Life on the other side
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in Harry Potter, if I did I would not be writing on Fanfiction.
Summary: Hermione is living a perfect life. She is about to start her 7th and final year at Hogwarts, and has two loving parents, and great friends. But on the last week of her Summer Vacation, she finds out something that will turn her perfect life upside down.
A/N: In this story Harry has defeated Voldemort, and Dumbledores still alive. Two Ravenclaws are Head Boy and Girl.
Chapter one: I'm Going to Have to Do What!
Hermione Granger woke up to the sun streaming through her windows. Hermione sat up in bed and looked around her room. It hadn't really changed that much since she first started Hogwarts. The walls were still pink and everything was stylish for a 10 year old. Hermione swung her legs from under her covers and picked up her wand. She changed two of the walls to deep red and the other two white. She also transfigured her bed to a queen sized bed with red sheets, with matching pillows. I'm so glad that I can finally do magic outside of school, Hermione thought, satisfied with her redecorating work.
Hermione walked into her walk-in closet. Most of the clothes that greeted her were baggy, and out of fashion. Sighing, she transfigured all of her clothes into form hugging jeans, mini-skirts, tube-tops and other items. Hermione pulled on a pair of jeans and a blue tube-top before pulling her long honey-brown hair into a high pony tail and exited her changed room and skipping down stairs.
"Good morning mum, morning dad." Hermione greeted her parents before helping herself to a plate full of cereal.
Hermiones father, John ruffled the news paper he was reading, "Hermione, Your mother and I have something to tell you."
Hermione immediately grew tense at the tone of his voice. "What is it dad?" She asked, almost chocking on her cereal.
"Well first of all, promise that you'll let us finish before you ask questions." Hermione nodded and her father continued, "It all started when you were little. Your mother and I were approached by a gentleman and his wife, they requested that we tell them about our daughter. We thought it was strange, but we did. We told them all about you."
"Soon after that meeting," Hermiones mother, Cassandra, took over, "you became sick, very sick. The doctors couldn't figure out why. While we were at the hospital we were once again approached by this man, you see Hermione, he told us that he knew what was wrong with you and that he could cure it but we had to agree to do something fore him and his family. We were running out of options and money, our hospital bill was quite large by this time. So we agreed, he was true to his word and cured our baby girl."
Hermione nodded, slightly confused, "But mum, what does that have to do with me? And why are you telling me this now?"
"Hermione, please let us finish." Her father said. "That night at the hospital we signed a contract, later we found out that it was a magical contract and as you know, a magical contract cannot be broken." Hermiones father stood up from the table and strode over to the cabinet in the corner of the dining room, he unlocked the bottom draw and pulled out a old bit of paper. He gave the bit of paper to Hermione to read over.
The first daughter born to those with no magical heritage will be betrothed to two with one pureblood son. The daughter and son will be together to death do them part. They will be joined together between the last week of freedom and the starting of education once more on the seventh year.
"Dad, what does this mean?" Hermione asked part of her not wanting to know the answer.
Hermiones mother reached across the table and placed her hands over her daughters. "Hermione, dear, we do love you, please don't think that we don't."
John started to explain the contract. "You see, Hermione, this contract is saying, that you, the first born daughter. Born to those with no magical heritage, Your mother and I. Will be betrothed, married, To two with one pureblood son, Those two people that we met had one son that is pureblood and I think that you already know what that means. Will be together to death do them part, Married until one of you passes. They will be joined together between the last week of freedom and the starting of education once more on the seventh year. And the two of you will be married between the last week of your vacation and the start of your seventh year."
A pit of dread had filled in Hermiones stomach. "So, what your trying to say is that in a week I will be MARRIED? I don't believe this, How could you do this to me? Me your only daughter?" Hermione stood up from the table so fast that her chair fell crashing to the floor.
"Hermione, please, don't do this, if we hadn't of done this you probably would have died." Hermiones mother replied, tears running down her cheeks.
"Fine, But first answer my question, Who am I going to be married to?" Hermione demanded placing her hands on her hips.
Hermiones father sighed, "The Malfoys. Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy were the two that we met 17 years ago. You will be married to their son, Draco Malfoy."
