"You’re the one who said he wanted six months, I’m simply respecting that boundary, Malfoy." Hermione said archly as she trailed her fingers up his arm, tilting her head back to see his face. They were so close, it would only take an inch and their lips would meet. "Should you recant," she bargained softly, "I would be amenable to researching the definition of consummation with you." If he was going to call her a minx, she would happily oblige. Now that all the important people in her life knew that she was married and to whom, she felt a new sense of freedom in their relationship.