A/N: This is it people! The final chapter :') Written in Draco's POV, hope you enjoy!

CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN : - )

"She thinks it's too big."

"It's a shoebox."

"That's what I said!"

Blaise walked around the miniature living room with his nose in the air, before stepping into the master bedroom.

"The guest room isn't too bad." He commented optimistically.

"That's the master bedroom." I replied.

"Oh."

I followed him as he scrutinized the size, the carpet, even the wallpaper in the room, before stepping through into the adjoining bathroom.

"Draco, what is that?" he asked me, eyeing the spa bath with interest.

"It's a bath."

"I can see that…" he growled, "What are all those holes for?"

"Hermione says they blow bubbles."

"Is it enchanted?"

"I guess so," I shrugged. "She was very excited about the bath. She was adamant on getting one big enough for both of us."

Blaise chuckled and looked at me with a raised eyebrow. "Did you tell her you bathe in an indoor swimming pool at the manor?"

"No, and she thinks this bathroom is fantastic, so don't ruin it for her."

Blaise raised his hands in defence before given me his questioning look.

"Just ask." I snapped at him.

"Do you think this place is fantastic?" he asked.

I smiled then. "I think it's small, I don't understand why the kitchen is next to the dining room and not beneath it, or why there are only five bedrooms –four if you count the lack of study- or why only the master bedroom has its own bathroom. There's very little I understand about this house, I couldn't understand half the nonsense the muggle agent was babbling on about.

"But I understood the look in Hermione's eyes when she first stepped inside. You should have seen her get all excited over a kitchen. Or how she spoke about what colours we could paint the bedrooms. Or what curtains would look good in the living room."

"So, that's enough for you to live in a house -not to mention a neighbourhood- that you don't like?" Blaise questioned.

"Blaise, one day when you stop screwing any pureblood woman that walks, you'll understand. I'd live in the gutter, if that's where she wanted to be."

"Mate, I'm never going to be as whipped as you are." He ducked my stinging hex which created a small scorch mark in the wall behind him.

"Shit!" I cursed, striding over to the damage and running a hand over it.

"It's tiny, she won't notice." Blaise laughed.

"Once again, you didn't see her reaction to this place. She will notice."

"Just place her dresser in front of it." Blaise suggested, flicking his wand at the dresser and levitating it over the bed and in front of the damage.

I snarled at him before shifting it back to where it was.

"Hermione wants it by the window, besides, the bedside tables won't fit if it's there!"

"Well, my apologies." Blaise said defensively as he sat down on the edge of the bed.

He watched as I shifted the bedside tables Hermione had wanted into place and unfurled the rug in front of the bed. The room looked exactly how Hermione had described it.

"Gold curtains?" Blaise queried.

"Hermione's second choice, she wanted red." I smirked, remembering the argument we had had at the muggle store.

"Where is Hermione anyway?" Blaise asked, checking the doorway as if she might suddenly walk through it.

"She says she's packing her things at Grimmauld." I shrugged.

"'She says'?"

"For the last month she's had an excuse for her absence from eight to one every day."

"So, where is she?"

"She won't tell me, because we had an argument about her working. But she's convinced the Weasley twins to hire her at their shop part-time. She feels guilty for having no money to put towards the house."

"Maybe if you told her how much money you actually have, or how your family made that money over the years, she wouldn't feel as guilty."

"Again, something you will never mention. I have told her how much I have. I don't think she believes me."

"I don't think I did at first either." Blaise admitted in embarrassment. I smirked at this and he scowled.

"So what are you going to do about the wall?" his face fell even further when I smirked. He had been hoping to worry me.

"I have a plan." I shrugged, smirking as Blaise cocked his head.

"And what is your plan of hiding a damaged wall?" he asked. "Are you just going to buy a new one with all that money?"

"No, I have a little something to… distract her." I grinned. I pulled a small box out of my pocket.

Blaise's mouth fell open in shock as I opened the box and placed it in the centre of the bed carefully, so that Hermione could see it from the doorway when she came home.

"I think proposing is a bit much to distract her from a tiny burn on a wall." Blaise commented after a moment.

"Shut up." I laughed. "What do you think?"

"I think… well, I don't know why I'm surprised really…" Blaise shook his head before looking at me with sincerity. "I'm proud of you, mate."

"Proud?" I scoffed.

