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"Good evening, Mr. Malfoy! I hope your trip here wasn't too tiring?" The blond smiled warmly at the older man at the door, following him to the front desk.

"Good evening to you as well, and it was certainly as good as an international portkey is going to get!" The man chuckled, as he placed a few papers in front of him.

"I have the paperwork here just to make sure everything is in order for you. Although I know we are very well known for our discretion and privacy, we felt we should inform you that our only open cabin for you was one of the few that is in close proximity to another. The witch that is staying in the one close to yours arrived not long before you, and we are well aware there may be a few... Issues.. Between you, with knowledge of your pasts. She has signed the secrecy contract of course, just as you have, but we felt the need to be sure there would be no issues." He raised an eyebrow but nodded for the now nervous man to continue. "The witch is quite well known of course, Miss Hermione Granger." The surprise in his face was evident but he found himself chuckling a bit.

"You have no worries, I assure you. Hermione and I have long since put our differences behind us. I'm not sure if she would call us friends, but we are friendly with each other when we meet." He happily accepted the key from the very relieved desk boy, and made his way towards his cabin. It was a stilted beach house a good ways out into the crystal clear water, not really a 'cabin', but it was lovely.

A month of sun, and relaxation. It was exactly what he needed, though he hoped his presence wouldn't dampen a certain bushy haired witch's vacation at all. He knew she didn't get many of them working at the Ministry. Though the msn had said she seemed perfectly fine with the arrangement.

He must have been a bit more exhausted that he thought, he didn't even put any of his things away when he entered the beautiful little bungalow. He simply walked inside the luxurious bedroom, stripped completely and fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow... On top of the comforter. His thoughts lingered on a certain brunette for a few seconds, before darkness took him.

The next morning Draco awoke with a small smile. He smelled the ocean in the air, heard the sound of the waves crashing gently against the dock. It was time for a bit of relaxation and fun under the sun.

With that thought in mind he stretched like a cat, and exited the bed. It was looking like it was a lovely day, so he decided to enjoy it a bit. He hummed to himself as he began making himself some coffee, and a small breakfast of fruit and oatmeal. It was very fortunate there were plenty of privacy fencing and wards as he was happily strolling throughout the cozy little space completely in the buff.

It would likely not go over very well if he flashed the Gryffindor princess. He knew he looked good, but he wasn't that cocky. He happened to like his bits in tact thank-you-very-much.

He opened the sliding glass door and peered across the open ocean, loving the feel of the sun on his bare skin and the wind whipping his hair about. The coffee and small breakfast was savored at a very slow pace, as he took the time to enjoy the peacefulness. It was a freedom he rarely indulged in.

After a moment or so, he decided to go and put on a pair of swim trunks and enjoy the crystal clear water. The brochure had explained that it was common for guests to explore the reef a bit, and see the sea life. Something he had never done before.

A pair of dark green trunks, plenty of sun protection charms and a Bubble-Head Charm later, he dove into the water. It was beautiful! So clear and, no matter how corny it sounded, absolutely magical. He didn't see any sea life, but he noted a few signs directing him to the reef and decided to follow. A few moments later he found himself in an open area filled with dozens of the most colorful fish and plants he had ever seen. It was incredible!

He explored for a bit, making sure not to disturb anything, and found himself wishing he had some sort of camera so he could capture the moment. It was one of the best experiences of his life, being as rich as the Malfoy's didn't exactly mean happiness. He had found long ago that money did not buy happiness, though a bit late, he was happy to have figured this out before he became something like his father had been.

The reef was so beautiful and full of life, he was trying his best to take everything in at once when he noticed something different in the distance. Curious, he swam towards it, only to stop in shock as he found it to be the very witch he had fallen asleep thinking about the night before.. Well, most nights before that as well, but that was beside the point.

She was gorgeous even beneath the water, wearing a relatively small bikini, Gryffindor red of course. A small camera was in her hands and the joy was evident on her face as the sun rays from above bathed her in light. A large sea turtle swam past her and she reached out and ran her fingers across the back of it's shell.

Beautiful. Just like the surrounding sea life.

He spent a few moments contemplating whether or not to approach her. It wasn't as if they could really speak to one another, being under water, but he felt odd simply watching from a distance. His eyes, however, were drawn to movement behind her, and he froze in horror as his mind processed what he saw. Without hesitation he swam towards her at full speed, a small school of fish darting away in fear as he moved in sheer desperation.

