Three Years Have Passed Since The War Ended

“I haven’t heard from Hermione in a few weeks,” Ginny said to Harry.

“She was so gloomy last time we saw her,” he said, drying the Sunday brunch dishes Ginny handed to him.

“Let’s surprise her and take her out for a movie or Christmas shopping.”

Harry nodded.  “Great idea, Gin.  She’d like that.”

“Mmm, Draco, right there,” Hermione moaned, enjoying the languid rhythm of Draco’s body on top of hers.

“Do you like this?” he asked, thrusting into her at an angle that hit her clitoris and her g-spot.

“Oh, yeah, that’s perfect.”

So immersed were they in their love making that the sound of the floo did not register.

Harry and Ginny walked in and heard moaning.  Immediately, Ginny realized that they had walked in on Hermione and her mystery boyfriend, but Harry did not have the same realization.  All he heard was his best friend moaning and had visions of a bloodied and battered Hermione calling for help.  He was a good, but sometimes clueless, friend.

With his wand brandished, he burst into her room and was met with the sight of Draco Malfoy’s naked arse. 

“What the fuck?” Harry screamed at the pair.

Draco covered Hermione with his body.  “Get out!” he yelled.

“Harry Potter, get the bloody hell out of my room!  We’ll be out in a minute,” Hermione hollered, attempting to cover herself and Draco with a sheet.

Ginny dragged her husband out of the bedroom and shut the door.  She sat him on Hermione’s couch.

“Merlin’s balls, Harry!  How could you have burst into her room like that?”  Ginny scolded.

Harry seemed to be in shock.  “I don’t know.  I just…I just thought something had happened to Hermione.  I guess I don’t think of her that way.”

Ginny lowered her voice.  “Was that Malfoy?” 

Harry took off his glasses and cleaned them.  “Yeah, I think it was.”

“They seem to like each other.”

Harry looked at his wife and guffawed.  “You could say that.”

Ginny giggled and hid her face in Harry’s neck.  “Should we leave?  This is embarrassing.” 

“You’re embarrassed?  I almost attacked a shagging couple.” 

Hermione and Draco, disheveled but dressed, walked into the living room.

“Harry, Ginny.  Can I get you something to drink?”  Hermione asked her red-faced friends.

“I’d take a firewhisky,” Harry muttered.

“I’ll have one with you, Potter,” Draco said, walking to the kitchen. 

“Hermione, we’re so sorry.  Harry thought you were hurt and ran in,” Ginny said.

Hermione sat down on an adjacent chair.  “We had hoped to have you over for dinner, but I guess we can talk now.  Draco and I have been together for about two months.”

Draco came back in with two glasses of firewhisky and handed one to Harry.

“Hi Malfoy,” Ginny said.  “So, you’re Hermione’s mystery man?”

“I am,” he said, perching himself on the arm of Hermione’s chair.  Hermione rested her hand on his knee. 

“How did this,” Harry said, gesturing to Draco and Hermione, “happen?”

Draco wanted to roll his eyes, but refrained and let Hermione answer.

“We started talking at Flourish & Blotts and realized we had a lot in common.”

“Is it serious?” Harry asked.

“Harry, that’s not our business,” his wife protested.

But Draco interrupted.  “It is serious, Potter.” 

Hermione looked up at him and beamed.  Draco pressed a kiss to the crown of her head.

“If you’re happy with Malfoy, then we’re thrilled for you, Hermione,” Ginny said.  She wanted nothing more than for their friend to find love. 

“Will you two come over for dinner soon?” Hermione asked. 

Ginny took the hint and stood up, pulling Harry up by the arm.

“We’d love to.  Let us know when and what we can bring,” Ginny said, grabbing a handful of floo powder.

“We’ll talk soon,” Harry said to Draco.

“Alright, Potter.” 

The Potters disappeared into the flames.  Draco stood up and drank the rest of his firewhisky. 

“They took that well,” he said, smirking at Hermione.

“I would have preferred to tell them over dinner, but I agree, they took that surprisingly well.”

Hermione stood up and hugged Draco around the waist. 

“I love you,” she said into his chest.

He stilled before tilting her chin up.  “You do?”

She looked at his quizzical expression.  “I do.  I love you.  You don’t have to say anything.”

Her face was so open and trusting.  Now or never, Draco, he thought to himself.

“I love you, too.  You’re it for me, Hermione.”

He led her to the sofa and they sat.  A Tiffany blue box was produced from his pocket.

Merlin, Merlin, I’m not sure I’m ready for this, she thought.

“It’s not a ring.” 

Her frozen expression relaxed and she laughed. 

He opened the box to show her a three-carat diamond pendant on a platinum chain. 

Absolutely awestruck, she gently lifted it from the box.

“I wanted to give this to you for Christmas, but I don’t want to wait.”

“Draco, it’s beautiful,” she whispered. 

He wanted something big and ostentatious that said to everyone that Hermione was his.  He was still a Malfoy, after all. 

“I want you to wear it every day.  Will you do that?”

She threw her arms around his neck.  “Of course I will.  My other necklaces are dead to me.”

He grinned into her hair. 

“Will you help me put it on?”

She moved back and lifted her hair.  He clasped it behind her neck and admired the sparkling jewel.  It was gorgeous on her.

“Perfect,” he said, tracing the chain with his index finger.

Harry and Ginny stepped out of the floo, looked at each other and burst into laughter.

Ginny was giggling so hard she had to hold onto Harry to stay upright.

“That was…” Harry roared, tears of mirth gathering in his green eyes.

“Gods, Harry!  Malfoy and Hermione.  And we saw them shagging!”  Ginny yelped, immersed in uncontrollable sniggers. 

Harry got them to a wingback chair and pulled Ginny into his lap.  They held each other until their laughter subsided.

“I don’t think I’ll be able to look at those two ever again,” Harry said.

Ginny sobered.  “We’ve seen a lot worse with both of them.”

“True,” he murmured.

“She loves him, Harry.  I can tell he feels the same way about her.”

“You think so?”

“Yeah, I do.  She’s told me they have a lot in common.  And we know Hermione and love her, but she’s unusual.  It would take a special man to appreciate her.”

“Do you think Malfoy appreciates what she has to offer?  She’s had a hard time the last few years.” 

Ginny thought of what she knew of Malfoy.  “He’s had a hard time, too, Harry.  His fortune is gone and his parents are in Azkaban.  I saw him walking in Diagon Alley about a year ago and no one would even look at him.”

“I’ll give him a chance, for Hermione’s sake,” Harry conceded.  He reverently stroked Ginny’s small tummy.

“I’m feeling better today,” she said, resting her face against his messy, black mop of hair.

“Good.  I got some ideas watching Malfoy and Hermione.”  He gently pinched her nipple through her shirt.

Ginny smirked at her adaptable spouse.  “Mmm.  Do tell me more, Mr. Potter.”