A.N. Okay, aqui esta. The last chapter. enjoy!

The Morning After - II

13 Jun. Sun. 0700 (7:00 a.m.) BST

Hermione stretched out of her slumber. She felt the silk sheets under her and then quickly blinked. She had almost forgotten where she was. She sat up, forgetting that she had nothing on under the covers. She looked at the empty bed as she pulled the silk sheet up to her chin. She breathed in.

She took a full minute to get her bearings straight. She wrapped the green soft fabric around her upper torso. She took a deep breath as she turned towards the balcony. The thin white curtain waved in the slight morning breeze.

She walked slowly towards the curtain and saw the back of the young man gazing at the lake. He had on only his dark green pajama bottoms as he leaned against the balcony railing. She quietly joined him at his side.

"Morning," she said softly as he turned to face her.

He gave her a light peck on the cheek. He breathed in as he touched her face. He wrapped his arm around her waist.

"I know now why you woke up early all those mornings," he said, taking in another deep breath. They watched the different hues of red and orange light up the sky as the sun rose.

She pointed to the lake. "The sight of the sun's rays reflecting off of the lake is breathtaking."

He touched her cheek again as he looked into her eyes. "At least that reason sounded way more pleasant than the obvious one."

She moved a strand of his hair out of his face as she studied him. She gulped.

"Hermione, I hurt you countless number of times when we were together," he said as a tear rolled down his cheek. Hermione took a deep breath as she saw this.

"It's okay, Draco," she said shrugging her shoulders.

"It's not okay," he said touching her cheek. He gulped, "Your first time should have been special; with somebody special."

She shut her eyes as she felt tears start to well up. She blinked as she looked up at him.

"Who were you saving yourself for, Hermione?" he asked her softly as he ran his thumb over her cheek, wiping away a tear.

She laughed before looking back up at him. "I guess you would call me a hopeless romantic," she said softly. "I was saving myself for my husband on our wedding night.

"It happened that way," she said, trying to smile at him.

He placed his forehead on hers, breathing in deeply as he looked into her eyes. "I'm so sorry."

She leaned her cheek on his bare chest as she wrapped her arms around his waist. "Everything worked out, Draco," she said, as she felt his chest expand and contract with each breath.

"I love you, Hermione," he said as she looked up at him. He traced her jawline with his forefinger. He turned her chin up. He took in a breath as he looked into deep brown eyes. "Promise me if I ever hurt you or our kids, you'll have me thrown into Azkaban."

Hermione studied his face as she looked into his grey eyes. "I couldn't do that," she said softly, running her fingers over his chest. "I love you too much.

"Besides," she said giving him a smirk that he would've been proud of, "I will cut your thing off . . . using a Muggle scalpel from one of my student lab kits."

He laughed. She joined in after shaking her head at him. He swooped down to capture her lips in a tender kiss.

She looked up adoringly at him after their liplock. "We'd better get ready for the day," she said breathlessly. "Lois will probably wake up in another half hour."

"Mmmm," he said looking at her smiling. "You can have the shower first," he said as he led her back into the bedroom. "Or we could stay in bed for the next sixty or seventy years."

She laughed as she kissed him on the cheek before heading toward the bathroom. He watched her close the door behind her. He headed for his closet and grabbed a white t-shirt, a pair of khakis, and then a pair of boxers from his dresser. He breathed in as he took a seat at the edge of the bed.

He looked down at the dark red dress from which she had stepped out the night before. He looked at the bathroom door and then picked up the silk garment. He ran his fingers over the fabric and then looked at the door again. He placed the dress on the dresser.

He smirked as he picked up his wand. He apparated.

*-O-*

He smiled as he watched the lazy stream of water from the shower, which, at the moment, he thanked Merlin that the house elves didn't get a chance to fix yet. The water cascaded down her back. She ran her hand through her hair as the last of the shampoo suds washed away. She turned around, her eyes were closed as she didn't want to get shampoo in her eyes. He watched her breasts heave as she exhaled. She finally opened her eyes.

"Damn it, Draco," she said, shaking her head. Her initial reaction was to cover herself. She narrowed her eyes at him. He took a deep breath and exhaled as he watched her close the distance between them. "That isn't fair, Draco."

"Magic, Hermione," he raised his eyebrows and grinned sheepishly. He took in a sharp breath, as he was surprised, at first, at her bold action.

She had run her hand down his abdomen and then over his increasingly hardening penis. He quickly pulled her in close to his body and kissed her. He felt her hands on the small of his back. He cupped her ass and pulled her up onto his body.