Hermiones knees immediately gave way and she fell to the floor. It wasn't far this year was supposed to be her last prefect year at Hogwarts, then she would graduate and become and Auror with Harry and Ron. She was only 17, that was way to young to be married, especially to Malfoy.
"Are you sure that the contract can't be broken?" She finally asked.
Both her parents shock their heads. "Come, Hermione, The Malfoys will be arriving today to discuss the situation with us and make all the arrangements." Cassandra said quietly to her daughter."
A Few Hours Later
The three Grangers sat in silence waiting for the arrival of the Malfoys. John Granger paced along the far side of the living room, Cassandra Granger sat on the recliner, attempting to occupy herself with a cross word and Hermione sat on the chair opposite her mothers, staring at the clock, watching as it made its way around to the time that her most hated person in the world and his parents would make their appearance.
Three loud cracks filled the room and the Malfoys stood in the center of the room.
"Ah, John, Cassandra, How have you both being?" Lucius Malfoy shock hands with her father and kissed her mother on the cheek.
"Nice to see you both again," John replied, "and this must be Draco."
Draco Malfoy jerked his head in the general direction of John. His gray, blue eyes made their way around the room, slowly taking in the television, radio and all the other muggle objects that filled the small room.
"Now, Draco, please be polite," Narcissa said pointedly to her son. "Hermione, dear, you look amazing."
"Thank you," Hermione replied, slightly taken back by hearing a Malfoy speak politely to a muggle-born.
After Cassandra served the Malfoys tea and biscuits, they made all the arrangements for the upcoming wedding.
Narcissa shut the leather bound book that she'd being writing everything down in then spoke to Hermione, "You know, after the wedding, you and Draco will be expected to share a dormitory at Hogwarts."
Hermiones mood dropped again at hearing this.
"Very well then, tomorrow at the Mansion, the two of you will be joined, Aren't you excited?" Narcissa exclaimed grabbing Hermiones hands.
Hermione forced a smile, "Words can't explain just how I'm feeling at this time."
After the Malfoys left Hermione shut herself in her room. She cried herself into a dreamless sleep where she forgot about the Malfoys and marriage contracts.
The Day before Hogwarts
"And do you Hermione Granger take Draco Malfoy to be your lawfully wedded husband?" The priest asked Hermione. She stood at the alter opposite Malfoy preparing to marry her worst enemy.
"I do."
"And do you Draco Malfoy take Hermione Granger to be your lawfully wedded wife?"
"I do."
The priest smiled and turned to the small gathering that was witnessing the ceremony. "I now announce you husband and wife, you may now kiss the bride."
Hermione snapped her head to look at the priest. She had forgotten all about the kiss. Draco leaned towards Hermione, thinking about how he'll have to wash out his mouth after this, and he lightly brushed his lips against Hermiones.
After the ceremony Hermiones parents left for their home in London, leaving their daughter at the Malfoy Manor.
"Draco, please show Hermione to your room." Narcissa requested before she followed Lucius to their bedroom, "Its being a long day and I'm sure the two of you would like a good nights rest before leaving for school tomorrow."
Draco sighed, "Granger, follow me." He said making his way up the stairs.
"You know you can't really call me Granger anymore, Malfoy." Hermione walked up the stairs after him, panting slightly, trying as she tried to keep up with his long strides.
Draco stopped and turned to face Hermione, "And why is that?"
Hermione lifted her eyes to meet his, "Because I'm now legally a Malfoy now," She raised her left hand to show him the rock on her finger.
Draco started up the stairs again, "You don't sound that pissed about it,"
"Believe me I am, but there's nothing we can do about it, unless one of us dies, so we may as well get used to it."
Draco stopped in front of a wooden door and placed his hand on the handle, "That death thing might not be so bad, Do you want to volunteer?"
"Just open the door, Malfoy, I'm tired." Hermione replied.
Draco swung open the door to show his room. Draco pulled his shirt over his head, to revel his Quidditch muscles. Hermione couldn't help but stare at him. "See something you like, Mrs. Malfoy?" Draco smirked.