"Yes, I never thought Draco Malfoy would ever settle down, with a muggle born at that." He stood and embraced me. "Congratulations, Draco. You couldn't find a finer woman, even a pureblood."

I smirked at his inability to forget blood status and pulled back from the embrace, clasping his shoulder in thanks for a moment before leaving the room to finish placing all the large furniture where Hermione wanted it all.

She had wanted the room downstairs, next to the kitchen, to be the study. Then there were four left. To me, it seemed reasonable to have all four as guest bedrooms, but Hermione couldn't quite comprehend it. She had quite excitedly suggested we use the furthest bedroom for potion making, something she was still very interested in studying.

Two could be guest rooms; and the other…

"Hermione thought you'd like to live here for a little while." I told Blaise hesitantly, "Since your home is no longer safe."

Blaise looked stunned for a moment. "Are you sure?"

"I can't remember the last time you spent more than a week away from me. I can't see why here would be any different." I drawled.

"You make me feel so welcome." Blaise grinned.

"So, is that a yes?" I asked.

"I suppose it is."

"Hermione will be thrilled."

"I hope she's almost as excited as you are." Blaise said sarcastically before looking into each of the rooms.

"I'll take the one furthest from you two. Distance might reduce the night noises."

"They happen during the day too, my friend." I smirked. "And you can have the one second furthest from us. Hermione wants that one for potion making."

Blaise went in to inspect his room before coming out with a scowl on his face.

"Not to your liking?" I sighed. He was already being a lousy house mate.

"If I'm going to be living here for any amount of time, I want a bathroom."

"You have one, down the hall and to the left." I grinned, enjoying his irritation.

"I meant a personal one, connected to my room would be good." He snapped.

"Run it by the lady of the house when she gets home." I suggested.

Blaise smiled then, "I'll ask her after you shove a diamond on her finger. She's less likely to say no to some renovations then."

I shook my head at my oldest friend and smiled. The idea of buying our own home was to have our privacy, something I had paid a pretty price for –especially after all the crap that went in to exchanging galleons for muggle money- but having Blaise here, for whatever amount of time he decided to stay, would be comforting, if only just knowing he was safe.

"So, how would Hermione react to me bringing my…friends around from time to time?"

Then again, maybe here wasn't the safest place in the world for Blaise, at least not if he decided to bring every pureblood floozy home that so much as made eye contact with him.

"Do you think she'd say no to my bathroom then?" he gulped.

"I think she'd blast your room off of the house altogether, with you and your 'friend' in it." I think I might too. I had no problem with Blaise's womanising habits, but not under my roof with my soon-to-be wife.

"So the mark in the bedroom will bother her, but not a whole chunk of the house missing?" Blaise teased. I rounded on him and fixed him with a warning glare.

"Don't, Blaise." I snapped. "Anyway, why don't you go out with Hermione's friend Miriam?"

"She's… not my type." Blaise lied, casting his eyes downwards.

"She's attractive, smart, kind, horny, single and pureblood. She sounds perfect for you."

Blaise just shrugged and continued to stare at the floor as if he were inspecting the colour.

"Oh, that's right." I smirked. "You only go for trashy bimbo's that you have no future with."

That got to him. Blaise's eyes snapped back up to mine and he glared. "That's not true."

"Name an exception." I challenged him. When his eyes shot back to the floor my smirk widened. "Give her a chance. I think you'll find that she's one 'friend' Hermione won't mind you bring into the house."

Hermione had been rattling on about setting Blaise and this Miriam girl up since Wood's funeral when Blaise had hit it off with her. Only Blaise could pick up at a funeral.

That had been a hard day for Hermione, and so I was relieved for the distraction Blaise had allowed her. We had buried Wood with the other order member's, near the Weasley's shack of a home, along with my aunt and the old Gryffindor chaser. It had been emotional for everyone, and although I never told Hermione, I had felt a pang of loss when my half-blood cousin had spoken of my mother's only decent sister. At least they were together now.

Hermione's mood had picked up after the funeral, and she was smiling again. I think, in the end, what she needed the most was closure, to put Wood to rest, say her goodbyes, and get back to her life, content that Wood remain in her heart and memories, since he could not be there with everyone in person.
Unfortunately it seemed that life didn't want to deal my witch a happy moment without more misery. Being a famous Quidditch player, a public memorial was held in Wood's honour by the wizarding community, an event that Hermione could not attend due to the danger of death eaters being among the crowd, waiting to pick off mourning order members. As the wizarding world had believed Hermione to be dating Wood at the time of his death, she was slandered for not showing up. I had taken habit of distracting her from reading the prophet for weeks, lest she see what horrible things that bitch, Skeeter, was still saying about her.