She moaned as he entered her. He pulled up on her thighs, which signaled her to wrap her legs around his waist. He leaned her against the wall of the shower, pausing as he looked into her eyes. She nodded at him.

He trembled for a moment, his knees almost buckling. No witch, not even Celeste, made him feel like Hermione had always done. She was the only person who had ever stood up to him.

"I love you, Draco," she moaned.

Draco took in a breath and started to thrust into her. She kissed his neck as he pushed deeper into her. They both moaned as they made love, not caring how long they had been in the shower.

*-O-*

Draco kissed the back of Hermione's neck as the last of the soap rinsed from her body. She turned around and kissed him. "Wow," she said as she ran her hand over his chest.

"I've never done that before," he said as he pulled her hand from his chest. He kissed her palm.

"Really?" she asked incredulously.

Draco raised his eyebrow in mock astonishment. "What?" he asked, bringing her into his body. He looked deep into her eyes. "I'm not as experienced as you think I am, Hermione."

She smiled up at him. She tiptoed to kiss his cheek before leaving him to take his turn in the shower. She winked at him. He breathed in as he watched her towel off before wrapping the towel around her body. She smiled and grabbed his wand.

She whispered an incantation that effectively dried and straightened her hair. He watched her exit the bathroom with an exaggerated sway of her hips. He adjusted himself painfully and quickly turned off the hot water as the cold lazy stream of water washed over his body. He pictured her face and breathed in as he soaped up. He smiled to himself again, three years out of practice and she hasn't missed a beat.

*-O-*

She looked at the dress on the dresser. It might be a bit too formal for breakfast, even here at Malfoy Manor. She turned to look at the closet that she once shared with the blonde wizard that she had just left in the shower.

Surely, he wouldn't mind her wearing one of his pants and shirts. She opened up the closet and thumbed through his wardrobe. As she reached the back of the closet, she took in a breath. She ran her hand over the beautiful dress robes that Mrs. Malfoy had bought her years ago. She also saw the blue jeans and light green long sleeved shirt she had worn the night before they had gone down to the Ministry of Magic to "sign" the divorce paperwork. She pulled the jeans off the hanger.

She turned toward the dresser again. "Accio underwear," she said commandingly. The drawers opened and a bra and knickers came flying at her. 'Whoa,' she thought. She quickly put her underwear on and pulled on her jeans. She wasn't about to use the green shirt; even the summer months in England were rather hot. She opened the bottom drawer of the dresser.

She pulled out the familiar grey t-shirt. She ran her finger over the word Gryffindor.

"I've always liked that shirt," he said fully dressed from the bathroom doorway. He quickly made his way to her. "On or off of you," he said as he pulled her in close for a kiss. She closed her eyes as she kissed him back.

"You kept all those dress robes," Hermione said as they finally caught their breaths.

He shrugged his shoulders as he looked into her eyes. She smiled at him as she pulled the old gym shirt on.

"Merlin," Hermione began, "What would you have told Celeste if she looked in your closet, Draco?"

"I would have told her the truth," Draco smirked at her. She canted her eyebrow up at him.

"I would have told her that I was a closet cross dresser," he said almost seriously. She busted out laughing.

"You are incorrigible, you know that?" she said running her hand over his chest.

"Yes, but you love me anyway," he kissed her neck. She breathed in. He held her in his arms.

"I couldn't," he said shaking his head. He looked into her eyes. "I needed them to remind me of you. I couldn't lose you, again."

"You could never lose me, Draco," she said reassuring him. She ran her hand down his arm. She held his hands in hers. He smiled as she touched his Wizarding wedding band. She looked up at him.

"What?" he asked, studying her face.

"It will probably take a month," she paused looking down at her hands. "But I'm sure my principal will sign transfer papers, Draco."

"No," he said shaking his head.

He watched Hermione's eyes flutter. He touched her cheek. He kissed her softly before looking into her eyes. "When we were first married, you were forced to give up so much."

Hermione started to protest when Draco placed his finger on her lips. Hermione gulped. Draco continued, "You gave up your job, your Muggle life, basically your freedom.

"I can't let you do that again," he said as he rubbed her cheek.

She averted his eyes. "Long distance relationships never work out, Draco," she said shutting her eyes as she felt tears welling up.

He lifted her chin and took in a breath as he wiped her cheeks, "I know, Hermione."

She blinked back tears as she placed her hands on his. He kissed her again.

