Revealed

Chapter Three

3 months later...

"No peeking." Draco said behind her.

"I'm not! Will you please tell me what we are doing?" Hermione was being lead by Draco on what she thought was road. He had blind folded her when she got home to their flat and put her in the car.

After a short drive, Draco had stopped the car and maneuvered her out and onto what felt like cement.

"Draco..." Hermione whines and held her hands our, worried about falling over.

"Hermione Jean Malfoy, do you honestly think I'll let you fall?" His lips brushed her ear. A warm blush crept over Hermione's neck and cheeks.

"No, I know you'll always catch me." She smiled shyly. Draco's hands slid down from her arms to her stomach. His touch still left butterflies in her stomach.

A deep chuckle escaped Draco's lips as his chest rumbled against her back. "My darling is so impatient. Alright.." He turns her a certain way. "Take the blind fold off now."

Excited, Hermione rips off the blindfold and froze. Standing in front of her was a beautiful two story brick house with a wrought iron porch swing. There was a large yard in the front and in the back from what she could see. Plenty of space for them and any children.

The house was perfect. It was everything Hermione imagined when she thought of buying her first home with her husband.

"Oh Draco! It's perfect!" Hermione throws her arms around him as he lifts her off the ground, spinning her around.

Letting out a happy laugh, Hermione kissed him softly. "I can't believe you did this for me." She grins.

Setting her on her feet, but never dropping his hold on her, Draco kissed her forehead "I would do anything for you Hermione. You're my world." He smiled and turns her back to the house.

"Now come on, let me show you the inside. We have a lot of rooms to christen." With a smirk and a wink, Draco lifted Hermione bridal style into his arms and into the house.

It would be a long night.

***

"Draco!" Hermione cried out as she shattered into a million pieces by the work of Draco and his sinful body. Collapsing into a sweaty and panting mess, Hermione and Draco laid naked on the floor in front of the fire, a sheet tangled around their bodies.

Draco was on top of her, his head on her chest while he fought to catch his breath. Her heart was hammering in his ear while her fingers lazily traced over the muscles in his back. This was their...their..Hermione had lost count at this point. They've done exactly what he said they would do. Christen every room. And everyone room they have.

The master bedroom. The kitchen table. The bathroom during a shower. The 4 guest rooms, one of which can be converted into a nursery. The finished basement. And now the living room floor. Hermione didn't think she would be able to move the next day. She loved her insatiable husband.

The light from the fire cast dancing shadows against the wall and furniture in their beautiful living room. It was warm and inviting and cozy. Draco's hand broke Hermione from her thoughts and she leans into the hand cupping her cheek.

Above her, with his damp platinum hair pushed back, Draco gazed down at the women he loved. His ring a cool reminded against her soft cheek.