I heard the fireplace in the living room roar to life and smiled, she was home.

"Sorry I took so long," she panted, carrying a single box that had had items carelessly tossed into it. "I, um, got caught up talking."

I didn't mention her workplace appropriate blouse and skirt, or her frazzled appearance that suggested she had finished work and rushed around Grimmauld trying to find enough things to make her lie plausible. Instead I walked up to her and kissed her in greeting.

"What do you think, my love?" I whispered to her, showing off the living room with my arm.

"Oh, Draco, it looks gorgeous!" she squealed in excitement, dropping the box on the couch so she could better inspect her home.

"Just how I pictured it…" she mumbled, running her hands across the curtains delicately before running off towards the kitchen. "Uh… Draco."

"Yes, love?"

"Where is the fridge?" she asked, trying not to laugh. I frowned at her.

"It's in the kitchen, like you asked." I replied. I'd be damned if I knew what a 'fridge' was for.

"Darling, that is a washing machine, it goes in the laundry, remember?"

I scoffed at her. How could that muggle machine possibly wash anything?

"I think you're mistaken." I sniffed.

"I think I'm a muggle-born and know more about this sort of thing than a sheltered pureblood." She grinned, standing before me with her hands on her hips. I sighed. She had me there. Grudgingly I levitated the apparent 'washing machine' out of the kitchen and swapped it with the fridge that was in the laundry.

"Better?"

"Perfect." She smiled. I didn't even care that I was wrong when she smiled like that.

"Come here," I grinned. I grabbed her around the waist and pulled her close to me and buried my head in her neck.

"Draco!" her laugh made my heart flutter, she had laughed very few times since Wood had died. I groaned and started trailing kisses along her neck, up to her jaw, and eventually claimed her lips.

It was only when her protesting hands pushed against me did I realise that I had somehow ended up on the floor, with my beautiful future-wife pinned beneath me.

"Not on the floor, Draco!" she laughed. I pushed away the awful thought that she'd never protested about having sex on the floor with Charlie Weasley.

Instead I chose a different tact, "Why not? We have yet to christen every room of the house…" I purred in her ear, nipping her earlobe.

She moaned and dropped her head back, allowing me to win the very brief argument.

"I am NOT moving in if this is what I have to put up with on a regular basis!"

I groaned and shot Blaise a glare from his position in the doorway. "Then don't."

"Oh my," Hermione mumbled, pushing me off of her and standing up. "Hey, so Draco asked you?"

Even though her face was bright red from being caught in an intimate position –not that someone hadn't seen us in a much more precarious act before- her eyes still shined with excitement of having roommates.

"Yeah, he did." Blaise grinned, carefully avoiding her eye to infuriate her.

"And…?" She whispered.

"I will, on certain conditions, starting with silencing charms on my room." Blaise raised his eyebrows at her and she blushed deeper and averted her eyes to the floor.

"I think we can manage that…" she squeaked.

"He wants a bathroom as well" I added. Snickering at the piercing glare Blaise shot me.

"But there is a bathroom." She frowned.

"His own."

She looked back and force between the two of us, trying to form an acceptable sentence. "But… the original design…"

"It's just one tiny addition…" Blaise pleaded, grabbing her hands in his. "So we can all have a little more privacy."

"I didn't want to… add on…" she mumbled in disappointment.

"What she is trying to say is that she doesn't want our home to turn into the Weasley's hovel." I supplied for her.

"That's not what I… it's just…"

"We can add something with a little more subtlety than that disaster… if it weren't for magic the whole thing would come crashing down." Blaise snickered, earning himself a glare from Hermione. That certainly wasn't going to help his cause.

I rolled my eyes at his pathetic pleads before stepping in. "Hermione, I'll see to the designs myself and run everything past you before we add it, if you would like that?"

She chewed her bottom lip in a way that made me want to blast Blaise from the room and take her then and there, before nodding slowly.

"We can give it a try, I suppose… but only if I'm happy with it, OK?" She eyed Blaise now, and he nodded enthusiastically.

"Speaking of happy, you should see how Draco has set your bedroom u-OW!"

"Just as you requested, my love," I smiled at her, ignoring Blaise's glares from the stinging hex I had sent him. Hermione cocked an eyebrow at the two of us.

