Here's the first chapter of my new story. I don't yet know how it will go but wanted to try my hand at one of these marriage law fics with Hermione and Draco. I hope you all like it. Please read and review love Hannah xxx
"Hermione! Hermione hello!" said Harry waving his hand in front of her face. She had just been chosen to be the wife of Draco Malfoy in the latest marriage law. She was snapped out her stupor looking at him in surprise.
"Sorry Harry I was literally miles away. What did you say to me?" she asked him as he smiled reassuringly at her.
"I said they're giving out the keys to take you to your new apartment with your future spouse. They will call you soon. I'll always be here for you!" he said as she looked deep into his eyes smiling slightly. She was a Gryffindor and was strong she would get through this somehow. It was naturally harder for her over what she'd had to do her parents but it had saved her life. She was used to eating little food and being on edge all of the time. It scared her how fast her reflexes now were and more so that she didn't need them. She walked up to the top of the room when her name was called and walked in silence with Draco at her side as she'd been asked to do. She didn't say anything to him she merely couldn't. She'd been through so much she was so broken by now that nothing at all even fazed her.
They arrived with Draco grumbling about something and she shrieked as putting her hand into her beaded bag the tent came out of it still fully loaded from the war. She'd kill Ron for not putting it away properly. Draco was shocked by the appearance of a random tent.
"What's with the tent?" he asked suddenly shaking her from her thoughts.
"Uh Ron didn't put it away properly is all. It just scared me. He's a real klutz sometimes. I swear to god you'd think he'd know by now to put stuff away. I'm going to bed. We'll discuss this in the morning when I'm more capable. I can now see we'll have to share a bed so either get in beside me or use the couch I seriously don't care anymore!" she said sounding lost. He was incensed.
"I'll have you know I most certainly will not be sleeping on the couch and you should sleep there!" he said shocked when she used her wand in various movements silently until he could no longer see her or sense her. She knew she shouldn't have used her war wards but she needed space and knew he wasn't going to give it to her freely. Why did he always have to be such an ass? Why couldn't he just be normal for once in his damn life? Why was she paired with him at all? Thinking about it she realised he'd never be normal given how he was raised and sighed loudly. She removed the wards to find him still looking at her in awe.
"I know more than you think I do so please shut up and get in. This is exceptionally awkward for me and I've been through so much that what is another piece of myself I'll never get back? You have no idea what people have lost because of this war and you never will. I see now it is wrong of me to expect you to get it much less anything I ever say. Please at least try to think of the impact of what you choose to say has on others. I can ask for no more than that!" she said as he frowned at her seeing how utterly empty her eyes were. She had no spark in them. Had she always looked so fucked?
"I am not used to this. It will take time for me adjust that I must marry a muggleborn. Father was the one who insisted we use the term mudblood. I don't care either way to be honest. I can think of only way to make this bearable. Come here let's both take some truth serum and answer questions about one another. It may help us understand one another. Mother always says understanding is important in a marriage. We will ask each other five questions and I will go first!" he said as she looked at him in shock. They both took the serum.
"What were you really doing last year when you weren't at school? I know you weren't as Blaise told me!" he asked her as she scowled at him deeply.
"We were traveling the country up and down in secret in order to find and destroy all of Voldemort's horcruxes or objects into which he'd stored a piece of his soul in order to fully destroy him and we were very successful in that mission as you saw he is now dead!" she responded coolly.
"When you said earlier that I have no idea what you lost what did you mean?" he asked her seriously.
"I had to wipe my parents' memories of them ever even having a daughter and send them away to Australia to live under new aliases I created for them. It was the toughest thing I've ever had to do but it did save their lives. I had to erase Rowle's memory during our hunt for horcruxes which means I have no way of ever getting my parents back again. They will now never see their daughter grow up and marry even if I must marry you!" she answered honestly.
"What do you truly think of me?" he asked now curious.