"Don't call me that." She snapped, grabbing her tank-top and shorts, heading for the adjourning bathroom.
Hermione re-entered the bedroom having showered and changed. This time it was Dracos turn to stare at Hermione. She had changed over the summer. Hermione had lost the last of her baby-fat and had filled out in all the right places. Her hair was no longer big and bushy, but now straightened, by magic.
"What's the matter? See something you like?" Hermione asked, echoing her husbands earlier words.
Draco shock his head, then got into the king sized bed. But Hermione just stood at the other side.
"Draco, There's only one bed."
"Wow you really are smart aren't you?" He said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "And did you just call me Draco?"
"Yes I did, it is your name isn't it?" Hermione tossed her hair over her shoulders, "I'm not sleeping in the same bed as you."
"Fine, have fun sleeping on the floor, then." Draco lay down under the blankets.
Hermione stamped her foot, "I'm not sleeping on the floor!"
Draco replied, speaking slowly, as if he was talking to a five year old, "Hermione, if your not going to sleep on the bed then you sleep on the floor. If your not going to sleep on the floor you sleep on the bed. And before you ask you can't transfigure any furniture in the Manor. Now where are you going to sleep?"
Hermione sniffed before making her way to the other side of the bed and getting under the covers. "Can I ask you something?" She asked Draco through the darkness.
Draco grunted in reply.
"Why are you being so tolerant? You haven't once made fun of me, or called me mudblood. I just want to know why?"
Hermione heard Draco sigh, "don't go thinking that were going to be nice to one another, because that's not going to happen. I just think that we should at least be civil to each other. Besides, I want you in a good mood for tomorrow."
"Why?"
"Think about it, tomorrows the day that I finally get rid of Pansy, and I can't wait to see the look on Potter and Weasleys faces. Now good night"
Hermione was silent. She purposely hadn't told Harry and Ron about her new found relationship with Draco Malfoy.
"Draco, Draco, wake up!" Hermione stood, shaking Dracos shoulder, in an attempt to wake him up. "Were going to miss the train if you don't get your lazy butt out of bed now!"
"Leave me alone, woman. Let me sleep." Draco muttered into his pillow.
"Were going to miss the train." Hermione said rushing around the room, packing Draco's school things in his trunk.
"What's the time?" Draco asked lifting his head a little bit off the pillow.
Hermione checked her watch, "Its half past ten. Draco, get out of bed!"
"Shit!" Draco jumped out of bed and strode into the bathroom. "Why didn't you wake me up earlier?" Draco called to Hermione.
"I tried, but you're a heavy sleeper." She said, shrinking both of their trunks and putting them into her purse. "Can you pack the shampoos and stuff? I've got everything else covered." Hermione called.
"Here," Draco handed Hermione another shrunk bag, containing their toiletry items. "Are you ready?"
Hermione nodded and turned on her heal, appariting herself onto the Kings Cross Station. With a pop Draco appeared beside her.
"Right, lets go." Draco took her hand and lead the way to the barrier of Platform 9 and ¾.
Hermione stepped through the barrier and looked around the station for Harry and Ron, still holding Draco's hand.
"I'll go find us a compartment." Draco left.
"Hermione!" Hermione swung her head towards the voice. Harry and Ron approached her and in turn dragged her into huge bear hugs.
"How was your summers?" She asked, gesturing them towards the train so they could catch up with each other while they found seats.
"Great, I got out of the Dursleys early and spent the rest of the holidays at Ron's," Harry replied, "How was yours?"
"Over here," Ginny called, poking her head out of a compartment and beckoning them inside. (A/N, Ginny and Harry are together.)
"So 'mione how was your holidays?" Ron asked sitting on the seat next to Hermione, as the train started to move.
Hermione twisted her fingers together, "Um it was okay. Listen I don't want any of you to inter-"
Hermione was interrupted just then by the compartment door sliding open to reveal Draco.
"Piss off, Malfoy," Harry pointed his wand at Dracos face.
"Now, now Potter, play nicely. I just came to tell my wife that I have a compartment in the third carriage." Draco stated and he leaned against the door jam.
"What do you mean your wife?" Ron asked, pointing his own wand in Dracos face.