"Everything OK?" she asked carefully.

"Just Blaise being Blaise," I supplied. She laughed and nodded in understanding.

"What the bloody hell is that meant to mean?" Blaise growled.

"Harry said he'd be around in an about an hour, is that OK?" she asked, ignoring Blaise's mumbling.

"If he must," she sent me a warning glare and I rolled my eyes.

"Has he notified Snape at least?" I muttered.

"He was at Grimmauld, so I told him before I left. He seemed thrilled to be working around Harry's schedule." I chuckled at this. Snape and I shared a very similar view of Potter.

"I can just imagine." I replied. "We're very lucky he's doing this for us at all, he still thinks it's a bad idea."

"That's because he doesn't like or trust Harry." She scoffed, waving her hand as if Snape's thoughts were unimportant.

"I'm not entirely convinced this is a good idea either." I added.

"That's because you don't like or trust Harry either."

"Potter doesn't like or trust me, you know." I grumbled.

The order's only condition for us moving away from headquarters, because apparently we weren't grown adults who could make our own damned decisions, was that we had a secret keeper to protect our new home.
Hermione had been fine with this demand, as it was apparently common with most order members to protect their home with some charm or another, but as Hermione and I were higher up on the 'Kill on sight' list with the death eaters, we needed a secret keeper, the same as The Burrow.

I had immediately volunteered Blaise for the job. After all, he was my oldest and best friend, and the only person who got along with both Hermione and me.
The order did not like this decision. Just as Hermione did not like my decision to tell the order just where they could stick their Fidelius charm. The way they treated us Slytherin's was just wrong.

Among the yelling that I had, quite proudly, started myself, Hermione yelled out another suggestion. One that left everyone in the room too baffled to continue the argument.

Harry, boy-who-fucking-lived, Potter.

I'm positive the same thought that was running through my head was running through everyone else's: Why in the name of Merlin, would we make Voldemort's most wanted wizard our secret keeper?

Unfortunately, the boy-wonder thought it was a fucking marvellous idea, probably having been used to following Hermione's advice his entire life. There was no way in hell that he'd survived this long on his own thoughts. And don't even get me started on Weasley.

Hermione's logic, however flawed I still thought it was, did make sense in some ways… not as much sense as just making Blaise our secret keeper, but there was no arguing that cause. Her theory was that Potter was so well protected, that it would be hard pressed finding him to torture our location out of him. Not to mention that in the event that the ever elusive Potter was captured, no one was going to give a shit where Hermione and I lived, all the attention would be on Potter, as usual.

Snape was on my side on this. He even offered to be the secret keeper himself, but again, the order just didn't like Slytherin's. He was adamant that our safety couldn't be left in Potter's unreliable hands, especially when Potter and I had hated each other for most of our lives. I couldn't keep the smug smirk off my face when Potter took offence to Snape's opinion.

But all it took was that nosy bloody werewolf to think it was great before everyone else started commenting on just how wonderful Hermione's mind was. Like she needed the compliments to know she was smart.

My only demand that was taken on board was that Snape cast the Fidelius charm himself. If I was doomed to leave my fate in Potter's hands, I at least wanted someone experienced, and who wouldn't half-arse the charm, casting it.

"You and Harry are going to have to get along at some point you know, I get along with Blaise for you." She scolded. I watched as she walked into the kitchen and started pulling tins out of a box that was sitting on the counter.

"You make it sound forced?" Blaise huffed.

"Well… you were a right prick at the convention…" she said thoughtfully, "Following me around, accusing me of things, trying to turn Draco on me…"

"I had my suspicions and I was right." Blaise sniffed, crossing his arms and glaring hard at her.

She smirked at him in a very me-way. "Blaise, darling, it was my idea to let you move in, or did Draco forget to mention that?"

"He mentioned it." Blaise nodded.

"And it is also up to me whether or not you have to walk down the hall to use the bathroom." Her smirk grew wider as she caught his full attention. "If I really didn't like you, I'd just say no."

Blaise opened his mouth before closing it, probably deciding it best to keep any sarcastic comments to himself until his bathroom was complete.

"Speaking of the house…" Hermione said, suddenly directing the conversation my way. "I have a favour to ask you…"

"Anything," I said immediately. Blaise coughed something that sounded like 'whipped'.

She chewed her lip nervously for a moment before meeting me eyes. "How would you feel about another housemate?"

