Life was so sucky at the moment. She watched with sad eyes as Harry and Ron boarded the train without her, with faces as happy as if they had never known her.
A hand wrapped around her waist, and she looked up into the cruel grey eyes of Malfoy. The imperious curse may control her actions, but it would never rule her thoughts.
Having been put under this curse weeks before she had learned many things about the Malfoys, none of which were good news for her.
Malfoy needed a bride, and not just any bride, but one to live a prophecy. One that would give Malfoy the complete control he needed.
Hermione fit the description in the prophecy and so she was cursed and swept away from friends and family.
He was to wed her in three days in front of the student body, but due to the fact that Dumbledore was at Hogwarts she would not be imperioused while there. Malfoy hadn't talked to her about that yet, but Hermione knew what she had to do as soon as she was released.
Malfoy leaned in to her, and Hermione felt her body involuntarily responding to him. Their lips touched, and if it wasn't for the curse she would've thrown up.
As they boarded the train and found an empty compartment, Malfoy was muttering something under his breath. As soon as the compartment door closed she knew why.
The curse lifted and she felt luxurious freedom. She reached over to smack Malfoy, but he easily caught her slender wrist.
"We need to talk," he sighed, "I don't want this marriage anymore than you do, so we just need to accept it and move on."
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