When he got to her he tapped her urgently on the arm. She turned in surprise and confusion as he frantically pointed behind her. Once her brown eyes landed on the giant form of the overly large creature her eyes widened for a moment, but she made no move to escape. He was about to pull her away until she suddenly placed a firm hand on his shoulder, pointing to the area on the ocean floor. His silver eyes darted around in confusion for a moment before he saw the ward stones in place.

The tension left his body suddenly and he let out a small chuckle. She smiled at him, pointing at her rapidly depleting bubble and then towards the surface. He nodded and followed her up.

"As much as I appreciate the concern, Malfoy, I'm more surprised that you actually swam towards impending doom rather than away from it." Such a comment may have sent him into a fit of anger and insults years before, which was something the witch had apparently been expecting if her immense surprise at the sound of his laughter was any indicator.

"Yes well, I doubt if word ever came to light that an ex-Death Eater and Slytherin such as myself sat idly by as the Gryffindor Golden Girl was mauled by a rather giant shark, I'd find myself locked away for good this time." She grinned at him.

"I suppose you're right about that, but what made you come for a swim with the sea life? I didn't think it was the sort of things aristocrats did even on vacation." He chuckled and then sighed, looking around at the beautiful scenery around them, and the crystal clear water. The large shark's fin was visible in the distance as it had given up on trying to reach them through the wards.

"It isn't. At least, not for my family. This is my first vacation where I actually decided to do what I wanted. I figured since I'm free of both my parents and.. V-voldemort, I could be myself a bit more." He told her quietly. When he looked over at her he expected to see pity, but he found none. Only grim understanding shown through her brown eyes.

They chatted lightly for a time, before diving back beneath the water with renewed charms. Hermione seemed to know quite a bit about the underwater creatures, and ended up pointing out quite a few of them to him, and explaining what they were when they resurfaced. It was a surprisingly enjoyable experience, and he found himself having fun for the first time in his life since he was a very small child.

Lunch was eaten on the dock of Hermione's bungalow, and it was there that they discovered much more about the different things each had experienced and wanted to experience. They talked about practically everything, from books, to music, to their favorite foods, and colors. The day was thoroughly enjoyed, diving right back beneath the water when lunch was finished. Only after they took the time to let their food settle, as the brunette had absolutely insisted upon of course.

Eventually it was decided to call it a day, and went back to their individual beach houses, both smiling from ear to ear. One enjoying the friendly company, and the other enjoying the intelligent conversation. But both were loving the interest each took in what the other was saying for a change.

The next day was almost a repeat of the first, and it slowly became a trend, and for the next week they spent more and more time together. Eventually the Malfoy Heir managed enough courage to ask the bushy haired girl out to dinner at one of the fancier restaurants on the island. She happily accepted his offer, and they were both pleasantly surprised by how well they actually got on.

He was ever the gentleman of course, never overstepping his boundaries, or making any moves other than friendly gestures. It was clear she was surprised by this, but he never took offense, nor did he make any less than pleasant comments when she mentioned her Gryffindor friends. He opened doors for her, pulled chairs out for her, translated the menu with ease, and even taught her a bit of the native language so she could thank or ask for certain things herself.

By the end of the night, they were both laughing and only mildly typsy, as neither wanted to get drunk, Hermione not liking the feeling, and Draco simply not wishing to become an alcoholic like his father had been. He walked her to her door and said his goodbyes with a simple kiss on her hand and a small bow.

Just before he left to go back to his own beach house, she stopped him, and asked him a question he knew had been bothering her the entire night.

"Why? Why did you pretend to be that person in school? This.. This person that you've allowed yourself to become, where was it then?" Her brown eyes searched his for a long time, noting every piece of pain he attempted to hide.

He sighed and looked out across the open water in contemplation. "Granger... Hermione.. There are still things about me that are not perfect, and never will be. I have made many, many bad choices in my life, most because it was expected of me as the Heir to an Ancient House." He said the last part with such bitterness it shocked the brunette. "But.. I've come to the realization that happiness should never be thrown away simply because something is expected of you. I am and always will be a Malfoy, a Slytherin. A former Death Eater. But, I will never allow myself to be something that others want me to be. I am seeing the good in life, and I am finding my place in the world. Being a better person, letting myself be happy, it is the only things I can do now that I am free."

They stared at each other for a long time, his words speaking nothing but truth, and his grey orbs showing how difficult it had been for him to come this far, to allow this side to come forth. He tensed when she moved forward and touched his forearm... The mark had faded into almost nothing but the scar still remained.

"This does not define you, and it never will." She kissed the side of his cheek, sending into an almost shock-like state. He only noticed her departure when the door closed in front of him.