"Why don't we just move the whole order into our house?" I muttered before I could stop myself.

"I knew it…" she sighed, looking put off.

"Who is it?" I growled, giving in to her sad look.

"Jake-"

"Not a fucking chance."

"But-"

"I will not have the boy who killed my father in my house."

"Draco, be reasonable-"

"Can't Lovegood take him in? She's shagging him isn't she?"

"They are not together! Besides-"

"He holds no regard for others; I will not sleep under the same roof as him."

"He has nowhere-"

"He can sleep in the fucking gutter for all I care!"

"But-"

"No."

"Please-"

"I said no."

"I've already-"

"Hermione, NO!"

"I'VE ALREADY ASKED HIM!"

Her heavy breathing was all that could be heard in the kitchen as she glared me down with a mixture of guilt and rage.

"Can you two argue like that again?" Blaise asked. I could see the smile slipping onto his face as he tried desperately not to laugh.

"Blaise, fuck off." I muttered. Of course he didn't leave, he just shut his mouth.

"I'm sorry but he doesn't have anyone to take him in." she whispered.

"I'm not surprised he has no friends, honestly. Does he make it a habit to go around killing other people's fathers?" I snarled.

"Draco, we've had this argument before. If it wasn't him, it would have been you, and your soul just wouldn't have survived it."

"Draco has a soul?"

"Blaise, fuck off." Hermione snapped this time. Again he didn't leave.

"He has Lovegood." I accused.

"She doesn't live at Grimmauld. She'll be returning home soon and she lives with her father. She isn't exactly in the position to invite people to come live with her."

"Merlin, I'm surprised you didn't invite her to come live here too!"

"Draco, fine, I'll tell him I'm terribly sorry, but I was mistaken and we can't take him." She sighed, banging a can down on the counter and making to storm off towards the bedroom.

"Might want to stop her…" Blaise whispered as he wiggled his ring finger.

"Shit…"

I ran up and caught her wrist just as she reached the bottom step. She turned and pulled her wrist out of my grasp, before folding her arms crossly.

"Why does it mean so much to you?" I groaned in defeat.

"You didn't see him with his wife, Draco. She was so lovely, she'd want me to do this." She whispered sadly. She was using the memory of some dead chick against me? That was just bullying.

I cursed in my head for a full minute before grinding out, "Temporarily."

"Pardon?" she gasped.

"Yes, on the condition that it's temporary." I repeated, feeling the urge to bash my head against the perfectly painted wall.

She squealed with the most girlish noise I'd ever heard from her, before wrapping her arms around my neck and forcing her lips to mine.

I smirked and bit down on her bottom lip, enjoying the small gasp of pain she let out. It was the only thing I could currently do to vent my frustrations with my witch.

"Get a room." Hermione pulled away and smiled at Blaise's intrusion. His stay was going to be shorter than Jake's if he didn't stop interrupting us.

"Maybe we will." She winked at me and I realised what Blaise was doing.

I gulped nervously, now was as good a time as any.

"Come on." I whispered, grabbing her hand and pulling her up the stairs towards the bedroom. My breathing had picked up considerably and I was sure my hands were starting to sweat.

She frowned in confusion when Blaise bounded up the stairs behind us and I wanted to slap my forehand into my hand in frustration with Blaise's lack of subtlety. The woman thought we were going to have sex for the love of Merlin… Blaise was just making himself look like a perverted weirdo.

As I placed my hand on the smooth wood of the door my heart began to beat so rapidly I was sure it was going to rip itself from my chest. She had been so reluctant to move in with me when I had asked her all that time ago back at the hotel… now I was suggesting marriage! What the hell was I thinking? She'd probably run all the way back to Grimmauld and never see me again. If she rejected me, I wasn't sure we'd recover.

Mustering the minute bit of courage I had left in me, I pushed the door open and pulled her forward to examine the room.

I had never been more nervous about someone's reaction, not even the Dark Lord's.

At first her face was one of awe as she took in her surroundings, a perfect image of what she had described she wanted. She turned to me with a huge smile on her face, before stepping on the tips of her toes to give me a small kiss on the lips.

"It looks wonderful." She whispered, before turning back to the room. She took a couple of steps forward before freezing. I closed my eyes, afraid of her reaction. Her gasp made them snap open and her horrified eyes met mine. Why did I have to move things along so quickly? We'd only just moved in together for crying out loud… I'd never regretted anything more than I did in that moment.

