First attempt at a HP fanfic.

Disclaimer: No, I own none of the stuff I write about. (ah, don't remind me how much I wish I do.)

Please read prepared for some lines that you might dislike. Netherless, thanks for showing interest in my fanfic. Enjoy!

"And?" asked an eighteen year old girl with frustration at a solemn looking authority who happened to be her own mother. This heat rushing up towards her throat appeared for the first time after Voldemort has disappeared a year ago.

"Hermione," the youth's target curled her own lips into a tight line. "And you will be expected to marry this young man without complaints."

Hermione stared with disbelief written on her face for a good thirty seconds before she shook her head in disagreement. "Mother," she half yelled, "there is no way in all of Earth. I have not a single clue who this man is that I am about to spend the rest of my life with!"

Facing her daughter's sudden explode of angst, the older Granger simply raised an eyebrow. "Be your way," she ordered, "though you might try to writhe your way out of this, but you will get married to Drakōnoa Mawer in a couple of weeks. Now, if you will please—," she pointed to her daughter's bedroom to avoid further arguments.

Following that was the cease of quarreling, and a loud slam of the bedroom door. Hermione Granger laid on her bed with her eyes open, for no purpose since the lights are not even on and she could not see a thing, pondering about what her mother had said earlier.

"Drakōnoa Mawer?" she trembled at the thought, "his ancestors and mine made an arrangement to bring the families together? If you would just excuse me!" She buried her face into her pillow and yelped helplessly. Why her? She would never figure it out, but the unavoidable truth about family matters will haunt her from now on.

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Quite plainly, the next day followed. Hermione Granger and Drakōnoa Mawer (what a queer name, thought Hermione) are supposed to meet for the first time. Since Mawer is an orphan, which she learned just that morning, he would of course be coming alone. To the genius's dismay when she found out, that her own father actually hastened this marriage so he could help take care of the only Mawer left. "For Pete's sake, dear," she remembered her father saying, "my great-great-great-grand father would lie in misery if I did not take care of his best friend's only heir."

"Hermione?" she heard her mother calling downstairs. Sulkily, she glided down the stairs and followed her parents into the car. Hoping for the best, she could not help but wonder what her fiancé looks like.

When they arrived in front of the small café, Hermione climbed down alone and paced herself towards the door. Hearing the clink of the door decoration that hung above the hinge, she immersed herself into the peaceful atmosphere of the coffee shop. She has been told that Drakōnoa would be the one with the blonde hair with a black suit and a green tie. Apparently hard to miss due to his silky hair, Hermione stepped towards him from the back, her heart pounding with quite an amount of excitement, but more of fear.

"Mister Drakōnoa Mawer?" she called out with a soft voice when she stood herself in front of him. He lifted his head slowly and his cold grey eyes found Hermione's existence. Grey met with brown, releasing a small gasp from the female's lips once she understood what creature sat in front of her.

"DRA-DRACO MALFOY!" she spoke with surprise.

"Granger," his attention-seeking eyes dancing with a devilish aura, "pleasure to meet you."

The two stared at each other for what seemed like a century, and Malfoy's unpleasant smile burned into her memory. "What are you doing here?" she asked while sitting harshly onto the chair, which squeaked slightly.

"Is that how you greet your fiancé?" he asked, amused by her reactions.

"Hold your tongue. You are NOT my fiancé!" she narrowed her eyebrows at his unexplained appearance. "You are not Drakōnoa Mawer as I correctly recall."

Malfoy raised an eyebrow. "Oh, if you are referring to that Muggle Drakōnoa Mawer," he leaned forward and a smile crossed his lips as he whispered, "he's dead."

Hermione drew back and widened her eyes, her voice screaming, "Bloody! You killed him?"

Seeing that the surrounding customers are casting them unbelieving glances, the Slytherin pure blood grabbed the girl by the neck and pulled her closer, casting a rather dangerous look at her. "Things are better kept hushed." He said close to her ear with a scent of anguish in his voice. Being the Slytherin Prince, he did not like the thought of foolish Muggles arresting him.

Sitting back down, he straightened his suit. "And of course I did not kill him," he explained casually, "he was dead for a long time. Some Muggle disease took his life. I am only using his name."

It turned out, much to Hermione's displeasure, Drakōnoa Mawer died at the age of six. After Voldemort's battle, with both of his parents sent to Azkaban, Professor Mcgonall kindly offered this name to Draco Malfoy, so that he may live on in the Muggle world until things settle down and it is time for him to return again. Now, he is no longer Draco Malfoy, but rather Drakōnoa Mawer, and a perfectly normal Muggle. This name was given to him by care too. He will no longer be allowed back in the Magic World, and possibly, will live with this new name from now on. Dumbledore meant it this way too, that a youth like him, tainted by evil only because he was born into the Malfoy familiy, should be given another chance to live on.

"And so," he tilted his head to one side, "Granger," recollecting himself, he licked his lips. "A slip of tongue by mistake, sorry about that. Mrs. Malfoy, welcome to a new life with me."

That night, the newest Mrs. Malfoy tossed herself around on her bed. After all, it was not pleasant to get engaged to someone she despises so much.

And is it of coincidence that her new fiancé, supposingly Drakōnoa Mawer, is now Draco Malfoy? That he must be given this new name? And a name to which she is now engaged to?

I must say, the characters are OOC. Please bare with me. It is quite hard to capture their true form with the limited skills I have in the area of writing. Care to review please?

Thanks.