"I want to prove wrong that stupid git that said that we would never use what we were learning in Muggle Studies in the real world," he smiled at her.

She laughed remembering that he was that stupid git. She looked into his grey eyes.

"I think it's high time I put to use what Professor Serhumano taught us, don't you think. And because you wouldn't let me give up magic for you, this is the next best thing," he said smiling at her. "I'm sure the Ministry will have a position available in Honolulu. Worse comes to worse I can always commute from Hawai'i to here; the wonders of apparition. We'll need to build a fire place, of course."

"You would do that for me?" she asked, wide-eyed.

"I would do it for us, Hermione," he said squeezing her hands, "You, me, Lois."

She hugged him. Draco held her in his arms for quite some time. They finally broke their embrace.

"We should go check on Lois," Hermione said breathlessly.

"Yeah," Draco said taking a hold of her hand as he led her out of the room.

"Are you sure about this, Draco, moving to Hawaii?" she asked hesitantly. "You'd have to get used to some Muggle ways."

"Like the little shower incident, Hermione, there's always a first time for everything," he smiled at her as they walked down the hallway. She pulled in close to his chest.

"I'll have to go back home for a little while today."

"What for?" he asked rubbing her back.

"To pick up some clothes for this vacation period," she said running her hand over his chest.

"I'll come with you. I don't think Mum and Dad would mind watching Lois, do you?"

Hermione paused in front of the door to the library. She turned to Draco. He smiled as he opened the door to her favorite room of the manor. She breathed in the smell of the leather bindings of the books. She looked around the room from the entranceway.

She turned to her husband and smiled. She leaned her head on his chest. Then she noticed something different. "What happened to the rug?"

He took in a breath. "I ... had to get rid of it," he said hesitantly.

She looked at him with raised eyebrows. He shrugged again.

"Let's just say it's got something to do with Celeste," he began as he watched her face flush. "And Reimers."

"Oh," she leaned into his chest. "I really don't want to know about it, do I?"

He shook his head smiling. He kissed her before leading her out back into the hall.

"We should go check on Lois," Hermione said as they headed toward the end of the hall.

"I need to thank her one day," Draco began as he snaked his arm around her waist.

"For what?" she asked looking up at him.

"For breaking your computer," he said kissing her forehead. They both laughed.

"So how much sleep do you think Mum and Dad got?" Hermione asked playfully as they got closer to the nursery.

"Not much," he said smiling. "They'll probably be sleeping in today."

They turned into the nursery. They were surprised to see Lois awake, cross-legged, and watching her grandparents sleep.

"Shhh," she said softly.

Both Hermione and Draco smiled. Mr. Malfoy sat on the floor next to the small bed. His head rested on his arm. Mrs. Malfoy lay on the floor with her head in her husband's lap.

Draco went around the two sleeping adults and stretched his arms out. Lois crawled into them. "Good morning, Daddy," she whispered.

Draco kissed the child's forehead. "Good morning to you, too, Kiddo."

Hermione kissed the child on her cheek. Lois smiled at the both of them.

"Hungry?" Draco asked the toddler.

"Mmhmm," she said nodding her head.

"How 'bout some breakfast then?"

"Save me a pancake," Mrs. Malfoy said as she stirred.

Draco and Hermione laughed softly. "Morning, Mum," Hermione said. "Sorry we woke you."

"No trouble at all," she said as she sat up. She kissed her husband on the cheek as he stirred.

Mr. Malfoy, with his eyes closed ran his arms over the bed and quickly stood up. The young couple watched him wide-eyed.

"Did she fall off the bed?" The older Malfoy asked worriedly.

Everybody laughed. "Morning, Dad," Draco said as Mr. Malfoy blinked away sleep.

"Morning, Grandpa," the little girl said smiling.

Mr. Malfoy smiled back. Mrs. Malfoy put her arm around his waist and patted his chest. "I think it's time for breakfast don't you all think."

Everybody nodded. They all smiled at each other before they headed downstairs for breakfast; Draco carrying Lois on his hip while holding onto Hermione's hand, followed by Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy walking hand in hand, too.

Mr. Malfoy watched the young family and took in a breath. Mrs. Malfoy stopped walking. Mr. Malfoy looked at his wife endearingly. She leaned into him and whispered, "I told you everything would turn out fine."

He pulled her in closely and kissed her. He would never again doubt his lovely wife.

FIN

A.N. Thank you all for taking the time out to read and review over the past several months.

P.S. Sequel is The Profesi Reprisal.