was going to have Malfoy’s baby, he couldn’t see straight; he was so angry. What angered him the most was seeing how happy she looked; he had wanted to be the one to make her look like that. Instead he was forced to settle, and continue his non-relationship with Cho, but really he felt like the most alone person in the world.

Harry took in the scene. He watched Ron try and keep up with Draco. Draco was a cool drinker and seemed to handle his liquor well. Ron on the other hand was getting more and more sloppy. Harry tried to tell his mate that he had enough, which brought out the famous Ron Weasley temper. When Ron got up to teach the ferret a lesson, Harry and Ginny whisked him out of the Hog’s head to head back to the school.

Draco turned to Hermione and said, “Well Mrs. Malfoy, would you like to go to bed yet?”

Hermione smiled at her husband and replied, “Yes husband, I think we are more than ready to make this official.”

Draco grabbed her hand and she rose to meet his lips which crashed into hers. They quickly paid the tab and left.

Unbeknownst to them, their little conversation did not go unnoticed. On the floor of the bar not too far from where the group had been was a cockroach. That cockroach made its way outside and quickly transformed back into human form. Rita Skeeter stood outside with a huge smile on her face. She had the story of the year. She sometimes hung out at the bar, because occasionally she would get a great story from some of the drunks speaking to one another. No one knew that she was an unregistered animagus, except for Hermione Granger; no make that Hermione Malfoy now.

It was too late the damage was done. She quickly apparated back to her office so that she could start with her story. She used her quick quills pen which helped her flesh out some details; no one would care if they were true or not, she had gotten the best scoop of anyone. Lucius Malfoy’s son, the son of a known death eater, was now married to a muggle born. She giggled as she thought of people opening the daily prophet tomorrow and seeing the two lovebirds on the front page.

When Hermione and Draco had gotten back to the head boy’s room, she helped him with his clothes and stripped him to his boxers. By now the fire whiskey had fully entered his system, and he was barely functional. Hermione just shook her head at her new husband, and put him in their bed. She climbed in next to him, and curled up against his body. Even though she knew they should be shagging senseless, she was fine with just being with him. She knew what he had given up to be with her and how much he had changed. She also knew how much his life would be in danger if anyone had found out that they had wed. She rubbed her stomach as she felt their baby kick. Hermione had never felt so safe and happy all at once. She had found love, in the most unlikely of places, and it could only grow.

The next morning, she heard groaning next to her. Draco was slowing waking up and it was clear that he was hung over. Hermione got out of bed, and got a hangover potion from their bathroom store of potions and medicines. Draco drank the vile liquid, but within a few minutes was feeling much better. His head cleared, the ringing in his ears stopped, his stomach felt normal, and his mouth didn’t feel so dry. He looked up at the smiling face of his wife; he could hardly believe that he had a wife. She was shaking her head at his drinking antics from the night before, but she was obviously glowing. He had never seen her look so happy.

All the sudden, Draco’s owl swooped into the room with a red envelope. Draco looked puzzlingly, and then opened it. It was a howler; all the sudden Lucius’s voice came bellowing out.

“What son of mine would be stupid enough to marry a bloody mudblood? Don’t you know how final that is, and you have the audacity to ruin the Malfoy name by giving it to that loathsome inferior? When the dark lord hears about this, he is going to mark you for dead, and then who will save you? The filthy mudblood, or wonder boy Potter, or perhaps blood traitor, good for nothing, poor as dirt Weasley? I hope you know that you have broken your mother’s heart, and you are not welcome here ever again. I hope you enjoy your time with that filth, because you will both be rotting together very soon.”

At this the envelope went up in flames, and Hermione looked at Draco, horrified by what she heard.