"What the hell is that?" she hissed. Glaring accusingly at me, then to Blaise, then back to me again.

"Just forget about it." I mumbled, shoving my hands in my pockets and staring hard at the floor.

"Forget about it? How am I supposed to forget about it?" she groaned. My heart ached painfully and all I wanted was for the goddamned floor to swallow me up.

"Is it so bad?" Blaise frowned, placing a reassuring hand on my shoulder.

"Well…" she struggled with words and I was tempted to storm from the room. "It's unacceptable… I certainly can't live with it! But… it's fixable, I suppose."

She couldn't live with it, but it was fixable. I didn't know what the hell to make of that, but nothing about the situation felt fixable. I was willing to put my heart out on the line and she obviously didn't feel quite as strongly for me. I knew she loved me, but maybe I was mistaken about the extent of that love.

"I didn't realise you'd be so opposed." She looked taken aback by my tone, but quickly regained herself.

"Well, obviously I wasn't going to be happy about it…" she shrugged. "But I suppose we can… hang a picture there or something… the wall paper would be too hard to match…"

She kept on rambling on about original wall papers, and pictures she'd like to see on the wall, but I was barely listening. I watched as she walked over to the wall and ran her fingers over the scorch mark.

I heard Blaise let out an amused sigh of relief behind me.

Although relief had flooded through me, I was in no way prepared to take such a humiliating blow again. While she was distracted by the wall I strode over to the bed and snatched the ring box into my hand before she could see it.

"Hermione," Blaise coughed loudly, once he saw what I was trying to do.

She swung around with a raised eyebrow at Blaise's childish ways of seeking attention before her eyes rested on me, and, almost as if in slow motion, onto the now closed ring box in my hand.

"Draco?" she questioned. Her hands started fidgeting together nervously and I breathed out shakily.

I felt a pressure in my left knee before it suddenly dropped to the ground as if it was full of lead. I glanced at Blaise, trying hard not to glare at his wand hidden behind his back. It'd be better if she thought I'd kneeled on my own free will.

"Oh gosh…" her voice sounded as shaky as I felt.

I opened the ring box slowly. I had never given much thought about how to propose like this. The point of setting it up on the bed was so I could be spared the humiliation of kneeling, it felt like I was begging her to marry me. Which I was starting to feel might be an option.

"Uh, Hermione," I started… poorly, "You and I have been through a lot, with my prejudice and my, uh, father trying to kill you, oh and Flint trying to r-"

"Um, Draco…" she frowned, suggesting that I should probably skip all the bad things. For Merlin's sake, I was scaring her away!

"Yeah, anyway, I uh, well, I've come to realise how… how much I need you in my life, Hermione." I was stumbling over my words like a first year Hufflepuff, it was humiliating. "I know we haven't been together for long, but we've already been through so much… And I've, well I have, um, I know… I can never be without you."

I could see Blaise waving for me to stop now, before I made myself look more ridiculous than I already had.

"Well, I was hoping… not immediately if you don't want, but would you like… would you do me the honour of marrying me?"

For a whole minute, where I wished I would sink through the floor, she left me waiting; just staring in shock at the ring. I was almost ready to shout out "Just kidding!" when a smile broke over her features and she dropped to her knees in front of me.

"Of course I will, Draco." She beamed, "You can stop looking so panicked now!"

I dropped the ring and pulled her to me, just glad to hear that she wanted me. Hermione Granger had undone me, I had once been so confident in my own body, never caring what anyone else thought of me, because hell, I was a Malfoy. But then she'd re-entered my life and I had never wanted to impress someone more.

"Thank you." I breathed in her ear. She giggled and pulled her face back so she could place a small kiss on my lips.

"You're welcome." She grinned. I smirked back at her before pushing my lips hard against hers, knocking her onto her back on the floor.

"Blaise, get out now." I ordered; keeping my eyes on my future wife's as she smirked.

Blaise muttered something about his living conditions and I waved my hand, slamming the door shut behind him.

"Now what shall I do with you?" I purred down at my witch.

"Do with me?" she frowns, "But, Draco, it's you that deserves reward…"

I raised my eyebrows at her boldness and allowed her to stand. My eyes never left her as she sat on our new bed and patted the space next to her.
I was there in a heartbeat, kicking my shoes and socks off on the way. She giggled at my enthusiasm before pushing me down so I was flat on my back.
She was on me then, kissing every bit of my exposed neck while her hands worked the buttons on my shirt; I liked the way she took control.