"I think you are an arrogant self-centred jerk who has had everything handed to him on a platter and expects this for the rest of his whole life no matter who he is with. I admire the fact that you actually strive to do well in your classes. I hate that you slick your hair back like you just bathed in oil or something and those severe suits do you no justice. You could look good if you chilled out in terms of the hair and how you dress. I think you have a lot of fears which govern your being and how you behave. You judge before you actually know any facts which is so stupid it's not even funny. You know better but don't always do better. Sometimes you're a lemming and I imagine you are a self-serving jerk with a very small penis and an even smaller mind. Broaden your damn horizons every now and again and you might be surprised at what you learn. You have a charm about you which despite the awfully drab suits makes you look relatively handsome. I hate that you are incapable of truly loving or feeling anything as it's so sad and ridiculous. When I look at you I see an abnormal emotionless stone wall instead of any real feelings. I wonder do you ever care about anything that isn't you or you related. You asked for the truth so you're not allowed to look fucked off to get it" she said honestly. If he'd expected anything this was not it.
"Do you currently fancy anyone in the school?" he asked curious about her answer.
"I'm not supposed to say this but Blaise Zabini is very sexy and mysterious. With him you never know what you're going to get but it's not as annoying as it is with you" she answered blushing. This shocked and annoyed Draco as Blaise was his best friend.
"What do you really think of the fact that you must marry me?" he asked her seriously.
"I think that I will tackle this like I do all of my life's problems and eventually hopefully it can work out to the point where I don't resent your thoughts and feelings or lack thereof, of any of these things. As I say if you broaden your horizons emphasis on the word broaden anything is possible. I may even be able to love you one day in the future" she answered surprising them both with her utter honesty. It was now her turn to ask him the questions and he was nervous.
"What did Voldemort have you do during the war?" she asked as he gulped.
"It was horrendous he had me torture many people. I never had to kill anyone thank god but torturing people is certainly not what I wanted either. I just wanted my life to end at one point so I could no longer suffer via my own actions. When I saw Harry and indeed a way to end him I lied about knowing him so he could escape. I may hate a lot of things but I did want Voldemort dead none the less. It's not something I'm comfortable admitting but he did take things too far altogether I mean we all hate these things however we don't kill everyone because of it either. It doesn't matter who you are killing for no reason is the worst thing you can do. I was made to torture people because I was unsuccessful in killing anyone and although I hated torturing others I was at least relieved I didn't have to kill anyone!" he answered surprising himself slightly and her in the process.
"What do you really think of Harry Potter?" she asked him determination in her eyes.
"I resent him because he's had the life I always wanted. He never had to suffer at the hands of abusive parents and if he did then he hide it well. I don't like that he always so blatantly suspects everything and everyone including me. Don't think I don't know he followed me all of sixth year. I am not a fool I know what he was doing just not why. I heard through the grapevine that he actually thought at one point that I was the heir of Slytherin. It doesn't get more ridiculous then that. I mean I may be in Slytherin but I'm not that great. He has more choices then I and I don't like that! I imagine if you truly get to know him he could be nice but he doesn't ever seem to want to let anyone in. Then again I don't either so we're equal in that way I guess" he said honestly.
"Tell me something about you I would never know!" she said as he smiled slightly.
"Well my favourite colour is teal blue and I adore painting in my spare time as well as long soaks in the tub as its very relaxing for me. I know it's not something anyone else knows about me so I'd like it if you didn't tell anyone please!" he said as she agreed she wouldn't tell anyone.
"What is a pet peeve of yours?" she asked him curiously.
"Well I hate people who have no manners or worse yet someone who does know manners but is too damn lazy to use them. Your friend Weasley would be alright if he didn't eat like such a disgusting pig. He's not a bloody fool. He knows how to eat properly he just chooses not to do it the damn fool. That's so annoying. I mean seriously he might even get someone if he eats properly. I know his family doesn't always have a lot but he doesn't need to act as though he'll never again have food each and every time he sees it. It's disgusting and makes me want to puke sometimes!" he said as she giggled.
"I couldn't agree with you more here. Yes he's my friend and I care deeply for him but he truly does eat like a pig and it does make me sick. What do you really think about me?" she asked him as he looked pensive.