The hope that filled his heart startled him. He had never expected such words from her, especially since that horrid incident with his deranged aunt back at his manor that night..

Maybe... Maybe he could have a better life now..

His eyes stayed on the closed door for what seemed like an eternity, before he slowly made his way back to his own residence. His thoughts stayed on a certain bushy haired witch for a long time.

The rest of the trip was definitely promising...

Promising had been a vast understatement. They both ended up extending their vacations to three months, and spend almost every moment in each other's company. They never went past kissing, mostly due to the fact that he didn't want her to think sex was what he was after, but they did have quite a few heavy makeout sessions.

The latest was after another date to one of the island restaurants. They had been talking about something Hermione was doing at work, when said witch practically attacked his lips. She kissed him deeply, and climbed into his lap. They were both still in their bathing suits after a quick dip in the water, and the feel of her bare skin was dizzying.

She rolled her hips against him, causing him to groan in pleasure. He wasn't sure how much longer he could hold back, he was practically bursting out of his shorts. He finally managed to voice this once they stopped long enough to breathe.

"Hermione, are you sure you want this? I don't think I can hold this back much longer if we continue like this." He adjusted himself beneath her and she smiled.

"I don't think I've been this sure in all of my life Draco Malfoy." Her lips met his with renewed vigor and he wasted little time untying her small bikini top, and allowing his hands to roam her body. He moved his kisses down her neck, pausing to nibble on her flesh a few times, until his mouth enveloped her beautiful pink nipples one at a time.

They were absolutely perfect, and he enjoyed every second he spent teasing them. Eventually he felt the need to explore more of her body with his mouth, and he lifted her with ease, placing her down on one of the sun chairs. He removed her bottoms, and took a moment to drink in the sight of her lovely pink lips, and sensitive nub.

He kissed her thighs, pausing every now and again to swipe his tongue across her most sensitive area. His cock twitched with every gasp, and moan that escaped her lips.

"Draco, please!" His eyes darkened, and he immediately stopped teasing her. His tongue licked at all of the sensitive places, earning him many more moans and hisses of pleasure. She began to shake uncontrollably, and he had to hold her in place as he continued his assault, eventually tipping her over the edge.

She screamed out as she came, and he found himself groaning at the sight of her writhing beneath his mouth, and the taste of her in his mouth. She lay breathless for a moment before she gave him a mischievous look that made the Slytherin part of him extremely wary. He was pushed backwards onto his own lounge chair, and found himself completely naked in an instant. Had she used wandless magic to vanish his shorts?

Every coherent thought left his brain the moment a pair of wet, soft lips descended over his rock hard cock. She wasted very little time, and it was somewhat embarrassing the sort of noises she was bringing out of him as she went to work sucking the life out of him.

"Oh fuck, Hermione! Oh Gods, yes, fuck!" He came hard, his vision blurring slightly, and he only vaguely registered her taking it all down her throat. He lay completely dead to the world for a few moments, waiting for his brain to turn back on. "Fuck, witch, you're going to be the death of me. You've just sucked the soul out of my body." She grinned slyly.

"Perhaps next time we can see if its the same when you put it somewhere else." He sat up in confusion.

"Next time? Love, we've only just begun, I assure you." He was on top of her in a moment, his lips meeting hers, uncaring of what she had just been doing for him. "I am going to fuck the life out of you Hermione." She shivered beneath him.

His cock was already hard again, and he slowly slid inside of her tight little hole. She was extremely wet, and he wasted little time in picking up speed, and before he knew it he had her folded in half, fucking her into the lounge chair to a point he was grateful it was charmed not to break easily.

She clung to him as she fell apart, her nails digging into his back, likely drawing blood. He flipped her over, her ass in the air, and her face buried in one of the pillows, and continued pounding her into the chair. She was soon sent into another screaming orgasm, and he left quite a few red hand prints on the smooth, white skin of her perfect ass.

He couldn't hold himself back any longer, and found himself warning her he would finish soon.

"In me, please! Fuck, Draco I need your cum in me, please!" He growled, and fucked her harder. He yelled out in pleasure as he released his seed inside of her.

He collapsed beside her, out of breath for a few moments. She was in no better shape, her breathing heavy, and much of her hair stuck to her face with sweat.

"Again?" She asked hopefully. He chuckled, and kissed her deeply.

"If I ever say no to that, love, put me out of my misery."

"Daddy! Scorpius is brewing a love potion!" Groaning, the blond sat up groggily, a lump of blankets beside him shifting at the movement and noise.