She trailed fire down my chest with her lips as she kissed and sucked every new piece of exposed flesh until she came to the edge of my pants.

"Take them off." My voice sounded raspy, like I hadn't had a drink in days.

She pulled the belt out of the loops and tossed it over her shoulder. I smirked as she cringed at the clang it made against the wall.

She looked back at my eyes and hers seemed to cloud over at the look I was giving her. It was full of love and want.

She pulled at my pants and I rolled my hips up to help her take them off. I licked my lips in anticipation of what was to come now that she had undressed me. I glanced up at her, expecting her to start removing her own clothes.

"Close your eyes." She ordered, unbuttoning her blouse as she spoke.

"But-"

"Close… your… eyes…" she whispered, her blouse now slipping gracefully to the floor. She moved her hands to the zip of her skirt and I groaned, leaning my head back against the bed and reluctantly closing my eyes. How could she ask me to do that when she was undressing!

She made no noise whatever, the sneaky little witch, and I was one second away from disobeying her and opening my eyes when I felt her warm breath so deliciously close to my cock.

"What are you-" I started.

"Shh, husband." She whispered, testing the word. "You're going to like what I'm going to do…"

I gasped in pleasant surprise when her warm mouth engulfed me. Fuck obeying… My eyes snapped open to watch her bob up and down on me. She glanced up and her cheeks turned a deep shade of red when she saw me watching her, but continued all the same.
My eyes rolled back in my head when her hand stroked me in time with her devilish little mouth, almost as if experimenting.

A few months ago, if I'd be told that Hermione-bookworm-Granger was going to be giving me head because I had proposed to her, I would have… well hell, I'd like to think I would have hunted her down and proposed that instant, but truthfully, I would have cursed the idiot for telling such ridiculous lies.

Yet here I was. Here she was.

"God Damnit, Hermione!" I groaned as I felt her teeth cautiously graze me. She sheathed them immediately, her cheeks even redder than before.

"No, again…" I complained, digging my fingers into her hair and pushing her head down. I felt the vibrating of her giggle before she ran her teeth, very lightly, over me again. My witch was amazing.

The way she cautiously went about every step, the way she blushed with embarrassment, had me questioning her experience with this particular act. Undoubtedly the girl was working miracles on me, but she seemed so shy…

I looked down at her again. It was agony how much she turned me on; especially now, kneeling before the bed completely naked, pleasing me with an endearing amount of shyness.

"Oh, Hermione…" I rasped out, loosening my grip on her head so she could look up at me.

She had no idea what I was doing, and I felt guilty to breach her trust like this… but I wanted to know so badly.

I kept her gaze on my eyes by grazing her cheek with my knuckles, before diving into her mind. I hastened through her memories, mixing them with her current thoughts and basking in them.

She had never done this with any other man, but me. And she liked it.

I flicked through a memory of Wood trying to persuade her to try it, but she had simply refused. Her thoughts back then had been quite adamant that it was repulsive. How things have changed, I grinned.

I was ripped from her mind as my body tensed. No, please no.

"St-stop…" I hissed. She pulled away immediately and looked up at me, alarmed by my demanding tone.

"Get up." I growled. I wasn't done with her yet, I couldn't allow her to finish me. This was our first time together in our new house; this was because we were going to be married. I would not let her go without.

She stood up warily, thoroughly confused. She looked positively gorgeous standing there naked, eyes wide and lips swollen.

"Get on the bed…" I didn't mean my voice to sound so threatening. "…Now."

"What the hell, Draco?" She snapped. She put her hands on her hips in what I'm sure would have been an intimidating pose if she wasn't so deliciously naked.

I didn't have time to argue with her, my body was aching for relief and my mind was rapidly losing the battle with my dick for control.

I grabbed Hermione by the shoulders and threw her forcibly on the bed, causing her to shriek in surprise. I was on her in moments, my tongue battling with hers for dominance. I pushed her legs aside with mine and thrust into her in one swift motion. Her head rolled back as a loud moan erupted from her throat. I took advantage of her exposed neck and ran my teeth along the smooth skin. She tasted so good.

"Harder," she ground out, raising her hips to meet mine as I pumped into her. "Please, harder."

I all but snarled at her demands and lifted myself up on my arms for support before slamming my hips against hers with bone shattering force. Her cries were loud and if I hadn't seen the look of ecstasy on her face I might have thought she was screaming in pain.

