Moving Forward

Disclaimer: The Harry Potter universe belongs to JKR.

A/N: Many thanks go to my awesome beta, Southern_Witch_69.

This is my response to LOTM's YLC challenge. For rules see the end of chapter one.

Chapter Eleven

Moving Forward

Ginny sat in the stands watching the team practice. She couldn't seem to take her eyes off of Draco. He truly looked magnificent to her while flying.

She couldn't help reddening while thinking of the night they had spent together. It had been the most erotic experience of her life. One that she decided she wanted to have again. Soon.

He had surprised her the morning after by asking her if she'd wanted to spend the day with him seeing some of the sights before they had to return to England. She couldn't remember having a better day. How she had managed to slip away to buy him a gift was beyond her. She'd regretted having to come home, but he had made her feel better by asking her to dinner. They would meet later that evening, and she would surprise him with the gift then.

Ginny sighed, knowing that her family would not approve of Draco but not really caring. She briefly wondered if Mrs. Malfoy would approve of her and then immediately doubted it. A mere Weasley would never be good enough for her precious Draco! She remembered the first ball when Draco had escorted both his mother and Pansy Parkinson. She is probably the one Mrs. Malfoy sees her only son with. Not someone like me.

Realizing her thoughts were making her melancholy, she returned her eyes to the Quidditch pitch. After about thirty minutes, George called an end to practice. Thankful she could return home and start preparing for her date, she hurriedly got up and started down the stands.

"I could use a good backwash," Draco purred as seductively as he could into her ear while he wrapped his arms around her waist.

"Oh, no, you don't, mister! I have to go make myself beautiful for tonight!" Ginny tried in vain to get out of her lover's tight grip.

"Well, you are already beautiful, so isn't that a moot point? I have missed you," he said quietly.

"It's only been one day, Draco." Turning her head to look into his stormy eyes, she conceded by saying, "I have missed you, too."

"Why don't we skip the restaurant and find someplace to order room service and eat in bed?" he asked in between kisses on the back of her neck and ear.

His hot breath on the back of her neck made her tremble. She really couldn't think when he was doing that. "I think I could be persuaded," she relented. "However, I still need to ready myself."

Draco sighed, mock dramatically. "If you must. I will get us a room at the Three Broomsticks as soon as I shower. I will be waiting, so don't dally."

"Excuse me, but I have never dallied in my life, thanks!"

Laughing, he told her, "I will leave a note for you at the bar with our room number." Leaning down, he kissed her gently, surprising her. His kisses up until then had been mostly passionate and slightly rough. Ginny found that she liked the tender kisses just as much.

"See you soon, Ginevra," he said as he walked towards the locker rooms. "And remember, don't dally!"

Rolling her eyes, but still smiling, Ginny Apparated to the Burrow to make herself as beautiful as she could. She couldn't wait to make love with...no, shag...Draco again. The only problem was that, to her, it was making love. She was afraid to think of what exactly it meant to him.

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Hermione had just sat down to write the accepted and rejected parchments when there was a knock at her door. "Enter!" she called.

Mr. Wimple came in and greeted her warmly. Hermione was surprised to see him, as he usually only came on Mondays and Fridays. First, he'd stopped by the day before to inform her of Mrs. Nott's arrest and now again today. She had no idea what the reason could be for today's visit, but she doubted she would like it.

"Hermione, I have arranged a business luncheon at the Leaky Cauldron for you today at noon with a Nichola Dimov. He is a Durmstrang graduate...a few years ahead of you I believe. You need a researcher to help you. You're getting too far behind trying to do all this work on your own. Since you will be the one that works with the new researcher, I have decided to allow you to do the hiring."

"But, sir! I don't have time to go all the way to Diagon Alley today! Look at all these requests," she said as she waved her arm over her desk.

"That is exactly my point. You have got to have some help." When she started to object again, he merely shook his head. "I will not take no for an answer, Hermione. You will also have another interview today at four o'clock with a Daphne Greengrass. Hogwarts graduate. She looks to be about your age."

Hermione sighed. She vaguely remembered Daphne from Hogwarts. They had graduated together. Daphne had been in Slytherin. "Fine, Mr. Wimple. Now, if that is all, I have got to get these parchments written and sent to you for approval."

"Very good, dear. I will check back with you in the morning, and then you can tell me if one of those two will suffice or if I need to find somebody else. Will that do?"

"Yes, sir. Thank you. Have a nice day."

"I do believe I have been dismissed," he said jovially. "You have a nice day as well."