"Rose, dear, you know he isn't. He's just telling you that so you will be upset with him." The five year old girl stomped her foot childishly. "Where is Leo?" He asked instead of taking the bait of her tantrum. She loved her baby brother.

Just as he suspected, her face changed slightly from the tiny scowl it had been. Though, only slightly.

"Leo is sleeping in his room with Crookshanks, and when he wakes up Uncle Harry said he would take us, James, Al, and Lily out to the petting zoo, and Scorpius is making Potions again. He's going to blow up the house!" Draco snorted as he watched the small dirty blond girl storm back down the hallway, yelling for her brother to knock off his foolishness. His daughter sounded more and more like a certain witch he knew.. Speaking of a certain witch.

"Hermione, darling, how are you feeling?" Her wild hair was the first thing he saw over the mountain of blankets that surrounded her. She was a little over five months along on her fourth pregnancy. A happy accident, but they would be taking much more precautions with this one than before. He did enjoy his bits in tact..

"I am being kicked in the bladder by your child." He withheld his chuckle, and helped his wife out of the bed.

"Yes but he or she is also your lovely child, my love." He kissed her on the cheek, and watched her waddle the rest of the way into the restroom. If he didn't know for a fact that no one in the history of his entire family had ever had twins, he would seriously suspect she was indeed having a duo. The Weasleys had indeed been hinting at the fact, especially since Molly hadn't known until the final month she was having twins.

Weasleys. If anyone had told him twenty years ago or so he would be friends with the entire Weasley family, and have wedding photos of himself and the Golden Girl of Gryffindor, with a certain Boy Who Lived as his best man, he would have hexed them into oblivion. Now, he had three and a half beautiful children, a job as an Auror with said Boy Who Conquered, and a gorgeous Gryffindor wife.

He shook his head and began getting ready for the day. It took a bit of time, but eventually they rounded up each of their children and got them presentable enough to met the Potters, and the newer generation of Weasleys at a now fully redecorated Grimmauld Place.

Holding onto his youngest son, Leo, he walked into the Floo first, soon being followed by his oldest, Scorpius, and his only daughter, Rose. Hermione came through last, a tired smile on her face as the small boy in his arms yelled out for his mother. She took him instantly, and kissed his cheek while they waited for the rest to arrive.

All of the parents were soon forgotten, however, when all of the children were together. Scorpius, James, Al, Rose, Teddy, and Victoire were the first group to attach themselves to one another, then came Leo, Lily, Molly, Fred, and Dominique. The rest of the children were much too little, and stayed in a small area together in the living room.

The older Molly, and Arthur would be watching the babies, while Harry, Ginny, Bill, and Fleur took charge of the older children for the day. It was going to be a peaceful day at last for the remaining parents.

Hermione wasn't the only one expecting, though she was the most showing out of the other three women. Audrey, Angelica, and Lavender were all further along than her, by a few weeks, but it didn't stop his wife from having the largest bump. No one pointed this out, however, as the last time someone mentioned the possibility of twins, *ahem* George, Hermione had decided to transfigure them into a caterpillar.

Draco pried his misty eyed wife away from their two year old son, and flooed back to the manor. He wanted things to be perfect, so he made sure she was completely comfortable the rest of the day. He ran a hot bath for her, complete with an alcohol free magical wine, her favorite book, and plenty of small snacks.

Once she was out of the bath, he gave her a full body massage, working especially on her back, legs and feet. She had a small nap before dinner, which he had brought for them out on the garden patio, and when they finished, they snuggled on one of the many sunbeds and watched the sunset together. It was peaceful, and romantic as life could get with three, going on four (maybe five..), children.

"Did you think it was possible?" He looked down at her questioningly, his hand automatically smoothing over her rounded stomach. "Us, marriage, children. Happiness." He smiled.

"No, I thought by now I would be in an unhappy arranged marriage, with one required son, and a million responsibilities, buried up to my nose in politics." He felt her shift in his arms, and he held her closer. "I have never been happier, Hermione Malfoy. Booking that vacation was the best decision I've ever made in my life." And it was. They had caused quite a fuss when they came back, but in the end it had worked out perfectly.

"I think you attempting to bravely save me from a gruesome death via shark was likely a great decision as well." He laughed. She would never allow him to live that down it seemed.

His Mark had faded away to nothing, his family was growing just as he had always wanted, his mother was far away in a summer home in Italy, choosing to ignore her son's disgraceful decisions, while his father rotted away in Azkaban. He was free, and all was well..