20 June, 2010 (Sunday)

Hermione awoke from a pleasant dream to the feeling of a soft, wet mouth worshipping between her legs.

She came wide awake as Draco's tongue teased her body out of its slumber, rejuvenating its need. Within a matter of moments, she was dizzy and heated from his expert attentions, widening her legs and arching her hips. She ran her fingers through his silky, champagne hair and breathed his name on a sigh of pleasure.

The night before had been incredible. He'd taken her back to his family's resort home here in Greece, and brought her to his bed. There, he'd taught her things she'd never known about the art of love-making. He'd sunk into her so deeply and so thoroughly, over and over again, joining their bodies, uniting their hearts, and moving her soul that she'd begun to think of them as one entity, rather than two.

The night before, they'd become partners in every way, just as she'd hoped.

When her orgasm this time rolled through her, sweeping her up and pulling her under, it took her long minutes to resurface. By then, Draco was fully seated within her and moving, demonstrating his strength and endurance once again, and imprinting his scent and touch upon her. As he filled her with his seed at last, he whispered his tender feelings into her ear and held her tight.

It took them another two hours to get out of bed, bathe, and dress - mostly because Draco had insisted Hermione be "properly washed from head to toe". It took him a false start (and another round of hot, wet sex) before he was satisfied that he'd accomplished his goal.

Around lunchtime, they'd agreed to return to her Aunt's house to find out what had happened to their 'dates' and to confirm the rumours that had no doubt gone around last night between the Nicks, Nicki, Anita, and Diane.

Walking into the main dining area, Hermione was astounded to find that not only were Rhachel and Apollodorus there, holding hands and grinning like fool lovers with a secret, but that the entire house was in an uproar, every cousin moving here and there between rooms, carrying boxes of what appeared to be decorations and arms full of canvas sacks filled with groceries. Tulle was strewn out all over flat surfaces, decorating tables like frilly tutus.

To her utter surprise, Hermione's mum was there as well, apparently having hopped on a Muggle airplane and taken the three and a half hour flight over to come to visit her sister.

"Hermione, love!" the woman greeted Hermione, holding her cell in one hand and coming around the table to give her daughter a kiss on the cheek. "We've all been waiting for you to get here. Your Aunt called me early this morning with the news! We're all so thrilled." She glanced at Draco, taking him in with a critical eye. "Well, he's certainly not swarthy or Greek, but he is handsome and well-to-do, I'm told. Excellent." She handed Hermione her cell. "Your father's on the phone. Say hello."

She passed the phone off. Hermione, who took it with some confused reluctance. "Hullo, dad?"

"Ah, Hermione, excellent," her father stated in his typical greet. "I just wanted you to know I'll be flying in tomorrow. Must go into the office to finish up some things so they won't get in the way next week. Wouldn't miss the ceremony for the world, my girl! Can't wait to give you away!"

Ceremony? Wait, WHAT?

"Er, dad, what are you talking about?" she asked. "Give me away? Ceremony?"

"For your wedding, darling," her father calmly stated. "Your mother tells me it's next Saturday. You and your cousin Rhachel will be married in a double-booking. She's finally marrying that Apollo fellow, it seems, and you've hitched yourself to a smart one, I'm told." He cleared his throat. "I'll admit it was a bit of a shock to be the last ones to know. Out of the blue, really. But, one must roll with the punches, eh? Your mother and I were an almost-elopement as well, until your Aunt Eumelia caught on. As they say, you can't fool a Greek when love is on the line, yes? Always in the mood for a party, they are, and they can sniff out a romance in the making every time. Even prod it along, if you take my meaning - calling managers, arranging for holidays, setting up challenges, creating drama. That sort of sport. Certainly worked on your mother and me."

Hermione's mind whirled at his implication.

"Oh. My. God."

"Now, darling, make sure to tell mother my flight arrives tomorrow night at Athens International," her father continued, completely oblivious to her sudden inner turmoil. "Half-past eight. British Air. Can't wait to meet your fiancé. Well, goodbye then."

He hung up.

With numb fingers, Hermione handed the phone over to her mother, who was currently badgering Draco about waist sash colours.

"I think yellow would be lovely, don't you, 'Melia?" her mother asked her Aunt, as the two of them held up swatches of fabric next to Malfoy's face.

"Oh, no. Makes him sallow, the poor dear," her Aunt replied in lightly-accented English. She flipped through the book, and held a different colour up against his cheek. "Ah, now blue. That's a perfect colour for his complexion."

"I think red better," Rhachel interjected, coming up alongside. She flipped through the book, found a nice crimson red and put it against Draco's face, then Apollodorus', then Hermione's, and finally her own. "Yes, red good for all."

Draco stared at them all like they were as daft as a brush, and then his gaze landed on her.

"It appears one time at the altar wasn't enough for me."

"Seems so," Hermione replied.

"You're a first time bride. You don't mind it happening like this?"

She shrugged. "Might as well. They'll just badger us until we do it their way anyway, you know that."

A naughty glint entered Draco's eye then. "Alright, but I have one, small condition. If I'm to wear Gryffindor red, you're to wear Slytherin green."

Hermione frowned and put her hands on her hips, staring him down.

"You want me to do what?"

~FIN~

Author's Notes:

We come at last to the end of this fic. I know the ending was abrupt, but this was a fest piece, and word count was an issue. I hope you have enjoyed it, nonetheless, and will consider leaving a final review letting me know what you thought of it.

OPA, my friends!