After he walked out of her office, Hermione laid her head on her desk and began to gently bang it on the hard surface. Why me? I have too much to do! I want to clear my desk before I leave tomorrow! Is it not his job to do the stupid interviews?

Resigned to the fact she had no choice in the matter, Hermione began writing letters.

*** *** *** *** *** ***

Severus was very frustrated. After he had gotten back to the castle the night before, he had been too worked up from wanting to sink himself into Hermione to sleep, so he had gone to work on the Wolfsbane alterations in his private lab.

After going over his notes and making a few calculations, he discovered something unusual, but he instinctively knew it was the missing piece. He actually needed a silver cauldron. He was going to have to make a trip to Diagon Alley during lunch. He had a free period directly after lunch, so he could take his time to find the right one.

He wanted to work this out as much as he could tonight because as of the next evening he would be staying at Hermione's for two nights in a row. I will finally have her! I know she wants me just as much as I want her...I will just have to make sure she realizes it as well. Separate bedrooms indeed!

Chuckling to himself, he stopped in front of the doors that would take him into his first class of the day: second year Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws. Mentally preparing himself for the dunderheads, the dreaded Potions master opened the door with a bang and smirked inwardly as each student jumped at the sound.

"I trust that each of you has read your chapter and that you are ready to begin your Swelling Solution?" he asked as he flicked his wand and a list of ingredients and instructions appeared on the blackboard.

As the students looked nervously at their Potions professor, he barked, "Well? What are you waiting for? Begin!"

Suddenly, there was a scraping of seats and the sound of students heading for the supply closet. Severus sat down at his desk and began to think of all the ways he could seduce his little paramour. Let the games begin!

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Hermione had known within fifteen minutes of the luncheon that she would not be hiring Mr. Dimov. He was only looking for a job to hold him until the new Quidditch season started, and then he would be training under Viktor Krum. Nichola had thought that because of her acquaintance with Viktor, Hermione would immediately hire him.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Dimov--"

"Nichola, please," he told her as he smiled his most charming smile.

Hesitantly, she said, "Nichola. I must apologize, but I was looking for someone more long term."

Taking her hand, using all the charisma he could muster, he said, "Surely we could work something out? Hire me now, and find a standby for when I am gone. I could... make it worth your while."

Thoroughly disgusted, Hermione started to jerk her hand from his when she heard a very familiar voice behind her in a tone that made the hairs on the back of her neck rise.

"Well, well. Quite a cozy little lunch we're having." Looking towards Nichola, he drawled, "I don't believe I have had the pleasure of making your acquaintance? I am Severus Snape."

Nichola visibly paled. He'd heard of the Hogwarts Potions professor and his demeanor. "Nichola Dimov at your service, sir. And my lovely companion is Miss Hermione--"

Infuriated, Severus glared at him and said, "I know your companion very well. There is no need for introductions." Turning to an upset Hermione, he said, "Could you please give me your definition of exclusive?" He folded his arms across his chest in a defensive manner.

"Severus, I promise that this is not what it looks like!" Suddenly realizing that her hand was still in Nicholas' grasp, she jerked it back, knocking her drink over in her haste.

Raising an eyebrow in a disbelieving arch, he said, "I would love to hear the explanation for this cozy little rendezvous," he waved his arm over the table, "but I haven't the time. Perhaps if I see you again, time will not be an issue. Good day." He did have the time, but he had to leave before he would do something that he'd regret.

As he turned to walk out, Hermione jumped up from the table to catch him. "Severus! Stop!"

Turning around to face her, he said between clenched teeth, "I really haven't the time, my dear, nor do I care to hear your false excuses right now." He turned to leave once again.

Grabbing his arm just as he walked out the door, she said, "Regardless of how angry you are, you will hear me out, even if I have to follow you back to Hogwarts."

Pointedly looking at the hand that was grabbing his arm until she released it, he relented. "Fine, Hermione. Explain so that I may leave."

"Well, you see, Mr. Wimple set up this business luncheon. He seems to think I need help in the research area because my request forms are really piling up. He told me that because I am the one who will be working with the assistant, I could do the hiring of the people he selected."

"I see. Well, congratulations on your new assistant." He turned to leave once more.

"Oh, you insufferable man! I did not hire him! I had just finished telling him that he would not be suitable for the job, and he was trying to... charm his way into the position when you happened upon us! I was getting ready to put him in his place, thank you very much. AND! Might I add that had you not been so insistent on us not telling each other of our whereabouts, we could have avoided this entire scene. I would have owled you earlier to let you know."

