The Arrangement Chapter 1
I, Draco Malfoy, was standing beside a preacher and Blaize Zambini. My bride was walking down the aisle to me, with her father on her arm. She reached the end of the aisle and her father slightly lifted her vail and kissed her cheek. He laid it back down along her jaw and the ceremony began.
"You may now kiss the bride."
I slowly lifted the vail and before me stood Hermione Granger. Neither of us smiled as we leaned in and, as light as possible, kissed. Quickly we pulled away.
"I have the honor of presenting to you, Mr. and Mrs. Draco Malfoy."
We started to walk down the aisle and only our parents clapped for us. Our other family and friends showed no emotion, well with the exception of Potty and Weasel. They were very angry, you could tell by Weasel's red face and Potty's hands clenching the bench. We walked out the door of the Wedding Hall and let go of our hands. Each walking to our shared car and drove to the reception hall.
I was honestly tired of smiling. Our parents wanted picture after picture to be taken. Every little thing we did, we saw a flash from our photographer, Colin Crevey. The cutting of the cake was my favorite part of the whole day and I assume it was Granger's as well. We each grabbed a piece of cake and with all of our might slammed it in the other's face making sure to get it everywhere. Our parents thought it was the cutest thing. And pictures were taken. Finally it was over and we went to the Manor, my room had a new smaller room placed in it for Granger, there was no way either of us were going to share a bed. We grabbed our bags and our parents handed us our plane tickets.
"You'll like it there we promise.", said my mum.
We both looked to our plane tickets as we all piled into the Granger family car, to the airport. Paris, France. What a joy. I've been there many times, but never for my honeymoon.
At the airport our Mums turned into blubbering babies. Granger's father put his hand on my shoulder and handed me an envelope, "Open it on the plane.", he said in a tearful voice.
She kissed her parents good-bye with no emotion as I did with my mum. We walked towards our plane and inside found our seats in first class, side by side. Granger being the insufferable know-it-all she is opened a book and started reading, I peaked at the cover. War and Peace. What a wonderful book to read after the war. Yes, the Wizarding War had passed 6 months ago and the deaths still lingered fresh in our minds, but somehow more hell had been created by the death of Voldemort, my father, and Dumbledore. You see Granger and I didn't chose each other out of the billions of people on this Earth as most romance novels say. Dumbledore is the one who created this whole thing. He went to our parents, well her parents and my mum, right before the war. He said that we would be a powerful couple that could help prevent more wars, as well as a union between the Potty and Weaselette. So it was then stated that if Voldemort died we were all to be wed. Potty and Weaselette had no problem with it because they had been in love for a while, but Granger and I wanted no part of it. We fought and I'll be honest, cried to our parents that we didn't want to wed the other. My mum found strength in the war and was the one to kill my father. After his death she told me I would marry Granger and no one would stop me.
"Hot towel sir?", asked a stewardess.
"No."
"For you wife?"
I rolled my eyes, "Darling?", I said nudging Granger.
"What Malfoy?", she asked in a snooty tone.
"Darling, would you like hot towel?"
"No."
I turned to the Stewardess. "No thank you." Then I turned to Granger completely embarrassed. "You don't need one anyone, your hot head would only burn it."
"Don't start with me Malfoy.", she said in a cold voice.
See there is no possible way this is going to work. The worst part is that within the first year of our marriage we are to have bared a child. A little Half-blood Malfoy running around, yes, that's just what I need. Our parents are just Dumbledore lovers that they insisted that his will be done, even after his death. Granger shocked me at bringing that up. She insisted that since the old bat was dead there should be no reason for the marriage to be carried out. But our parents got down right rude and made us agree to it. So for the past 5 months we've been engaged and our reason is the war brought us together. We both found much fame along with Potty and Weasel. Hermione for being the quickest witch to supply the wizards in battle and I for being the supreme spy that lead to the surprise attack on Voldemort. Our friends and the remaining family we had hated the idea, Granger's because they knew about my family and how mean I was to her. And mine because she was a know-it-all Mudblood. Better not let her here me say that, she's already threatened to hex me into a slug if I ever call her that again, and personally I don't want to be a slug. I have found a loop hole and I call her Muddy if she really bothers me. I pulled out my Muggle CD Player, yes I have found some Muggle things useful, and started listening to music.