"I think you're an imbicile who doesn't know when to quit sometimes. We all know that you know everything but constantly shoving it in the faces of people who seriously don't want to know about it is so annoying. Sometimes you need to let people do things their own way and I believe you'd have more friends if you stopped nagging everyone to study and so on. Everyone notices you do it whether you know it or not and a few people have said it's why they're not your friend already. I think you look prettier since your hair has calmed down but I do hate your clothes. I mean they've certainly gotten better but these Weasley style things have to go. Asides from the knitted jumpers which are cool everything needs to go. I mean you're not an old cat lady but do dress like it sometimes. Speaking of which you could have an amazing figure or a poor one and no one will ever know based on how you dress. You could look better but choose not to which baffles me. When are you going to realise that smart and beautiful can go hand in hand. You're not a fool figure it out. I admire your work ethic even if it so intense people dislike you for it. I imagine that eventually we could work out because two different forms of intensity could cause fireworks no one knows!" he said as she looked appalled.
"Thank you for that rather harsh but honest assessment. I need to know what your view on PDA's and such is?" she asked him as he answered easily.
"PDA's are fine with me when the time for that comes. I love cuddling, kissing, whispering sweet nothings in her ear and fucking all over the place with her. It's not happened too much before but that doesn't mean it can't again one day if I truly try and so do you and I mean try. If you're nearly as good in the sack as I think you possibly could be there could be a lot of fucking in your future. I mean seriously imagine fucking the schools major bookworm. Hmm that gives me pause for thought indeed and even I can't deny that's hot. Once you get to know me you'll discover I can be rather possessive and protective of things which I grow to care deeply about and anything I do in protection of something or someone I never apologise for. Don't ever ask me to do it as it'll never happen. You may do anything to me in public you wish however I only want to fuck in private. No audiences or anything like that. I do have a modest side you know" he answered honestly making her blush.
"Are you a virgin?" he asked her while he could.
"No I am not. I have had sex plenty of times. Sometimes it was good and sometimes it was not. Hopefully my high standards can be matched. I like a man with a big dick who knows how to use it. Some men don't and then it becomes a frustrating disappointment. I know you're not a virgin but is it true that you have a small dick? Pansy Parkinson was telling people about it in the library one day!" she said as he blushed bright red.
"Eh, no it isn't. I regret to inform you that I simply couldn't get it up for her because she's truly repulsive. I know it's surprising to hear me say that but it's true. She couldn't excite a dog much less me. I am four inches down and nine inches up so I'm definitely not small by the standards of the day. She just didn't get to see it because she looks like a damn pug. Tell her I said so and you'll regret it. She just told people that so I wouldn't be embarrassed by her repulsiveness" he answered honestly.
"That is a surprise but then again you're not necessarily wrong. I'm tired is there anything else you want to ask me before we go to bed?" she said yawning.
"I just want to know have you fucked either Harry or Ron?" he said as she smiled.
"Yes I fucked Harry once after one too many and he was amazing but we swore to never talk about it again and we never have!" she said as he exhaled deep breath he'd not realised he was holding in. He had the sudden urge to blow her wonderful memories with Harry out of the water by miles and shook the thoughts from his head. She went into the walk in wardrobe to get ready and returned in a pair of teal coloured silk top and pants. Draco's mouth hung open slightly without her noticing as in this you could definitely see her curves of which she certainly had them. Clearly these awful clothes did more than just look bad as they disguised her quite frankly wonderful figure. He became slightly erect at seeing her in his favourite colour and silk to boot. Damn it why was she so attractive underneath it all! He groaned as his dick strained against his pants begging for release he wouldn't give it. He thought of Umbridge chuckling at how fast it went back down. This would be such torture.
She noticed his dick becoming hard and huge and then disappearing once again feeling weird until she remembered teal was his favourite colour. It was hers too but as he'd not asked her that he wouldn't know. She climbed into bed leaning as far away from him as possible and eventually drifted off into a peaceful sleep. It would be a turbulent marriage that's one sure thing.