When all he did was stare at her, she said in a quivering voice, "Do you have no faith in me at all then? Do you actually think that I would have lunch with some random man the day before I was to be with you? For the weekend no less?" When he made no attempt to answer her, Hermione threw up her hands in aggravation and turned to leave, wiping the tear that had fallen off her cheek.

This time, Severus grabbed her arm to stop her. Taking a page out of his book, she looked down at his hand and back up into his eyes. He reluctantly released her, quietly saying, "I apologize. When I walked in, the first thing I saw was you sitting there holding some man's hand." Sighing, he turned from her. "Hermione, I am not used to this kind of relationship. I will have to learn as I go, no doubt making mistakes along the way. I will admit that not wanting us to let each other know where we would be and who we would be with was perhaps not a good idea."

You think? "I agree. Do you think that if we are to be out...especially with someone of the opposite sex...we let the other know?"

"Yes, I think that we should." He ran an impatient hand through his hair. He could not believe he had been so jealous! He'd not been that jealous since Lily Evans and James Potter started dating. Hermione seemed to bring out feelings in him that he wasn't aware he could still feel.

Taking in his annoyed expression, Hermione laid her hand on his arm again, this time to try and calm him. "Severus, it's okay. Really." Suddenly smiling, she said, "Well, it looks as if we have just had our first official fight as a..." She had started to say couple, but she was unsure if that is what he considered them to be.

"Yes, so it would seem," he murmured, aware that she'd felt unsure labeling them as a couple. "I say that we will have to have a proper make up session at your flat tomorrow night."

"Oh, yes," she agreed. "Right and proper." She turned to face him and put her arms around his neck. Standing on her toes, she whispered into his ear, "But let this hold you until you get there." Rising as far as she could, she placed her lips on his...gently at first, slowly letting her passion build until she felt as if she could devour him right there on the street.

Gently pushing her back, hardly believing he'd actually kissed her in such a manner in public, he told her, "Keep that up and I will take you to a room upstairs now, and I would not be able to do you justice with the amount of time I have left." Barely grazing her cheek, he said, "Until tomorrow."

Watching him walk away, Hermione sighed, and having completely forgotten about her lunch companion, she went back to her office to do as much as she could before she had to meet with Daphne Greengrass. Luckily, that meeting would be held in her office.

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Ginny had just put the finishing touches on her makeup when she noticed an official owl pecking at her bedroom window. Odd, that. I wonder why he didn't just go to the kitchen?

She opened her window, and the owl flew to her dresser and held his leg out. She looked around for an owl treat; she usually kept some on hand for Pig, but she told the disgruntled owl he'd have to go to the kitchen, as she was out. He hooted once and sat where he was. Oh! He must be waiting for me to reply.

As she glanced down at the letter, she noticed Yenta Livery Company on the outside. "Holy shite! I'd almost forgotten about this. Damn, damn, damn!" Opening the letter with shaking fingers, she read:

Miss Weasley,

The YLC

"Well, I have to set up a meeting directly. I will just wait to speak with Draco about this after I see what happens," she said aloud to herself, nervously twisting the parchment as she thought.

After a few moments, she went to her desk to get a quill, parchment, and some ink. She quickly wrote a reply, saying she was anxious to meet her match as soon as possible, and then sent the owl on his way. Ginny decided to put it out of her mind for now and to concentrate on her evening with Draco. I wonder what it would take to convince him to fill out the parchment?

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Draco was sitting on the bed with his back against the headboard in room 307 of the Three Broomsticks. As he awaited Ginny, he decided to read the Daily Prophet. His reading was disturbed by an owl tapping at the window. What the bloody hell? How did that stupid owl know to come here for me? Unless Mum...

Sighing, he got up to allow the owl to enter. He was taken aback when two owls flew into the room. He took the scroll off the first one and smirked when he saw Yenta Livery Company on the outside of the parchment. Well, no wonder Mum sent the little bugger here. Opening the letter, he read:

Mr. Malfoy,

The YLC

"One hundred percent? I don't believe that." Throwing the parchment onto the bed, he went to the other owl to take the second parchment. Thinking that it had been from his mother, he was surprised to see Yenta Livery Company on the outside of that one as well. I thought they only sent the highest score first, and if that didn't work, they went from there. Odd. Opening it, he read:

Mr. Malfoy,

The YLC

"Well, it appears that you two are awaiting my reply, eh? Okay, hold on there. It would be best to get these meetings out of the way so that I can start trying to convince Ginevra to fill out one of their forms."