"Ron, Harry sit down and I can explain." Hermione pleaded with her best friends. "You see, Draco and I got married in the holidays. It was all due to a contract that was made when we were both only a few months old." Hermione told them the whole story.
When she finished silence filled the small compartment. Before Harry and Ron started shouting.
"How could you marry him?"
"After all he's done to us?"
"And he's a death-eater!" Harry shouted.
"Potter, I was a death-eater." Dracos voice now filled the compartment. "The key word there is WAS. I'm not anymore. Come on Hermione." Draco grabbed Hermiones hand and started to pull her out of the compartment.
"Wait, Draco," Hermione turned and looked at her friends. "Please, don't call my husband a death-eater every again." This time it was Hermione who reached for Dracos hand.
In their own compartment Draco and Hermione sat opposite each other. "Did you mean what you said about being a death-eater?"
Draco looked into Hermiones eyes, "Yes, I was one, and so was my father and mother. But once he was defeated father paid the ministry a whole lot of money to say that were reformed."
"Can you show me your Mark?" Hermione asked him.
Draco pulled back the sleeve covering his lower left arm and held it out for Hermione to inspect. Hermione moved across to sit next to him and took his arm in her hands. She brushed her hand over the black burn like tattoo. Draco winched as her fingers touched it, and Hermione quickly removed her hand.
"I'm sorry, does it hurt?" She asked as he lowered his robe sleeve to cover the mark once more.
"Sometimes, it twinges off and on." Draco replied as Hermione shifted her eyes to meet his. Hermione was only to aware of the little space that was between the two of them. She continued to look into his eyes as Draco lowered his head towards Hermiones. Their lips met. Hermione was surprised at how soft his lips were. She felt his tongue slide along her lips and she parted her lips, allowing him to push his tongue into her mouth.
Draco slid his arms around Hermiones waist and pulled her onto his lap. Draco broke the kiss and moved his mouth to meet Hermiones neck.
The Hogwarts Express jolted the two of them apart, as it stopped at the station.
"I guess were here," Hermione said, she went to make her way out of the compartment, but stopped when she felt Dracos hand on her arm.
"You may want to cover those," Draco then pointed his own wand at Hermiones neck and covered the tell-tale marks that trailed down her neck.
During the feast Hermione sat away from Harry and Ron as they weren't talking to her. Ginny had come over and heard the full story from Hermione. Ginny then sat with Hermione and the two of them talked about their summers as if they hadn't fought on the train.
After the feast Professor McGonagall approached Hermione and lead her and Draco out of the Great Hall. "It has being brought to my attention that the two of you exchanged vows during the summer. So Professor Dumbledore arranged for you to share a dormitory." She said and led the two of them towards the teachers dormitorys. She stopped outside a portrait of a horse and rider. "The two of you come up with your own password. Goodnight Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy." With those last words she strode off down the hall and out of sight.
"What should our password be?" Hermione asked Draco.
He shrugged his shoulders, "ladies choice."
"Fine, Togetherness." Hermione told the rider in told portrait. The painting swung in its hinges to reveal the common room.
The room was circular and had a circular staircase on the far side ,opposite the door, leading to a bedroom. The common room had three couches around a flickering fire. There was a bookcase opposite the fire. The walls were a cream color with wooden floors.
Draco and Hermione made their way into the bedroom. The bedroom also had cream walls with wooden floors. On one side was a door that lead to a bathroom, on the other side of the room was a window that held the view of Hogwarts grounds, the lake, the forest and the Quidditch pitch. Beneath the window was their king sized bed. They also had two separate wardrobes.
While Hermione unpacked their clothes, Draco made his way into the bathroom to shower. The bathroom had marble floors and white walls. Their was a chandelier in the center of the ceiling. A huge shower was in one corner and the bath tub the size of a swimming pool was in the middle of the room. Next to the door were two separate sinks sat below a mirror that ran along the entire wall.
Draco exited the bathroom and found Hermione already changed and getting ready to get into bed. "Are you going to have another fit about the sleeping arrangements tonight?" Draco asked.
"Don't start with me," Hermione answered, "Lets just get some sleep."
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