Chapter 22
One year later, Draco and Hermione were on their honeymoon in Paris. They were at their hotel, cracking up over one of Hermione's favorite muggle comedies. Draco never realized he would enjoy such muggle entertainment. And Hermione never realized she would enjoy the act of enjoying herself this much.
Hermione especially cracked up over some of rom-coms they watched. At one point, Hermione found herself thinking silently. They say love is blind. But no....love is NOT blind. Because love rejoices in truth. If you love someone, you would be honest and true with them, you could be your authentic self around them. Hermione felt a surge of gratitude as she thought of how surprisingly easy it was for her and Draco to be their authentic selves around each other. Infatuation is blinding. But not love-- not the true form of love.
Draco was continuing to laugh at the shows. Then he checked his phone and saw that Harry had sent him a snapshot of him and Pansy sticking their tongues at him while their daughter was jumping with muddy feet on Draco's sofa. They were helping move furniture into the new apartment Draco and Hermione planned to move into after their honeymoon.
"Heh!" Draco nudged Hermione and showed her the snapshot. "Joke's on Harry. That's the sofa where Bellatrix and Snape snogged. I was gonna get rid of it anyway."
Hermione cracked up. "Wait till Harry finds out you and I snogged on his bed while he and Pansy were on their honeymoon."
Draco smirked at her. "He already knows, actually. I told him yesterday-- I think that's why he's doing that to my sofa."
Hermione blinked, then laughed again. "Harry has the most immature ways of getting back at people."
"Don't worry-- when we get back from our honeymoon, it'll be a few days until Zabini and the Weasley sister have their wedding. I have the worst roast planned for Harry during roasting time."
Hermione covered her mouth. "You're not gonna bring up the time when Harry and Ginny snogged for the first time, then broke up because they each felt like the other was either Ron or me?"
Draco winked at her. "Nope, I'm saving that one for Ron and Astoria's wedding next month."
Hermione hit his arm playfully.
Draco laughed. "I'll roast Harry about the time he had a random dream about Zabini turning into a werewolf and chasing him until Pansy showed up to save his arse, dressed in a pink princess dress. The Potter is more pansy than Pansy sometimes."
"Hehe, of course you would know by now." Hermione teased.
"Ah, you jealous, Granger?"
"Absolutely not," she said coolly, smiling teasingly at him.
Draco gave her a mischievous smile. "If Harry was a girl, I'd still choose you over him, simply because he'd make a very pathetic girl."
Hermione winced, then smirked at him. "I'm not sure if that was an insult or a compliment."
Draco pulled her closer to him and kissed her lips. Then he gave her a teasing look in her eyes. "Insult, compliment…it shouldn’t make a difference anymore, right? I'm a charmer either way."
"Oh, shut up," she laughed. She pulled him in and they kissed again.
They spent the rest of that night cracking up over comedic shows and various snapshots Harry and Pansy would send them of themselves and their daughter playfully messing around the new apartment they were setting up for Draco and Hermione. Their favorites were the edited snapshots of the pictures taken when Draco was dressed as Harry's best man during Harry and Pansy's wedding, and Harry as Draco's best man during his and Hermione's wedding.
The thrill of their night seemed like it carried on forever, and both Draco and Hermione embraced every moment of it.