After filling out the forms and sending the owls on their way, he sat back down on the bed to finish reading the paper when it hit him. "Oh, Merlin! I actually want Ginevra to fill out a form! I want her to be a match for me! No, no, I don't. I want to shag her...nothing else!"

His thoughts were cut short, as there was a knock on his door. He jumped off the bed and hurriedly went to open the door before he caught himself. It won't do to appear too eager.

All thoughts of aloofness went out of his head when he opened the door. There stood Ginny, all smiles and flushing as if she had hurried. Putting her arms around his neck, she whispered into his ear, "Hey, there, gorgeous. I have been thinking of those lips all day."

When she proceeded to devour his mouth, the only thought in his head was, Home.

Ironically, Ginny forgot all about the gift she had for Draco in the pocket of her robe.

*** *** *** *** *** ***

Hermione was in a very good mood when she got home Friday evening. Daphne turned out to be exactly the kind of person Hermione thought she needed. After a few minutes of speaking with her, Hermione hired her to begin that following Monday.

Sighing, she went to put the casserole in the oven. She'd known that tonight was going to be the night, so she'd put together a quick casserole before she went to work so that she would only have to bake it when she returned home. She'd wanted to spend her time more productively--readying herself.

She remembered their argument the day before. At first, she'd wondered if she had forgiven him too quickly, but she also knew that had she walked into a pub and seen him holding hands with another woman; she would have been just as angry. After they had decided to be exclusive, it was only natural that he would have been upset. She was actually glad they had come to the agreement they had, so in the end, things had worked out in her favor.

Going into the bedroom to gather her things for her bath, Hermione noticed the letter from the YLC. Sighing, she held it in her hands and read it once more. I have waited long enough. I am going to reply right now and set the meeting up. I have no right to keep that poor man awaiting my reply. After she'd written a response, she called her owl to her to send it straight away. She wanted it to get there before they closed for the weekend.

After the owl had gone, she went into the bathroom to ready herself. She filled the bath with fragrant bubbles and sank into them appreciatively, taking great care to shave her legs and underarms and to groom herself. She wanted everything to be as perfect as it could be.

She recoiled as she recalled Ron's harsh words to her the time they'd danced together at the ball. Even though he'd been mad at the time, she knew that there was some truth in what he had said: That was hitting way below the belt. Perhaps you shouldn't go there, as you were never any good in that area in the first place. Too prudish for starters, but I don't have the time or inclination to go on.

She'd always known that she was nothing special in that area; she'd hardly ever had an orgasm while shagging. The few times I did have one, there was a lot of foreplay involved. Perhaps I am too much trouble. But still, she wondered why he'd called her prudish. She wasn't above experimenting some, although she didn't do everything he'd suggested.

Many times when Ron had wanted sex, or Oliver for that matter, she didn't feel like being left frustrated by lack of orgasm, so she'd perfected her fellatio skills. Perhaps I should start with that tonight.

Noticing the time slipping away, she quickly got out of the tub and dried off before putting on her favorite robe. She wanted to knock his socks off, so she'd decided on wearing black, lacy knickers and a matching bra. After applying her makeup, she slipped into a comfortable pair of slacks and a soft jumper. She'd decided not to put her shoes on, as she'd wanted to be comfortable.

Just as the last hair was in place, she heard a knock on the door. Taking a deep breath, she went to open it. "Hi! Come on in."

Bending down to kiss her cheek, he told her, "You look lovely, my dear."

Blushing, she told him, "Thank you. Make yourself comfortable, and let me pour you a glass of wine." Noticing his overnight bag, she nervously said, "Here, let me take that for you."

Glad to find her nervous, he simply handed her the bag. Sniffing the air, he hesitantly asked, "Um, Hermione? What is that smell?"

"What smell?" She sniffed as well and exclaimed, "Oh, no! I forgot about my casserole!" Dropping his bag, she turned and ran into the kitchen to look in the oven. "It's ruined," she said, not even sure if he'd followed her or not.

Chuckling, he told her, "It's all right. We can just order in."

Sitting down in one of her kitchen chairs, she slightly pouted, "It's just not the same. I wanted to cook for you. I just forgot all about the casserole when I was getting ready." Looking into his eyes, she told him. "I'm sorry."

"Please don't fret over it, Hermione. Come and sit on the sofa with me and have some wine."

Hermione slowly got up and followed Severus out of the kitchen. Some perfect evening this is turning out to be!

