Hermione frowned as she stared out the window of the airplane. Next to her, she could feel Draco shifting restlessly.

“This was ridiculous for me to have agreed to,” he hissed, agitated. “Muggle transportation is inherently dangerous, and never a good idea. Remind me again why I agreed to it?”

Hermione turned her head and aimed a sweet smile at him. “Because I asked you to.”

“That can’t have been my only reasoning,” he muttered, glancing past her to the clouds they were passing.

“I believe we were in the middle of some rather – er, distracting - activities at the time,” she said pointedly. His angry look faded into a self-satisfied smirk.

“Ah, yes. Now I recall the negotiations quite clearly.”

She slapped him gently on the arm. “You agreed to it because I told you that I’d always dreamed of flying away to some secluded, tropical island for my honeymoon.”

“And as I recall, you were rather convincing,” he said, arching a pale eyebrow at her. She rolled her eyes, but smiled nonetheless. “So, now I’m stuck on this – this – what is it called again?”

“Airplane.”

“Airplane,” he echoed distastefully. “I still don’t see why we couldn’t have apparated.”

Hermione bit back a smile and tried to look sympathetic.

“Draco, you promised.”

“I know,” he sighed, settling back into his chair. “Remind me that the next time we’re in the throes of passion and you start talking that it would be a good idea for me to shut you up.”

“Throes of passion?” Her eyebrows shot up in question, and his cheeks turned slightly pink. “Have you been reading my romance novels again?”

“Again?” he echoed incredulously. Hermione thought he looked suspiciously guilty. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“I caught you once,” she reminded him, wagging a finger. “If you’re going to read them behind my back, I should at least be benefiting from them.”

“What do you mean?”

“Those books give people ideas,” she shrugged. “So use them.”

“Less than four hours after becoming my wife, and you’re already talking about our sex life as though it needs spicing up,” he said ruefully. She smothered a giggle and rested her head against his shoulder.

“Did it really happen?” she breathed, closing her eyes. “Did we really get married?”

“I assure you, we did,” he said dryly. “Potter would never have been in such a catatonic state if we’d done anything less.”

“Harry was perfectly fine with our getting married,” she said defensively. Draco slipped a finger beneath her chin and gently tilted her face up.

“I’m your husband now,” he said softly, his thumb caressing her jaw. “Which means that I have the right to absolutely loathe any man who has ever so much as looked at you in more than a platonic way.”

“That’s not fair,” she whispered back. “You already hated Harry before we got together.”

“What I’m trying to say is that if I want to hate someone who has been linked romantically to you, I will do so, and without a shred of remorse. I’d appreciate it if you wouldn’t try to defend the objects of my distaste.”

“All right,” she squeaked, her bones turning to liquid as he fixed her with a smoldering gaze.

“Now, then,” he said, dropping a fiercely possessive kiss on her lips, “when can we get off of this damnable thing?”

“This is more like it,” Draco murmured appreciatively from the hot tub. Hermione laughed and discarded her robe before sinking into the water beside him. Before she could sit down, his arms were around her. “This is definitely more like it.”

“You know,” she said, closing her eyes to enjoy the movement of his lips on her throat, “when I said I wanted a romantic tropical honeymoon, I didn’t think you’d take it to heart like this.” She gestured vaguely at their surroundings.

Draco had completely surprised her by reserving a romantic, secluded cottage on the beach. The cottage was equipped with a large bedroom, an even larger kitchen, a living room, a bathroom, and a lavish veranda where they took their meals. The hot tub was located on the deck behind the cottage, overlooking the ocean.

“Nothing but the best for us,” he murmured, his lips moving against her shoulder.

“This day has been like a dream come true for me,” she whispered, tears stinging her eyes. He stopped kissing her and looked at her.

“Then why are you crying?”

“I never thought it was possible to be so happy,” she said, brushing the moisture away from her cheeks. His expression softened.

“I feel the same way,” he agreed. Then, so softly that she almost didn’t hear it: “But you’ll feel the same way when we have our first child.”

She gave a start and gazed at him intently.

“Do you want children, Draco?”

He seemed surprised by the question. “Of course I do – why wouldn’t I?”

“I don’t know,” she said reasonably. “We’ve never discussed this before. How many do you want?”

“At least ten,” he said. She smiled, but when she saw his serious expression, her smile faded and her pulse began to race.

“Ten? Isn’t that a little much?” He shook his head. “How soon do you want these ten children?”

“Tonight. Now,” he said, lowering his mouth to hers hungrily. She was caught off guard by his fervor, but returned it with her own. After several minutes of heavy kissing, she broke away to catch her breath.

“Now?”

He nodded.

“You want me to have your children?” she asked, an overwhelming feeling of pleasure flooding through her.

“Anyone else just wouldn’t do,” he said, flashing her a wicked smile, and reaching for her again.

“And,” she gasped as his mouth descended on her breast. “What if I told you that you were already well on your way to becoming a father of ten?”

Draco froze, then lifted his head to stare at her. “What?”

“I was going to wait until the perfect moment to tell you, but this feels as good as any,” she said, smiling nervously. His jaw dropped.

“Are you saying – “ his voice trailed off, and his eyes dropped. She knew that he was trying to look at her stomach, and her smile widened as he met her eyes again. She nodded.

“I found out two weeks ago,” she admitted. “I didn’t want to worry you before the wedding.”

”Worry me?” he echoed incredulously, still in a state of shock. “When is he due?”

“He?” she asked, pursing her lips and narrowing her eyes at him. He shrugged and grinned. “They are due in April.”

“They?” His eyes were wide.

“They. According to the MediWitch, I am ten weeks pregnant with twins.”

“Twins,” he echoed, his eyes glazing over. She frowned and passed her hand in front of his face.

“Draco? Are you all right?”

“I’m going to be a father,” he whispered. She smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck. “You’re going to have my children.” The awe in his voice made tears prick at her eyes for the second time that evening.

“I was hoping you’d be happy about it,” she admitted.

“Happy? I’m ecstatic,” he murmured reassuringly, stroking her back beneath the surface of the water. “There’s no way that this day could get any better.”

“I bet it can,” she said, slipping her hands beneath the water. His eyes widened, and then drifted closed.

“For once, I’m happy to be proven wrong.”

“For once?” she teased, an eyebrow shooting up. He cracked an eye open and looked at her before grinning.

“I’m never wrong – didn’t you know that?”