"Oh, Merlin," she whimpered as her body convulsed under my own.

"That's it baby," I hissed, not letting up until I felt her walls clench around me and a satisfied scream leave her lips. Only then did I allow myself to succumb to the sweet relief my body was yearning for so desperately.

I didn't make any move to get off of her as we both came back down from our high, our breathing heavy and a light sheen of sweat covering the both of us.

"That was…" she gasped out.

"I know…" I whispered. I gave her a chaste kiss on the forehead before rolling off of her.

"Propose more often?" she propositioned. I laughed and pulled her against me so I could kiss her more deeply.

"I love you," I whispered against her lips.

She pulled away from me and stared me dead in the eyes. I could see the words in her mind before she spoke them, "I love you too, Draco… so very much."

We lay there for another few minutes, enjoying nothing but each other's presence, until we heard a knock on the front door.

"That'll be Harry." Hermione whispered, almost in disappointment. I smirked at her; she was disappointed about having to protect ourselves because it meant getting up and moving past this moment.

"Snape will be here shortly then, we don't want to keep him waiting…" I suggested. He'd probably storm out, unwilling to work around anymore people's schedules.

Hermione got up out of bed first and made her way into the walk in wardrobe for a fresh dress.

I shrugged on the pants I had been wearing before Hermione had torn them off to… well, to 'thank' me.

As I threw my unbuttoned shirt over my shoulders I kicked something on the ground. I reached down and picked up the ring box, the object of my worries for a couple weeks now, the reason for my current satisfied state.

"All ready?" Hermione asked. She was wearing a pink dress, a colour very bizarre on her as she never usually wore it. She was pulling her hair into a ponytail, something I noticed that she did when she gave up on the mass of tangles.

"Almost," I smirked. She raised an eyebrow at me and I jiggled the ring box in my hand.

She let out a shaky breath and walked over to me.

I opened the box, and pulled out the gold ring. I knew the diamond was a little big for her simple tastes, but I wanted to show her that I could give her the world if she asked. The ring screamed expensive and I knew that she was nervous about having to wear it around.

"Your hand, please," I whispered.

She nodded and held out her left hand. I noticed the slight quaver it had as I pushed the ring onto her second finger, before bringing her hand up to my lips and gently kissing her knuckles.

"It suits you." I whispered.

"The ring?" she asked uncertainly, staring down at the massive stone and holding it against her chest protectively.

"No," I answered, "Being mine. It suits you very well."

She smiled at the sentiment and stood on the tips of her toes to press her lips against mine gently.

"I think so too." She admitted cheekily, before grasping my hand in her small one and leading me towards the door.

I had no idea at what point we were planning on having this wedding in the middle of a war, just as my cousin and her werewolf fiancé didn't know, nor did I have any idea when we'd be able to remove the safety charms protecting our home, or when this blasted war would end, or how many sleepless nights I had ahead of me comforting my wife as more of her friends were lost to the war. It seemed only worse would happen before any good did.

But I did know, without a doubt, that Hermione Granger was going to be my stubborn, know-it-all, Gryffindor, muggle-born wife, and that she was going to drive me crazy every day for the rest of my life.

The End.

A/N: Oh gosh. That was it. It's finished. Over 5 years of work, ups and downs, writers block, abandonment, recovering... and now it's all over. Mixed emotions much!

I jammed everything I loved into this chapter... :) Funnies, banter, drama, sex and a corny ending. And I'm sure Draco appreciates how I ended this story ;)

I thank everyone who has ever followed and reviewed my story, and now I ask for everyone to give that last review. I'm dying to hear what people think of Draco's POV, and of course, the story's ending.

Cheers J. K. Rowling for being so brilliant, that she could inspire people to write stories from hers. It's given me much happiness :)

Oh, also, please check out a very beautiful trailer made by 'Lost In The Lies' about Deception:
www . youtube com /watch? v=UdiWPX _zJ6o (spaces people, plus the . it won't let me add. I'm not very good at this lol, GRR)

I will eventually be writing more stories, I have at least 3 Dramione ones up my sleeve, plus a couple HGSB and HGSS. So when I get off my lazy ass and start posting, please check them out. Although they will be very different from Deception. (For starters I like to think my writing has improved greatly since I started writing 'Deception'. Being older and wiser rocks!)

I love you all, ah! special moment for me :D

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