When they got to the sofa, Severus poured them both a glass of wine and sat down. Hermione sat down beside him and took a long sip. Looking at her, he asked, "Are you very hungry?"

Thinking of the night ahead of them and the knots forming in the pit of her stomach, she quietly said, "No, not especially."

"Come here," he invited, holding his arms out to her.

She went willingly into his arms, and he embraced her. "Hermione, please don't think you need to do anything special for me. I wanted to be here this weekend to spend some time with you, and that is what I am doing. It's enough."

Smiling up at him, she told him, "I didn't feel that I needed to. I just wanted to. I wanted to make this evening special for the both of us, and I have to say that it's feeling pretty special to me right now." She leaned into him and softly kissed his eyes, nose, and then finally, his mouth.

Growling with need, he said huskily, "It's time. I want you."

"Yes," she agreed. Standing up, she took his hand and led him to her bedroom. Shyly turning back to face him, she was surprised when he pulled her to him and began kissing her with wild abandon.

She stiffened at first from his intensity, but she soon found herself answering his kisses with equal demand. Just feel... Don't think! She wanted to lose herself in this man and was well on her way to doing so.

Pulling away from her, he pulled her jumper over her head as she fumbled with her trousers. Very quickly, she found herself standing in front of a fully dressed Severus in only her black, lacy under things. When he sucked in a breath, she said, "Now, this is not fair at all. I think you need to catch up."

He started to walk towards her, and she backed away, taking off her bra as she did. "Uh, uh, uh!" she teased, wagging her first finger from side to side. "Tit for tat, dear heart. You have entirely too many clothes on!"

Her only response from him was that damn sexy raised eyebrow. He slowly started unbuttoning his shirt, enjoying her reaction as he did so. After he threw his shirt to the floor, he unbuttoned his trousers, letting them fall around his ankles. It was then that he realized he still had his boots on. Damn! So much for being sexy.

Seeing his dilemma, she walked to him, enjoying the way he looked in his black silk boxers and went to her knees before him. Picking up his foot to remove his boot, she looked into his eyes and said, "Allow me."

Fighting the urge to come right there from the sexiest sight he'd seen in his life, Hermione Granger on her knees before him in nothing but those sexy little knickers, he said, "By all means."

She slowly started taking off his boot, rubbing his calf as she did. She heard the barest of moans and removed the other one. Noticing the tent in his boxers, she gently rubbed him, enjoying the silk feeling against the palm of her hand. "What shall I do about this?" Maybe if I dazzle him with my mouth, he'll not be too disappointed with the actual deed.

Before he could answer, she gently started pulling his boxers down his legs. Once he'd stepped out of them, she looked at his penis. Oh, my! Not overly huge, but the biggest one she'd had the pleasure of seeing. Seeing that he wanted her so much was most definitely a pleasure.

She very slowly licked the underside of his penis, slightly nibbling as she went, and then circled her tongue over the tip. Severus rewarded her with a moan and gently fisted his fingers in her hair to pull her face closer.

She closed her mouth over him, taking him in as deep as she could, sucking and moving her tongue as she slowly eased her head back. She brought her hand up to stroke his dangly bits, and he yelled, "Oh, shite! Sweet Jesus, Hermione!"

Gently pulling her head back, he advised, "You have to stop lest you want this over before it truly begins." Damn, I don't even want to know where she learned that!

Grasping her hand and helping her to her feet, he led her to the bed. "Now, it seems that you are the overdressed one."

"Hmm, I do believe you are quite right. Let me rectify that now." She hooked her fingers under the elastic of her knickers and slowly lowered them. Shite! I didn't get to finish! Please, God, don't let him find me lacking. Let it be good for him... for us.

After she'd stepped out of her knickers, he laid her on the bed. Rubbing her cheek with his hand, he lowered his head and began kissing her. He nibbled and sucked her lips before working his way to her jaw. He smiled as she sighed and arched her back, offering her sweet nipples for him to consume. He played with her right nipple and gently pinched it as he licked and suckled the left. She cried out when he found an exceptionally sensitive spot on the underside of her breast.

He began working his way lower until he reached his destination. Looking her in the eyes, he said, "As you said, my dear, tit for tat," before he licked between her lower lips and then circled her clit with his tongue. She wasn't as gentle as he when she fisted her hands in his hair, but he didn't mind. The joy of pleasuring a woman this way was something he rarely allowed himself to do.

She began bucking her hips, trying to pull his face closer still. Sensing her need, he inserted one finger, and then another, while continuously licking and nipping. When he softly sucked her clit, she lost herself and began chanting, "Severus, Severus," over and over.

After she'd come down, he quickly positioned himself over her. Lowering his head, he feasted on her mouth as he sank himself completely into her welcoming, moist, heat. For a moment, he couldn't move. Many words came to mind as he looked at her: tight, complete, happiness, feels so good, want you, need you...

"Severus, please!" she begged as she began moving her hips.

Oh, God, she thinks I am teasing her. How can I possibly tell her that I don't want to rush this? I don't want this euphoric feeling to end? He slowly began thrusting in and out of her, loving the feeling of their joined bodies. Before long, he could no longer control his body's natural urge to claim what was his and began taking her with abandon.

He felt her walls trembling and knew she was close to completion again. Putting his hand between them, he massaged her clit between his first finger and thumb until he felt her insides clamp down on him, causing his release just after she did.

"Oh, Severus. I never knew it could be like this!" she said in between pants. "You are simply amazing!"

"I don't have the words to tell you what I am feeling. I have never... That is to say, I--" He stopped, realizing he was about to confess more to her than he wanted. NO! It's too soon. Besides, one heart-stopping shag does not mean that it's... No! I won't even think it. Except that he truly was feeling something. He just didn't know what exactly, how he felt about it, or what he was going to do about it.

Lying beside her, he pulled her back to his front and kissed the top of her head. As she nodded off, he thought about Greg and Miss Lovegood's binding and then the YLC match he was supposed to meet. If she does not owl soon, I will have to contact them and demand a meeting!

*** *** *** *** *** ***

Hermione stood with Ginny at the bar watching Greg and Luna dance. The binding had been beautiful. Luna was a vision in white. Smiling at her best friend, she said, "You sure look like the kneazle that ate the rat! Anything you want to share with me?"

Ginny looked over and said, "I expect I look much the same as you. Am I correct in thinking I saw you arrive here with Professor Snape?"

"Yes, we came together." At Ginny's speculative look, she told her, "We decided to see each other... exclusively."

"Really? Professor Snape is actually going to see you and only you? Wow!"

"Well, there is no need to sound so surprised; I am a great catch you know!" Laughing at herself, Hermione asked, "What's going on with you and Draco? Don't think I haven't noticed the looks you two have been giving each other."

"Yes, there is something there; I just don't know what that something is yet. I mean, the sex is wonderful, but I wonder if that is all it is to him."

"I take it that it is more than sex to you then?" When Ginny hesitantly nodded that it was, Hermione told her, "Then, if I were you, I would talk to him about it and see."

"Oh, I plan to. It's just that this thing between us is all so new. I don't want to put the Thestral before the carriage. I get the feeling Draco is not a man to be rushed, ya know?"

Sighing, Hermione told her, "I do understand. I am dating Severus remember? I just don't want to see you hurt. I can see how much you care for him."

Before Ginny could reply, Luna and Greg walked up to them. "Ginny, Hermione, thanks so much for standing up with me!" Luna said.

"Oh, no problem," Hermione answered. "It was an honor! Greg, you take care of our Luna."

"No worries there. I plan to do just that."

"Aren't you two leaving soon?" Ginny asked. "Where are you going to honeymoon?"

Grinning, Luna told her, "I've talked Greg into taking me to America! I am finally going to get to see New York City! I have always wanted to."

"To be honest, I am looking forward to it myself," Greg admitted. "I just wish we had longer than a week, but that is all I could take off."

Suddenly, Greg felt a slap on his back. "Congratulations, Greg," Severus said as he placed an arm around Hermione's waist. Turning to Luna, he extended his greeting, "Mrs. Goyle."

Putting her hand over her mouth, Luna said, "That is the first time anyone has called me that! I am Mrs. Goyle!"

Laughing behind Ginny and startling everyone, Draco said, "I hope you are not just now figuring that out." He leaned down to kiss the back of Ginny's neck.

"Oh, hush, Draco," Ginny scolded playfully. "She is allowed to be giddy today of all days!"

Their shared laughter was cut short when an irate voice sounded behind the group. "What the bloody hell are you doing here with him?"

Christy's Notes: Well, things are moving along! Up next, Sunday lunch at the Burrow and a few meetings at the YLC. Oh, by the way, who is yelling, and whom are they yelling at?

Southern's Notes: Well, it's about time they start thinking about their letters and getting their letters. I see the paid YLC bloke "mucked" up, eh? Hehe!